Samstag, 10. Dezember 2011

Time for Shakespeare

Allie is hosting a fantastic event in January 2012: The Shakespeare Reading Month! The rules are very simple, it is basically just about reading anything concerning our beloved poet in January 2012.
Out of two reasons I could not resist taking part: Firstly, Shakespeare is in my opinion the most eloquent English poet of all times. His language is so very special that I can't stand reading or hearing a translated version of it.
The feeling I get whenever I read something by him is strangely very similar to what I felt when I watched Love Story for the first time... it just makes me sigh. (So guys, if you want to get a girl, go and learn Shakespeare by heart!)

Anyway, the second and more serious (though not more imprtant) reason is my obsession with being well-educated. I believe every literate person in the world should aim to read all of Shakespeare's plays, and since I have only read Romeo&Juliet and A Midsummernight's Dream I am woefully behind.

So in January I will be reading as much Shakespeare as possible, I will focus on his plays but I should manage to read some sonnets as well and I've also got a biography somewhere on my shelves.

However, these are the plays I am definitely going to read - Hold me accountable for them!

  • The Winter's Tale
  • Henry VIII or Macbeth, depending on my mood
  • Hamlet

Seems like there will be a lot of books under my Christmas tree.
 

Freitag, 9. Dezember 2011

Great Expectations

Great Expectations was not a book easily read; at parts I had to close it and put reading the next chapter off until the next day because I had so much to think about. Some parts of it were excruciating, firstly because I forsaw that Pip would be disappointed in his great expectations, secondly because sometimes I felt as if Mr Dickens were not writing about the orpha´n Philip Pirrip, but about me.

Of course this doesn't mean that I didn't absolutely love it. Whereas, I think this novel is one which you can not 'absolutely' love. It is too much like life itself, impressive but bittersweet.

I bought Great Expectations, which is by the way my first Dickens if one does not count A Christmas Carol, at a time when I was very unhappy.
Dicken's model for Satis house
I didn't understand people, I felt as if I was totally different from everyone around me, I tried to be like the others and failed miserably, in short: I did not know who I was and neither what I was living for.
I had read somewhere that Great Expectations was a book that could help you accept life, however, more than half a year passed between my buying and reading it.

The beginning of the book made me want to read it all in one night: I loved little Pip and Joe, of course, and it was easy for me to sympathise with the boy's want for education and culture and his desire to be uncommon, something special, a gentleman.

The rest of the book was not so lightly readable anymore, Pip's gentleman life torn between feeling guilty towards Joe and Biddy and always wanting to please (involuntarily) cold-hearted Estella brought the bitter realisation that being uncommon and wealthy is no one-way ticket to happiness.
I think the following quote gives a good insight into this period of Pip's life.

We spent as much money as we could, and got as little for it as people could make up their minds to give us. We were always more or less miserable, and most of our acquaintance were in the same condition. There was a gay fiction among us that we were con- stantly enjoying ourselves, and a skeleton truth that we never did. To the best of my belief, our case was in the last aspect a rather common one.
This was the part of the book I liked least, perhaps because I am too young to accept that great expectations of wealth and social rise are not so great after all. I was also really upset to see the bad influence Pip's wealth had on his character, I even started to question myself why I had liked him so much as a child.

Anyway, since Charles Dickens is a great writer everything was turned upside down again with Magwitch's arrival and the final clash with Estella.
I was really impressed by the way all the loose threads were woven together in the last part of the book, in fact the only thing I didn't like about it was the ending. It is too clear that the original ending was changed into a happier one in order to please the readers, and although I generally prefer happy endings I do not like this one. I just can't imagine a future where Pip and Estella are a happy couple, I think too much has happened between them.

To conclude, let's jump back to the reason I originally bought Great Expectations. I am a much happier person today than on the day I bought it: I still have not found who I am, but I am not so desperately searching for it anymore. I can't say to what extent this is due to Pip's story, but Mr Dickens has definitely taught me a very important lesson about life: It never comes as you expect it and once you have changed something it can never be the same again.

Donnerstag, 8. Dezember 2011

Unexpected Interruptions

My lovely fir green plaster
I am right in the middle of my new-blog-enthusiasm and have just finished Great Expectations, so why haven't there been any posts recently? School's to blame, but unfortunately not in the way one would assume: we were playing basketball and I hurt my middle finger when I tried to catch the ball. Since it was turning blue I went to the doctor and now my whole right arm is in plaster, so typing is quite a challenge at the moment.
This doesn't mean that I won't post anything for the next three weeks, indeed I plan on posting a review of Great Expectations tomorrow, but please be patient if it takes me longer than usual to update my beloved blog!
Writing this mini post alone took me almost half an hour...
There is only one good thing about this: I don't have to attend PE lessons for the next three weeks.

Sonntag, 4. Dezember 2011

Finally a challenge!

After looking around on some great book blogs for a while I am proud to announce that I've finally chosen my first official reading challenge for 2012. It may seem a little strange to you how important this is to me, but considering my usual aversion to planning forward for longer than a week this really is a big thing for me!
Every time I try to plan something it's the same: First I am really excited and plan on doing much more things than it is possible for a breathing human being, then I get caught in tiny little details and in the end I am so frustrated that I give it all up.

