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Clarissa: Or the History of a Young Lady
by Samuel Richardson
OMG! What a drip! Even for the time, this young lady takes the biscuit. Modesty and piety can perhaps be taken too far.
So, firstly I should warn you this book's claim to fame is that it is (allegedly) the longest novel ever written in the English language.
I wish I'd known this first.
Secondly, it is epistolary (it's all written as letters between friends).
Thirdly, it's a tragedy; don't expect a happily ever after.
It took me ages to get through this book.
I didn't find the old fashioned language particularly challenging, but others might.
What's it about?
An unbelievably pious, perfect specimen of her sex named Clarissa Harlowe.
Her family imprison her, and try to force her to marry an oaf.
Then her other suitor treats her abominably. Never was there a greater libertine than Mr Lovelace, surely!
That's pretty much it.
*spoiler alert* I wish I could choose to die at whim like this girl. How convenient!? :-/
So, this book feels like it was written by a vicar, perhaps as a result of his sermons falling on deaf ears.
It is a moralistic tale of how nice girls should be good and forever obey their parents.
And men shouldn't be beastly.
I feel quite good about myself for reaching the end, but only because it was a bit like running a marathon.
So, firstly I should warn you this book's claim to fame is that it is (allegedly) the longest novel ever written in the English language.
I wish I'd known this first.
Secondly, it is epistolary (it's all written as letters between friends).
Thirdly, it's a tragedy; don't expect a happily ever after.
It took me ages to get through this book.
I didn't find the old fashioned language particularly challenging, but others might.
What's it about?
An unbelievably pious, perfect specimen of her sex named Clarissa Harlowe.
Her family imprison her, and try to force her to marry an oaf.
Then her other suitor treats her abominably. Never was there a greater libertine than Mr Lovelace, surely!
That's pretty much it.
*spoiler alert* I wish I could choose to die at whim like this girl. How convenient!? :-/
So, this book feels like it was written by a vicar, perhaps as a result of his sermons falling on deaf ears.
It is a moralistic tale of how nice girls should be good and forever obey their parents.
And men shouldn't be beastly.
I feel quite good about myself for reaching the end, but only because it was a bit like running a marathon.