I've read the Conrad one was given to read in one course in American literature at the time I was getting my degree, but I haven't read that one -- and such a great title, too.
I missed Conrad in school, in the same way that I missed most of the Western canon after about the second century CE; I picked up Heart of Darkness on my own sometime in grad school, but I'm still way behind the curve. I like Freya of the Seven Isles (1912), an odd romantic novella with a tropical setting, and The Mirror of the Sea (1906), because it contains statements like this:
I have attempted here to lay bare with the unreserve of a last hour's confession the terms of my relation with the sea, which beginning mysteriously, like any great passion the inscrutable Gods send to mortals, went on unreasoning and invincible, surviving the test of disillusion, defying the disenchantment that lurks in every day of a strenuous life; went on full of love's delight and love's anguish, facing them in open-eyed exultation, without bitterness and without repining, from the first hour to the last.
I have actually read An Outcast of the Islands, but not recently enough to be able to talk intelligently about it; and I've read Nostromo (1904), because that happens to people who want to see if Ridley Scott was making any specific reference in Alien (1979). Otherwise, nothing. Now I feel like I should read a lot more!
It's June bug season and I fear for the screens.
We are having a similar problem, only it's moths on the other side of our screens. Hestia attacks them daily.
The human parts of the trip will think long and hard about ever driving cats anywhere again, however.
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I missed Conrad in school, in the same way that I missed most of the Western canon after about the second century CE; I picked up Heart of Darkness on my own sometime in grad school, but I'm still way behind the curve. I like Freya of the Seven Isles (1912), an odd romantic novella with a tropical setting, and The Mirror of the Sea (1906), because it contains statements like this:
I have attempted here to lay bare with the unreserve of a last hour's confession the terms of my relation with the sea, which beginning mysteriously, like any great passion the inscrutable Gods send to mortals, went on unreasoning and invincible, surviving the test of disillusion, defying the disenchantment that lurks in every day of a strenuous life; went on full of love's delight and love's anguish, facing them in open-eyed exultation, without bitterness and without repining, from the first hour to the last.
I have actually read An Outcast of the Islands, but not recently enough to be able to talk intelligently about it; and I've read Nostromo (1904), because that happens to people who want to see if Ridley Scott was making any specific reference in Alien (1979). Otherwise, nothing. Now I feel like I should read a lot more!
It's June bug season and I fear for the screens.
We are having a similar problem, only it's moths on the other side of our screens. Hestia attacks them daily.
The human parts of the trip will think long and hard about ever driving cats anywhere again, however.
Understood!