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Incomplete Endings?

Last week I finished the book For Whom The Bell Tolls by Ernest Hemingway. As I got nearer to the final page of the book, my heart raced with anticipation to see how it would end. And after reading it, two words came into my head. Incomplete ending. It felt as if something was missing. But was there?

The more I thought about it the more I realized that the book was complete. It was inferred. The reader had to just put the piece together without the author writing it out for her.

And what about life. What incomplete endings that some are hoping will start new beginnings? Or what endings are inferred that some do not want to see?

“Vulnerability is as much a part of being human as is strength. Our vulnerability prevents our strength from becoming hard, brittle,  and self-serving.” Unknown 🙂

 

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Read any

of these books?

Jane Eyre (still haven’t found a movie adaptation that I can sit through) Villette, Shirley, The Professor, all by Charlotte Bronte

Pride and Prejudice (1995 adaptation I love, 2005 a dud) Northanger Abbey, Emma, Sense and Sensibility (adaptation was okay) Persuasion, Mansfield Park, all by Jane Austen

Pamela by Samuel Richardson

Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis

Lord of the Rings Trilogy (the book was better than the movie; but I must admit that I hated the movie when I first saw it. That’s change) The Hobbit, all by J. R. R. Tolkien

The Lord of the Flies by William Golding

Crime and Punishment, Notes from the Underground by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

As You Like It, Othello, The Tempest, Macbeth, Merchant of Venice, Hamlet, all by William Shakespeare

Daisy Miller, The Turn of the Screw by Henry James

Wuthering Heights (saw the black and white version with Laurence Olivier, loved it) by Emily Bronte

Agnes Grey, The Tenant of Wildfell Hall (adaptation – couldn’t get past the few minutes) by Anne Bronte

The Great Gatsby (a book I loved but finding it hard to read again. Read it again) This Side of Paradise, The Beautiful and the Damned, by F. Scott Fitzgerald

The Way of All Flesh by Samuel Butler

Far From the Madding Crowd, Tess of d’ Urbervilles, Mayor of Casterbridge, Under the Greenwood Tree, Jude the Obscure, The Woodlanders, all by Thomas Hardy

Go Tell it on the Mountain by James Baldwin

North and South (saw the adaptation, like/hate) by Elizabeth Gaskell

House of Mirth (saw the adaptation with Gillian Anderson. Loved) by Edith Wharton

The Adventures of Hukleberry Finn by Mark Twain

Last of the Mohicans (saw the movie. Loved it. If I’d read the book before the movie, I don’t think I would’ve watched it) by James Fenimore Cooper

The Phantom of the Opera (saw the movie. It was okay) by Gaston Leroux

The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath

What Every Woman Knows by J.M.Barrie

The Scarlett Pimpernel by Baroness Emmuska Orczy

The Blithedale Romance by Nathaniel Hawthorne

Things Fall Apart by Chiuna Achebe

Animal Farm, 1984, by George Orwell

Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad

Hatter Fox by Marilyn Harris

The Lost Horizon by James Hilton

The Catcher in the Rye by J. D. Salinger

Native Son by Richard Wright

The Warden, Barchester Towers by Anthony Trollope

Father Brown Mysteries by G.K. Chesterton

The Secret Garden by Francis Hodgson Burnett

A Declaration of Independence by W. H. Canaway

The Picture of Dorian Gray, Lady Windermere’s Fan by Oscar Wilde

The Mill on the Floss by George Eliot

Little Women by Louisa May Alcott (watched the movie version with Susan Sarandon)

To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee (saw the movie with Gregory Peck. Loved it)

The Neverending Story by Michael Ende

Anne of Avonlea, Anne of the Island by L.M.  Montgomery

Oliver Twist, A Tale of Two Cities, Great Expectations by Charles Dickens

Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson

In Cold Blood by Truman Capote

The Pearl by John Steinbeck

Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll (Um, what an imagination)

To Sir With Love by E.R. Braithwaite (Saw the movie. Loved it)

