This is certainly one of those books that I should have already read before now - it is even still required reading in my state for 12th grade English, but being that I took a different English class that year I was never exposed to it. All I knew about this book was it's opening line before a week ago, now I am amazed (for several reasons) that I did not know more of it sooner.
A Tale of Two Cities tells the story of Lucie Manette and her family during the time of the great French Revolution of 1789 and the reign of terror. Lucie's father is a Frenchman who was unlawfully imprisoned in the Bastille for 18 years. When he is released, his daughter is brought from England to take care of him and bring him back with her to a friendlier country. A few years pass, and Lucie and her father develop a relationship with a charming young Frenchman named Charles Darnay, whom Lucie marries. While all this is happening, the French people organize and revolt against the tyranny of their king and aristocracy, bringing about the revolution that develops into a period known as "the reign of terror". The guillotine is introduced and all of the aristocracy are put to death one by one, including children and their servants. Once the true oppressors are mostly taken care of, no citizen is safe from accusations against their stance on the new government, and the people start inflicting the death penalty at random to anyone accused and sentenced by a "jury of their peers". Unbeknownst to Lucie, her husband is actually a member of the French aristocracy who gave up his title willingly years before because he did not agree with the treatment of the lower classes. When Charles left France for England, he changed his name so that no one could find him, and left his property to be given up by his servants. When his most trusted servant writes to him to say that he has been arrested in his master's stead and sits in prison waiting to be executed, Charles heads to France to keep the innocent man from dying for him, safe in the hope that he can use his altruistic back story to save himself from death when the time comes. He arrives in Paris on the 15th of July - just after new laws are passed and all "foreigners" are claimed to be on French soil unlawfully, so Charles is thrown in prison. Lucie and her father and child go to Paris to try and plead for her husband to no avail. The family lives in Paris for over a year while Charles sits in jail waiting for his trial. In the meantime, Lucie's father makes his story known to those in charge of the revolutionary government and is treated as a national hero of sorts. He does everything he can and secures his son-in-law a not guilty verdict. The day that Charles is released, he is arrested again on different charges, of which Lucie's father can do nothing about.
As a person who studied French language and history as my college major, I am honestly ashamed that I had not read this book sooner. I never even really knew it was about the revolution, not to mention how brutal an account of this time it would be. The reign of terror was no joke - no one was safe from being accused of "terrorism" (for lack of a better term), and just those accusations would make you meet St. Guillotine. The original motto of the new republic was "Liberty, Equality, Fraternity, or Death", only to have the death part removed a long time afterward. The accounts of what it was like to live during this time in this book are gruesome to say the least. This was a brutal time where friends turned on each other and then not only watched as their head was cut off but them paraded the head around on a pike like a trophy. The ending to this story though, is nothing short of beautiful. I never really thought I would use that word in describing a book before, but there is no better way to put it than that. I found myself reading the ending a few times after I finished the book just to experience that moment of beauty again. It was very moving, especially considering the horrible atrocities being committed around it. I cannot recommend this book enough and it absolutely deserves its place on the lists of best books ever written. I give this book 5 out of 5 stars.
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Thursday, July 9, 2015
Wednesday, June 17, 2015
WIP Wednesday: Progress, Progress
I know it's been a while (I feel like I'm all or nothing when it comes to projects to post about), but I have managed to make some decided progress :)
I finished the first sleeve on my Emelie cardigan! I actually managed to finish it on Saturday, which was National Knit In Public Day :) I went to Seaworld with my family and finished the sleeve on the way.
Here's a close up - I had to fudge things a bit since I wanted my sleeves shorter than the pattern calls for. I had to decrease very quickly at the end, and I actually ended up with a line of decreases on the underside of the sleeve, but it feeds right into the ribbing so no one will notice it but me. It looks like a sudden dip when it's flat, but when it's on my arm, you can't even tell. I'll take it :) I also managed to make my whole sleeve cap in church on Sunday and start on the actual sleeve itself. I can feel how close this is to finishing now so I'm trying to work mainly on this.
As far as my Outfit Along Briar cardigan - it hasn't even been started. Ugh. The Fibranatura Cotton True is sold as "sport" weight yarn, but it is more like fingering weight in person. I've tried several larger needle sizes and I still can't even remotely get gauge even when the stitches are so big that you can basically see through the knitting completely. Rrrr... Oh well. I have to figure out something else, but I may just use my Emelie as my OAL sweater. We shall see. It feels like I haven't had much time at home over the last few weeks, so I haven't been able to delve into my stash and figure out a new plan.
In other news, My mom knitted something! My mom was always told she could never be taught to knit because she was left handed. Even her mom wrote her off as hopeless when she was young, so she just gave up on the idea. When I taught knitting at my church back in May, my mom was one of my students. She has stuck with the washcloth project, and worked on it little by little, asking me questions periodically, and she just finished binding off yesterday. I'm so proud! (sniff)I did finish a fairly complex sewing project this week as well - a Colette Beignet skirt. I posted this pic on Instagram last week when I hammered out the buttonholes. It came out really great, and I'm super proud. I just have to take photos and whatnot, so stay tuned for that :)
I'm also knee deep in listening to A Tale of Two Cities along with a friend of mine. Oddly enough, I've never read this book, and I never even knew what the story was about despite this being required reading in basic 12th grade English in my state. I took AP English, so I didn't have the same required reading, and this book just never crossed my path. This book is always in the top 5 of Books To Read Before You Die lists, so I've wanted to read it for the last year or so. My friend Taylor suggested the two of us read it at the same time, so it gave me a great excuse to finally mark this one off my list. I'm about 1/3rd through it, and I'm liking Madame Defarge already :) Gotta love a fellow knitter and revolutionary.
So that's it for me this week :) Head over to Gracey's Goodies to see what others are up to.
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