I kept saying "where are we going?" "where are we going?" certain there was somewhere to go. But we went straight home, as if there was no escape, as if the play we'd begun could not end. Since then, I've often thought we could have taken our own advice, driven to the Twin Cities and found jobs as waitresses, measured out our days together in a garden apartment, the girls in one bedroom, Rose and I in the other, anonymous, ducking forever a destiny that we never asked for, that was our father's gift to us.
I read this book just before i read Lear. almost side by side really...it ensured my instant and absolute love for both this book and Lear. now they're both two of my favourite tragedies.
this is a contemporary Lear....from the eyes of Ginny (Goneril) and shows the other side of the story. the one in which Lear was not a victim "more sinned against" and has plenty of his own vices....surely he got what he deserved.
this book made me cry in so many places....I've quoted it so many times in my literature papers. even based the majority of final on an analysis between this and Lear.
read it...it makes you asks so many questions on ideas we simply take for granted in Lear. Not saying that its not a completely brilliant novel in itself but its certainly intriguing if compared to Lear.
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