Anya's Musings

I've always thought of Mr. Darcy from Pride & Prejudice as, well, perfect! I mean, come on, the man tells Eliza "I ardently admire and love you", saves her family from disgrace even if it means giving money to his arch enemy... and more importantly, he is a gentleman. But ofcourse, this perfect a man could only be fiction and I thank Jane Austen for creating him. Always, always, I've wished that I could live in Pride & Prejudice as Elizabeth Bennet.

Offlate though, I've got this fear, an irrational fear, that maybe I'm in a wrong book. I even dreamt this horrid dream that I'm in Jane Eyre... and worse, Wide Sargasso Sea! I don't know, I just don't like Mr. Rochester. Come what may, he's married and even if Bertha Mason (aka Antoinette Cosway in another book) was mad, he still did lock her up in an attic and was about to get married to another woman in front of her! Even though Rebecca is similar to Jane Eyre in more than one ways, I'd prefer to be in Rebecca. I don't even mind being in Gone With The Wind so much!!

I really want to be in The Princess Bride. True Love seems a divine thing and I would love to hear someone say to me "As you wish" the way Westley says it to Buttercup. This is one of the sweetest books ever written. A book I do not want to be in: Tokyo Cancelled. Weird book. I didn't understand half the stories. Did Rana Dasgupta intend it to be this way, really? I think not. And I mean it, he's a good writer, come what may, but I wouldn't want to be in that book.

I wish I could choose a story for my life like this. I wish I could say "I'll live in Pride & Prejudice or The Princess Bride" and that it would happen.

But really, I do wish to read all these people up, whether or not I agree with them. Nietzsche, Heidegger, Kierkegaard, Kafka, Dostoyevsky... the like. Hobsbawm, even, who knows? Okay, so maybe not Hobsbawm. I wonder, why marxists, core marxists, hate women. And then, how the marxists-feminsts emerged.

I have a feeling, that much as I want, it will be a while till I actually start reading them.

As of now, I'm trying to find some Oriya literature. Nothing too contemporary. And so far, I have managed to find just one short story. Central Library isn't as well stocked as they would have you believe. However, I shall keep looking.

Another project I have undertaken: to read all of Agatha Christie's. I'm starting on with Hercule Poirot ones. I'd have read Murder of Roger Ackroyd (brilliant), Murder on the Orient Express (again, brilliant), The Big Four (*blech*), Murder In The Mews, Hercule Poirot's Christmas, The Mysterious Affair at Styles, The Murder on the Links, Peril at End House, Lord Edgware Dies, The ABC Murders, Dumb Witness (stupid book) and Curtain: Poirot's Last Case.

So, with this new self-prescribed project in mind, I went to the Brit. Lib. and have, by far, read the following... Evil Under the Sun, Death on the Nile and Murder in Mesopotamia. The last book has such a stupid narrator, it spoils the book.

Hoping to read more.