Anyway, not this time! Without further procrastination I disclose my participation in Howling Frog Book's Greek Classics Challenge 2012!
I am aiming for level Thucydides which means that I will have to read at least 11 classic greek works.
I thought I would use this challenge as kind of an extra motivation to get on with my own Greek Tragedies Challenge, so I will mostly be reading plays from my list. However, I really appreciate the chance to share my thoughts on the greek classics with the other participants. I love discussing and I think this will be an excellent opportunity to do so.

All that's left to do for now is to try and figure out how to post the owl badge (which is gorgeous indeed)on my blog. Wish me luck!

Samstag, 3. Dezember 2011

Becoming famous

I want to participate in as many book challenges as possible next year, mainly because I see this as a way to spread word about my blog.
I've never had a blog before and to be honest I am rather unsure as to how to gain readers for it. At the moment this is more of a journal than of a public blog: I am probably the only one reading it!
I'd love to be part of a community, so in case someone stumbles across Literary stars by any chance, please leave a comment, if only to say what a miserable first attempt of a blog it is!
I could also need some advise should anyone feel the desire to help me, I am still trying to figure out how to install a Currently reading list for example.

I've seen some really interesting challenges on other blogs, I will post about them tomorrow!
That's it mainly for today, alas I'm off to bed. Goodnight!

Freitag, 2. Dezember 2011

Reading Plans for December or Fa la la la la, la la la la

Today is the second day of my absolutely favourite month of the year. I love December because (what a surprise!) I love Christmas.
I am the kind of Sinatra-songs-singing-Christmas-lover who is already annoying everyone weeks before Christmas Eve. My parents are probably to blame because when I was young Christmas was the unchallenged highlight of the year. I am indeed very thankful to say that I had a typical picture-book upbringing.

Anyway, I'm about to finish Great Expectations (a post on that will come soon) and December 6 is the release date of Clockwork Prince by Cassandra Clare, something I've been counting the days until since April. It is a young adult novel but Cassie Clare is such an extraordinary author that I don't even feel guilty for reading her books instead of something 'valuable'. Also the setting of  Clockwork Prince makes it irresistible for me, the descriptions of Victorian London in it are unbelievably vivid and absolutely mesmerising.
I will probably devour this long awaited novel within some days and then I'll focus on E.T.A. Hoffmann's The Nutcracker and the Mouse King to enjoy my Christmas mood.
I've been wondering whether I should give Dicken's Christmas stories a try, but presumably I won't have enough time for them, considering all the Christmas preparations. On the other hand I have to wait a whole year if don't read them now, so it's tempting, it's very, very tempting!

I have to stop this for now, my sister is trying to cook instant noodles and setting the kitchen on fire. Gonna save what's left to save!

The Glamour of the Days gone by

It took me a long time to write this post, much longer than I intended. The subject is last weekend which I spent in Vienna. Although I'm Austrian I don't live there, I live in Graz, the second biggest (250.000 inhabitants) town, about two hours drive away from the capital.
I know Vienna very well and that is maybe my problem when it comes to describing it. In my opinion no one who has not walked through this city's streets once in their live can possibly understand what they mean, why they are not just roads and buildings.
Vienna is the sound of classical music, the sight of waltzing people under crystal chandeliers in marble halls of palaces that were built for emperors who controlled the fate of Europe for centuries. Vienna is luxury and prestige, it is gold and glamour, it is philosophy and high society.

But more than anything, Vienna is longing.

The word nostalgia is a huge understatement for the feeling that is hidden behind every smiling face there.
This city is a fantasy we have to believe in.
Before the end of monarchy, Vienna was the centre of Europe. Internationally renowned characters were heading for the capital of the Habsburg Empire; they enjoyed the sophisticated ambiance and the well-educated society, and many of them produced their greatest works there. Vienna was fertile ground for ambitious ideas and grand cultural projects (classical music for example was born there!) and the whole city took part in the cultural peak, even those who didn't have any knowledge of philosophy were vividly discussing Freud's books for example. There was no place in the world which could be compared to Vienna.
In fact, there still isn't.

Vienna means something else too. It is the ideal place for people who want to be alone but need company for that. To be in Vienna is to feel connected with everyone around you, to feel as if everyone understood you and shared your thoughts, even without ever talking to anyone.

Visiting Vienna these days is walking on a fine line between the present of the twentyfiirst century and the imperial past. Most of the time it is crossing this line constantly.

To say that time stood still in the city would be a lie, and not even a very convincing one: there are just too many skyscrapers, H&Ms and Starbucks!
However, the traditional, sophisticated Vienna is anything but gone.
It is almost as if Vienna had a shadow self, where the memory of all great events and persons is still present: it lingers in every corner, even decades and sometimes centuries after these events are over and these people have died.



I am trying all the time to cross the boundary between the real Vienna and the ghostly one, but whenever you look too closely at the splendid glamour of the shadowy city it blurs and disappears. Then you are left alone in the 21. century again and wonder where all the time has gone.