Waverley by Sir Walter Scott

Madame Bovary by Gustave Falubert (what a bore)

The Call of the Wild by Jack London

Diary of a Young Woman by Anne Frank

Woman In White by Wilkie Collins

The Hunchback of Notre Dame & Les Miserables by Victor Hugo

Diary of a Nobody by George and Weedon Grossmith

Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf

The Invisible Man by H.G. Wells

Doctor Zhivago by Boris Pasternak

For Whom The Bell Tolls by Ernest Hemingway

Of Human Bondage by W. Somerset Maugham

Plays

The Hairy Ape by Eugene O’Neill

A Raisin in the Sun (saw the movie with Sidney Poitier. Loved) by Lorraine Hansberry

The Glass Menagerie by Tennessee Williams

Death of a Salesman by Arthur Miller

The Mikado by Arthur Sullivan and W.S. Gilbert

Odeipus Rex, Antigone by Sophocles

Tartuffe by Moilere

Arms and the Man by Bernard Shaw

The Cherry Orchard by Anton Chekhov

A Doll House by Henrik Ibsen

The Lesson by Eugene Ionesco

The Zoo Story by Edward Albee

Riders to the Sea by John Millington Synge

Trifles by Susan Glaspell

The Man in a Case by Wendy Wassertein

Pygmalion by George Bernard Shaw

Shakespeare should be down here under plays. Ah well.

Presently reading Lord Jim by Joseph Conrad

Have a moon morning and a starry night. 🙂

Have a lovely, sunflower day. 🙂

Somewhere around the world someone is having a birthday. Happy Birthday. 🙂

Invisible’s Expectations

If you had the power to not be seen, what would you do? Would you rob? Scare people? Dictate to them? Physically harm and threaten others? Be rude, arrogant and self-centered? I chose those things because that was what exactly what Griffin, the Invisible Man from H.G. Wells novel did.

He got what he wanted but came to the realization that it was not what he had expected. His gain became his loss after he found out at what great price he paid for it.

“Before I made this mad experiment I had dreamt of a thousand advantages. That afternoon it seemed all disappointment. I went over the heads of the things a man reckons desirable. No doubt invisibility made it possible to get them, but it made it impossible to enjoy them when they are got.” from chapter 23, In Drury Lane, The Invisible Man by H.G. Wells

He was an angry person when he could have been seen and grew even angrier when he could not, because of the betrayal and the “nosiness” of others. He wanted his visibility back; the thing he thought was not much. He got it, and that too was not how he had expected.

Know and enjoy what you have because when it is gone, it might just be too late to get it back. Or, to get it back might cost you dearly in the end.

Have a moon morning and a starry night. 🙂

Have a lovely, sunflower day. 🙂

Okonkwo said no

How do you deal with change? What are your emotions and reactions when it happens? For Okonkwo, it was something that he did not want. Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe, depicts that central character from an African tribe revolting against the change that was brought upon his people.

He believed in his traditions. He believed that things should have remained the same. He was strong, stubborn, bad-tempered, a wife-beater, a man amongst man, fierce and yes, fearful. Would you not be if some people from the outside came to you and said, “This is the way that it’s gonna be now.”

“Okonkwo remembered that tragic year with a old shiver throughout the rest of his life. It always surprised him when he thought of it later that he did not sink under the load of despair. He knew he was a fierce fighter, but that year had been enough to break the heart of a lion.” [That year was a bad farming time.]

“Since I survived that year,” he always said, “I shall survive anything.” He put it down to his inflexible will.

But he did not survive anything; he could not survive change. He killed himself. Change, is it good or bad or, does it depend on  . . .

Presently reading The Invisible Man by H.G. Wells

Have a moon morning and a starry night. 😆

Have a lovely, sunflower day. 🙂

Twenty minutes to nine

I am presently reading Great Expectations by Charles Dickens and, in the book, there is a person named Miss Havisham. Now she was a woman that time stopped still for because she allowed it to. So far I have learned that she was to be married but something happened and therefore she was not. The time was twenty minutes to nine and, it was that for her for a very, very long time.

