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out I had sent a rather bitchy letter to Adrian when I realised he and Veronica were attracted to one another, and that Veronica had burned his diary, apart from one page. From this I guessed that one of the handicapped adults must have been Adrian and Veronica’s child.
Even a novella requires an ending, so I suppose I had better cut to the chase. With an improbable piece of deduction based on an equation Adrian had written, I realised the handicapped person must have been Adrian and Veronica’s mother’s child. So Adrian’s suicide wasn’t so heroic. Or was it? After all, why should I be any more reliable now than I was at the beginning?
Digested read, digested: The Sense of Familiarity.
The Marriage Plot
by Jeffrey Eugenides (2011)
Let us start with Madeleine’s books. Jane Austen, George Eliot and Edith Wharton. Yes, she is an incurable romantic, but there was nothing romantic about her on this, her graduation day, from Brown University. She was dishevelled from the night before; her dress had an awkward stain and she was trying to avoid her parents’ disapprobation by spending time with her friend, Mitchell.
‘I still don’t fancy you, but I thought you should know that me and Leonard just split up,’ she said. ‘Why am I supposed to care?’ Mitchell replied, a question readers would soon be asking themselves.
So how did Madeleine’s love life get to this point? In her first year at Brown in 1979, she had had many admirers, but hadremained faithful to her fictional male leading characters, but at some point during the semiotics option she had been persuaded that everything was text and that since she herself was a character in a novel there was no real need to differentiate between Mr Darcy and any of the other students. There followed 50 pages of Barthesian banter and an equally masturbatory relationship with a boy named Billy, which ended when the mirror being held up to the reader broke. For a while thereafter, Madeleine sought comfort in Mitchell, a religious studies student, and might even once have allowed him to have sex with her, had he not been so frozen by her beauty. As it was, the moment passed and she began an affair with Leonard, a dazzlingly semi-detached science undergraduate.
‘I love you,’ she said, as he came inside her.
‘Barthes says that once the first avowal has been made, ‘I love you’ has no meaning,’ Leonard replied. Rather than recognising that Leonard was a bit of a tosser, Madeleine fell even deeper in love with Leonard, as she had read that Barthes had also said that love is extreme solitude. So their relationship continued until he stopped going to seminars three months before graduation. Madeleine chose to deconstruct his absence as him having dumped her and so it was that she had allowed another student to come on her dress.
‘We must hurry, or we’ll be late for graduation,’ said Mitchell.
‘Haven’t you heard?’ said her room mate. ‘Leonard has been in a mental hospital for the past three months.’
‘Marry me, Madeleine,’ Leonard begged, as she entered the psych ward.
Any number of thoughts might have entered the reader’s mind at this point. How did Madeleine fail to realise Leonard was bonkers from the start? Why did she not bother to find outLeonard was in hospital earlier? And was this the dullest love triangle in literature? But we cannot allow ourselves to enter the realms of sub-text or meta-text; instead we must stay with text and pursue our characters through to the bitter end.
Mitchell was alone in a Parisian hotel, pining for Madeleine, whom he had kissed just before he left New York. How had he got there? Well, he’d set off to Europe, armed with loads of books on which he would frequently discourse at length with his friend Larry, who had come to see his feminist girlfriend but turned out to be gay. Meanwhile, Leonard was trying to lose weight. How had he got to that point? Well, he’d become distrustful of the lithium and
Even a novella requires an ending, so I suppose I had better cut to the chase. With an improbable piece of deduction based on an equation Adrian had written, I realised the handicapped person must have been Adrian and Veronica’s mother’s child. So Adrian’s suicide wasn’t so heroic. Or was it? After all, why should I be any more reliable now than I was at the beginning?
Digested read, digested: The Sense of Familiarity.
The Marriage Plot
by Jeffrey Eugenides (2011)
Let us start with Madeleine’s books. Jane Austen, George Eliot and Edith Wharton. Yes, she is an incurable romantic, but there was nothing romantic about her on this, her graduation day, from Brown University. She was dishevelled from the night before; her dress had an awkward stain and she was trying to avoid her parents’ disapprobation by spending time with her friend, Mitchell.
‘I still don’t fancy you, but I thought you should know that me and Leonard just split up,’ she said. ‘Why am I supposed to care?’ Mitchell replied, a question readers would soon be asking themselves.
So how did Madeleine’s love life get to this point? In her first year at Brown in 1979, she had had many admirers, but hadremained faithful to her fictional male leading characters, but at some point during the semiotics option she had been persuaded that everything was text and that since she herself was a character in a novel there was no real need to differentiate between Mr Darcy and any of the other students. There followed 50 pages of Barthesian banter and an equally masturbatory relationship with a boy named Billy, which ended when the mirror being held up to the reader broke. For a while thereafter, Madeleine sought comfort in Mitchell, a religious studies student, and might even once have allowed him to have sex with her, had he not been so frozen by her beauty. As it was, the moment passed and she began an affair with Leonard, a dazzlingly semi-detached science undergraduate.
‘I love you,’ she said, as he came inside her.
‘Barthes says that once the first avowal has been made, ‘I love you’ has no meaning,’ Leonard replied. Rather than recognising that Leonard was a bit of a tosser, Madeleine fell even deeper in love with Leonard, as she had read that Barthes had also said that love is extreme solitude. So their relationship continued until he stopped going to seminars three months before graduation. Madeleine chose to deconstruct his absence as him having dumped her and so it was that she had allowed another student to come on her dress.
‘We must hurry, or we’ll be late for graduation,’ said Mitchell.
‘Haven’t you heard?’ said her room mate. ‘Leonard has been in a mental hospital for the past three months.’
‘Marry me, Madeleine,’ Leonard begged, as she entered the psych ward.
Any number of thoughts might have entered the reader’s mind at this point. How did Madeleine fail to realise Leonard was bonkers from the start? Why did she not bother to find outLeonard was in hospital earlier? And was this the dullest love triangle in literature? But we cannot allow ourselves to enter the realms of sub-text or meta-text; instead we must stay with text and pursue our characters through to the bitter end.
Mitchell was alone in a Parisian hotel, pining for Madeleine, whom he had kissed just before he left New York. How had he got there? Well, he’d set off to Europe, armed with loads of books on which he would frequently discourse at length with his friend Larry, who had come to see his feminist girlfriend but turned out to be gay. Meanwhile, Leonard was trying to lose weight. How had he got to that point? Well, he’d become distrustful of the lithium and
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