Showing posts with label Jean Rhys. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jean Rhys. Show all posts

Saturday, March 18, 2017

After Leaving Mackenzie by Jean Rhys (1930)

My Rating: 4/5
This is the most tragic episode I've had witnessed so far this year. It developed a depressing tone from the beginning, and poured out gloomy past that only console from its confidant is indeed appreciated. I feel pity to every woman portrayed on here. For instance, a woman, whose body laid naked on couch and has been displayed as wallpaper for this book. When you go along the lines of hers written fearlessly by the creator you might be heard a history of deep sorrow that was sort of relatable up to now.

A flat character is usually flat if there's no progress from  start to end. Julia, the main protagonist, has never been shaken after commiting mistake. She lets her past faded and focussing to capture emphaty from others she'd thought will never refuse an aid for her benefit, yet her insanity brought her back to the bottom of shame. It irks me to watch characters often fall from being impulsive or within the bound of inappropriate path. I want to repeal her bloody self from indignation, aversion received from peircing tounges of men, and those bad conscience shrouded inside her for not protecting people whom she loved most. I want her bleed less as she needs more healing like every woman helplessly purred at the corner just to let compassionate hands carress from behind the back. I want to offer a touch to mend her shattered self. She has conceived her flaws, I know, and admit it to herself that stupidity knocked her down many times, so I personally respect her despite of being frailty.

I admire Jean Rhys for making this novel more realistic. Words were genuinely crafted which I greedily captured its scene, though personally I observed POVs were tedious, yet its bold revelation from the characters involved will maintain your composure to read it. I was impressed by its simplicity and being one of a kind story to ponder in times of trouble. It's simply a book of resignation when you feel life was empty. You were submissive in return to whatever falls in line because you're bored and have totally lost energy to argue with destiny. Impulsive is common mistake indeed, still liquors helps subdued one's soul to partially omit the pain. I liked it.

Searching now for wide sargasso sea.