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#13 The Turn of the Screw and other stories

How appropriate that the thirteenth book I would finish would be a collection of Henry James’ ghost stories? And that on the same day, I would visit #13 Lincoln’s Inn Fields, home of the Sir John Soane’s Museum-a rather quirky museum of collectables inside a free mason’s house?

Having never read any of James’ works, a recent acquaintance advised I pick something of his up and read it immediately after finishing The Scarlet Letter. I couldn’t remember which title I was supposed to read so I went with the one that immediately caught my eye, The Turn of the Screw.

There’s something about James I quite like, although the way he throws around commas concerns me a bit. Both of us spent the majority of our lives in the US, specifically on the East Coast, and then developed a love for the UK. His writing is American but at first glance could pass for British. He doesn’t fully belong to either place and seems to pick and choose the pieces of each country’s culture he likes best, much as I do. My one problem with him is that each of the stories was a bit challenging to get into-one small detail missed and everything was lost. However, once I was able to focus, I found myself wanting to know more about the characters and happened to get wrapped up in their anxieties and jealousies.

The first story, “The Turn of the Screw,” was by far the strongest. A young governess moves to a countryside house to take care of two young children whose parents died in India a few years earlier. Their uncle, their sole guardian, has strictly advised that no one, under any circumstances, should attempt to contact him and that the governess is now entirely responsible for them. All is well until the ghosts of two characters previously in close contact with the children begin to appear. We have to wonder whether the governess has gone insane or if the ghosts are really there. Are the children wicked or simply confused by her strange behavior?

The second story, “The Romance of Certain Old Clothes,” was the most accessible but the silliest of the lot. James hoped to avoid the over the top nature of regular ghost stories but certainly came close to doing just that with this one.

In the third, “The Friends of Friends,” a woman insists that her best friend and husband-to-be, both witnesses of supernatural activity in their younger days, must meet. However, neither are able to be in the same place at the same time due to one excuse or another-the delay lasts years. Eventually they are able to make a date, but the main character, who suddenly grows scared after learning that her friend’s husband has died, forces a cancellation. The two find a way to each other and the woman shortly dies. The main character insists that her fiancé has become obsessed with her and sees her ghost every night. They break their engagement, neither of them marries, and he dies a few years later. Was she right about the ghost or did her jealousy overcome her? Although I found the story hard to follow at times I liked the basic idea behind it.

The last story, “The Jolly Corner,” was the weirdest. A man moves abroad and has a life of leisure instead of staying home. He comes home to sell his old house and imagines that his alter ego is stuck inside. He becomes obsessed by it and tries to find out what his other self would look like. This story was a bit dramatic, and reminded me a bit of some French short stories I read once upon a time, but it intrigued me. As someone who has moved house an awful lot, I often wonder what life would have been like if I had stayed in one place.

Overall I enjoyed the stories but was no where near as moved by them as I was by The Scarlet Letter.

#12 The Scarlet Letter

I’m pretty tired right now and happen to be watching Spaceballs, which is my favorite movie of all time, so this post is going to be even more crap than usual.

I was anticipating to not really care too much for Nathaniel Hawthorne’s classic, The Scarlet Letter, and was pleasantly surprised by it. The beginning was a bit over the top and dramatic, a bit soap operaesque, if you will. It made me think of Victor Hugo’s Le Dernier Jour d’un Homme Condamné, which tells (in a rather dramatic fashion) the story of a man waiting to be executed. He remembers his life and everything in it including the good and the bad. We grow to like him (I guess) and are not able to judge him as we never learn what crime he has committed. Although the story is beautiful at times, it makes my eyes roll because Hugo’s moralizing about how the death penalty is wrong just made me want to throw up a bit.

I worried that Hawthorne would follow a similar route-that yes, we are all human and hypocrites, how can any sinner possibly make the life of another’s so unbearable in the claims of being righteous? However, Hawthorne’s power for description is so beautiful that the story gains real depth instead of becoming a simple parable. I felt saddened when Dimmesdale stood next to Hester and Pearl in the middle of the night, regretting that he could not openly shared their burden, and haunted when Hester and Dimmesdale discuss their past and their future in the middle of the forest. I absolutely loved how he contrasted the supposed civility of the Old World with the wild nature of New England.

It almost seemed that Hawthorne had taken inspiration from a series of portraits and I’d be interested to see a collection done based on the book. Each chapter has a title that could fit perfectly with either one or a few pieces. There never is much movement in each chapter and the only character whose feelings we ever get a glimpse of are Dimmesdale’s. I could go on and on, but no words can really properly describe it. The Scarlet Letter is one of the absolute greatest books of American literature (and probably of all time). It’s a shame it’s force fed to students too young to appreciate it-I’m pretty sure I would have hated it in high school. I am pretty sure I’m going to be reading this book again within the next few years.