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Published in 1917 I read this for my chronological reading project, one publication for each year of the 20th century.
Wurzel-Flummery, by A. A. Milne:
A. A. Milne, better known for his books about the bear Winnie-the-Pooh, wrote Wurzel-Flummery originally as a three-act play. When he was offered a production of his play under the condition that he reduces it to two acts, he rewrote it and ended up with an even shorter play consisting of just one act. The play was then premiered in 1917 for the first time.
I didn't know at all what this play was about when I started reading. The title made me curious because it sounded funny and whimsical. What I got was a short and indeed very funny play that made me chuckle several times.
What it's about: Two men, who are MPs (Members of Parliament), get the offer to receive £50,000, which a man they don't know has left them in his will. Under one condition: they have to change their last names, both renowned family names, to the name of "Wurzel-Flummery". What follows are a few absurd but funny discussions on whether they should do it or not.
I really enjoyed this and I'll have to check out some of Milne's other works in the future.
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Film: The Immigrant, American silent romantic comedy written and directed by Charlie Chaplin
You can check out my other chronological project reads on my shelves "project 1800-1899" & "project 1900-1999"
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Published in 1817 I reread this for my chronological reading project, one publication for each year of the 19th century.
Northanger Abbey is one of those books which get better with every reread. A biting satire of Gothic Novels and a coming-of-age story of a naïve girl who had a sheltered upbringing and whose love for gothic stories has distorted her view of the world.
For me, this is Austen's most entertaining novel. I always have so much fun rereading it. Not only do I love the heroine Catherine and her growth throughout the novel, I also love her interactions with the Tilneys and, yes, even with the Thorpe's. John Thorpe is probably the most ridiculous suitor in all of Austen's novels and Isabella is the biggest bullshitter. As aggravating as both are, they always make laugh with the ridiculous things they say and do. What I wished, though, is that there was a bit more of Eleanor Tilney in the story. I would love to get her backstory and see her appear more in Northanger Abbey.
Northanger Abbey and Persuasion were the last of Austen's novels, both posthumous publications. Interestingly, even though they were published at the same time, Northanger Abbey was the first novel she wrote (in 1799) and Persuasion was the last she finished writing. The London bookseller, whom she sold Northanger Abbey to in 1803, decided not to print the work but also refused to sell it back to her for some reason. It was only in 1816 that Jane's brother Henry was able to buy it back for the same sum it was sold before. Jane died in 1817, but in the year before that she revised Northanger Abbey with the intention of having it finally published. When she died it was her brother Henry who gave the novel its final name and arranged the publication in late December 1817, "with a preface for the first time publicly identifying Jane Austen as the author of all her novels."
A few favourite quotes:
"But for my own part, if a book is well written, I always find it too short."
"If a rainy morning deprived them of other enjoyments, they were still resolute in meeting in defiance of wet and dirt, and shut themselves up, to read novels together.
"The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid."
. . . In the year 1817:
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Music: An die Musik (D 547), by Franz Schubert
You can check out my other chronological project reads on my shelves "project 1800-1899" & "project 1900-1999"
Bibliolyra commented on Bibliolyra's review of Mountain Interval
Published in 1916 I read this for my chronological reading project, one publication for each year of the 20th century.
Mountain Interval is a poetry collection by Robert Frost which contains a variety of his poems, but most importantly the poem he's best known for, The Road Not Taken. That's the first poem of his that I read and instantly loved. And I know a lot of people do. There are only a couple more of his poems that I knew before reading this collection, but I was certain that I would enjoy reading more of his works.
I did not... unfortunately...I was actually quite taken aback by the nature of some of these poems. I was not prepared to read about murder, mutilation, death and other bleak themes. It felt like Frost was aiming for shock value with the violence and misery in these poems.
Don't get me wrong, not all of them are gruesome and disturbing like his poems "Out, Out" or "The Vanishing Red". The other poems were sometimes enjoyable and quite atmospheric, but a lot of them felt taken out of context and just didn't grab me. And a lot of them were quite boring or pointless. For me it went downhill after 1/3 of this collection.
There are probably people who will enjoy these poems, if you don't mind the themes. I don't mind macabre stories, I liked reading Edgar Allan Poe, for example. But Frost's poems were just not for me. I also don't like how they're written. They would've worked much better as short stories, it doesn't feel like they were meant to be poems.
Here's one of the few poems that I really enjoyed:
BOND AND FREE
LOVE has earth to which she clings With hills and circling arms about- Wall within wall to shut fear out. But Thought has need of no such things, For Thought has a pair of dauntless wings.
On snow and sand and turf, I see Where Love has left a printed trace With straining in the world's embrace. And such is Love and glad to be. But Thought has shaken his ankles free.
Thought cleaves the interstellar gloom And sits in Sirius' disc all night, Till day makes him retrace his flight, With smell of burning on every plume, Back past the sun to an earthly room.
His gains in heaven are what they are. Yet some say Love by being thrall And simply staying possesses all In several beauty that Thought fares far To find fused in another star.
. . . In the year 1916:
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Music: Sonata for flute, viola, and harp (first performed 1916), by Claude Debussy
Film: The Vagabond, romantic comedy film by Charlie Chaplin
You can check out my other chronological project reads on my shelves "project 1800-1899" & "project 1900-1999"
Bibliolyra commented on Bibliolyra's review of Der Sandmann
Published in 1816 I read this for my chronological reading project, one publication for each year of the 19th century.
The Sandman, by E.T.A. Hoffmann:
As a young boy Nathanael's mother always told him "The Sandman is coming!" when it was time for bed. The Sandman is a mythological character from European folkore, who sprinkles sand in children's eyes to make them fall asleep and have sweet dreams. Some nights Nathanael had to go to bed early due to the nightly visits his father received by an aquaintance. One of those times the nurse told him that the visitor is the Sandman, and that he steals the eyes of children who would not go to bed and feed them to his own children who lived in the moon. This traumatized and intrigued Nathanael at the same time. The story becomes a reality in his mind and an obsession with the Sandman begins and continues into adulthood. He starts to drift off into a nightmarish delusion that the sandman, who he believes to be that nightly visitor, is out to get him.
Hoffmann's works were negatively received by his contemporaries and harshly criticised. I wasn't aware of this before reading The Sandman. Now I can see why his works didn't go well with society's expectations and literary taste. Hoffmann just was ahead of his time in my opinion. The way he plays with reality and illusion in this phantasmagoric tale he would've fit much better in the beginning of the 20th century and had more success. "Kafkaesque" came to my mind and that he could've easily been a part of the expressionism movement. I also find it very interesting how he explored themes of mental illness in this fantastical story. It's really mesmerising! It's also quite influential, it is not only considered Gothic fiction, but also early horror and sci-fi, with its depiction of an early idea of robotics.
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"Everything, his whole life, had become to him a dream and a foreboding, and he was always saying that every man, although he might think himself free, only served for the cruel sport of dark powers. These he said it was vain to resist, and man must patiently resign himself to his fate."
In the year 1816:
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Born: Charlotte Brontë (died 1855), English novelist and poet; wrote Jane Eyre (1847) under her pen name "Currer Bell"
Died: Richard Brinsley Sheridan (born 1751), Irish playwright and politician; wrote The School for Scandal (1777)
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Music: Septet No.1, Op. 74 - Johann Nepomuk Hummel
You can check out my other chronological project reads on my shelves "project 1800-1899" & "project 1900-1999"