Dear Maladjusted Readers,
I am at it again. Apologizing.
If you, in your extreme kindness, are actually reading the latest Maladjusted Book Club pick, you may be muttering to yourself, “What the hell was she thinking?”
And now I must confess to you, I wasn’t, fully.
I picked it in a moment of irrationality, of atypical enthusiasm for a man who looks as severe as this:
My penchant for Thomas Hardy rests in the fact that he’s such a sensitive soul who still managed to piss people off. (I can relate.)
I am halfway through Jude the Obscure, and I am actually enjoying it, though that Sue Bridehead is a big pain in my rear-end. Yet I recognize that it is summer, the time of reading the latest and greatest page-turners, and so many of you are probably seeing your inboxes full of beautiful covers the likes of which you’d rather be reading. Books about kidnappings and murders, filled with steamy sex and hedonism. And I’ve given you two people who are so uptight, they can barely manage to kiss. Even worse, there are no vampires.
The least I could have done was pick Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, a true work of genius. (I love it when that Jane Austen turns in her grave.)
Forgive me for my rashness.
But, what if we were to adjust our attitudes a tiny bit? What if, instead of deeming me “crazy,” or a bore, we called me…
Just think of the pleasure you’ll feel when you cross yet another classic (i.e. novel by dead white guy) off of your list and discuss it on August 1st.
And if you need something to think about while you read, I give you these questions:
The biggest underlying theme of this book seems to be the convention of marriage. For the two main characters, it is a stifling institution, rarely filled with any kind of romance or passionate love.
How different are our concepts about marriage today?
Is it wiser to avoid marriage altogether if you want to keep the love alive with your partner?
In contemporary society, are we still held hostage by such outdated traditions?