The gunshot in Henrik Ibsen’s The Wild Duck comes to both readers and characters alike as a surreal sort of shock. It’s a shot of adrenaline straight to the veins, a state where we’re aware of the presence of something very physical and, at the same time, something elusive–simply because…
Sense and Sensibility is the fourth novel I’ve read from Jane Austen, and it certainly did not disappoint. Time and time again, Jane Austen has made clear her style of subtle wit and eloquence of expression that keeps the story sharp and tightly knit. I find myself gravitating toward her…
Seldom, very seldom, does complete truth belong to any human disclosure; seldom can it happen that something is not a little disguised or a little mistaken. In the world of Jane Austen’s novels, Emma is up there as having one of the most misunderstood of the Austenian heroines. Beautiful, rich, and witty…
“Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn’t something that blew…