I love talking about books. Really, I do. Once I get started on the topic, it’s usually very difficult to get met to shut up. Some books come along, though, that render me speechless. It’s not that I disliked the aforementioned books. I just can’t think of anything to say about them.
The Scarlet Pimpernel is a crusader who, along with his band of Englishmen, rescues French royalists from Madame Guillotine during the French Revolution. His enemies try to find out who he is, and there are a lot of disguises, stolen documents, and traveling-by-night involved.
This book has been called “the first spy novel” quite often, so I guess my expectations were a little high. I was also expecting something along the lines of The Count of Monte Cristo, but The Scarlet Pimpernel was just, well, less epic. I was even more disappointed, because the edition I own features a swordfight on the cover. I’m sorry to disappoint you, but there ISN’T A SINGLE SWORDFIGHT in the novel.
And the prose felt clumsy at times. There’s a character named Marguerite in the novel, and it was repeated over and over that she’s the cleverest woman in all of France. Yes, I get it. She’s wildly intelligent. You don’t have to repeat it every time she’s in a scene.
Overall, I liked The Scarlet Pimpernel, but I was more than a little disappointed. It just didn’t have as many intrigues as I expected.
I feel really guilty about not liking this one. A lot of bloggers absolutely love it, and I’ve heard from a ton of sources that it’s supposed to be a very important feminist work of literature. Now, I’m the kind of girl who’s really into all things feminism-related, but A Doll’s House just didn’t do anything for me.
The funny thing is I loved analyzing A Doll’s House, just picking apart the pieces and figuring out what the author is trying to say about a woman’s role in society. This is a problem, however, since I mainly read for entertainment… and I wasn’t very entertained. I thought the characters, especially Dr. Rank, were weird, and a couple of events seemed unexplainable for me.
I do intend to reread this in the near future, though. Something tells me that I’m going to like this more after a second reading—or maybe after seeing a live performance.