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Thursday, August 18th, 2005 04:21 pm (UTC)
To The Lighthouse, for some reason, just made sense for me. I guess it worked because at the time, I was a highly confused person, and the writing was confused enough to be on the same wavelength as I was. To me, this book was about aspirations gone wrong, being ship-wrecked, and taking one last go at getting to the place you want to be as a person. I was feeling all of those things myself back then.

Others, as far as I know, were highly confused. My friends were all in the same class and jealous of me for having this "bond" with Woolf. None of them pursued literature. But this teacher we had was a really pompous piece of work. I've talked about him with other instructors I've had at Camosun and they've all been blown away with what the public school system lets teachers get away with.

I can put him into context by paraphrasing one event: he kept me out of post-secondary because he told me I could not write. He said that I shouldn't even try because I just didn't get it. I'm a writing major now.

Anyway, I have read some short sotries by Findlay, and one novel called Spadework. I agree, not as poetic as Ondaatje, but Findlay had a simplicity that made his work elegant. Winterson, eh? I've not heard of her. I can try her out, maybe next summer when I have the time to read for myself! I seriously don't read for pleasure during the year because I have so much other reading to do!!

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