How many of us allow time to stand still? Whether it was something good or bad that happened, how many of us refused to let that moment go. Always reliving the past in the present that clouds the future.

Some people live in the “remember whens” of life, and sometimes, like quicksand, they get stuck and begin to go under. No one can live in the same glory of a moment forever. No one can live in the same sad moment forever. Well no one should; and this is not to say that we should not remember those times, but to say, not to get bog down in them. Move on. Let your twenty minutes to nine go.

from my other blog http://girlgeum.wordpress.com/2010/04/09/stuck-in-reverse/

Have a lovely, sunflower day. 🙂

Unmasking Mr. Gatsby

Mr. Gatsby’s void was tragic. For years I told myself that I was not going to read this book again, but it struck me a few weeks ago that that was foolish. The Great Gatsby, a novel by F. Scott Fitzgerald, depicts a man, Jay Gatsby, with a lonely void; and to fill it, he amassed lies, illicit wealth and an undying desire to be loved again by a woman, now married.

He was a criminal, but even he was lonely and needed love. He was a liar and lived out a false persona, but even he was lonely and needed love. And what did he get in the end? Death, loneliness and no love, at least not from the one person he desired it from.

And that was the reason why I had not read the book in years; too painful. But I knew that his end would have not turned out good. Yes, it was his choices that finally did him in, but it was also the choices of others that helped.

“I found myself on Gatsby’s side, and alone. From the moment I telephoned news of the catastrophe to West Egg village, every surmise about him, and every practical question, was referred to me. At first I was surprised, and confused; then, as he lay in his house and didn’t move or breathe or speak, hour upon hour, it grew upon me that I was responsible, because no one else was interested – interested, I mean, with that intense personal interest to which everyone has some vague right at the end.”

“I went back to the drawing-room and thought for an instant that they were chance visitors, all these official people who suddenly filled it. But, though they drew back the sheet and looked at Gatsby with shocked eyes, his protest continued in my brain. ‘Look here, old sport, you’ve got to get somebody for me. You’ve got to try hard. I can’t go through this alone.'” from chapter 9, The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald.

Loneliness, wanting to be loved, wanting to fit in can lead to dire consequences. We make choices everyday, how do we know, how can we tell if they are the right ones? Is it a right that others should care about us?

Have a lovely, sunflower day. 🙂

Peter Walsh’s Love & Septimus Warren Smith’s War

Love is war some might say. Here were two men, not knowing each other as they appeared in Virginia Woolf’s novel, Mrs. Dalloway. One was damaged by his unrequited love for a woman and, the other by war.

Peter was empty and the things he used to fill it did not satisfy him. He loved Clarissa, i.e., Mrs Dalloway, but she did not share his feelings. He married, divorced and was in the process of marrying again. He thought that he was over her, but sometimes the mind plays tricks on the heart. But he lived.

“I will come,” said Peter, but he sat on for a moment. What is this terror? what is this ecstasy? he thought to himself. What is it that fills me with extraordinary excitement?// It is Clarissa, he said.// For there she was. From page 194

Septimus too was empty and full with the wrong things. He served his country. He saw death, and what did he get from it? What did he become? Damaged.

“. . . when Evans was killed, just before the Armistice, in Italy, Septimus, far from showing any emotion or recognising that here was the end of a friendship, congratulated himself upon feeling very little and very reasonably. The War had taught him. It was sublime. He had gone through the whole show, friendship, European War, death, had won promotion, was still under thirty and was bound to survive.” From page 86

He became crazy, and in the end, killed himself.

There are a lot of people out there that need to be emptied; emptiness like Jesus’ tomb, a person releasing his/her pain, a room where one can sit and think, is not bad.

Although I did not fancy the book, it did have some great points.

Have a lovely, sunflower day. 🙂