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Jun. 11th, 2004 06:18 pmI am still reading Byatt's The Game. It's an interesting experience. While I'm reading it, I find myself quite engrossed, but once I put the book down, I don't feel much motivation to pick it back up again. The result of this is that I will read it for hours at a time, and then not at all for several days. Makes for a rather disjointed experience, which is why I haven't had much in the way of coherent thoughts to post here.
One interesting thing that I've been thinking about recently is that in both of the books by Byatt that I have read (Possession and The Game), there have been main characters who are writers. She is very obviously concerned with the relationship between writers' lives and their art; in Possession this concern manifested itself in the poetry she wrote to accompany the narrative, as well as in the way that her contemporary characters used her Victorian characters' writing for clues about their affair, and in The Game this concern is even more blatant in Julia Corbett and her domestic novels and the feelings of her husband and daughter about those novels. Very interesting. I find it interesting whenever an author writes about a character who is also a writer. Byatt so clearly both identifies with and scorns Julia Corbett... She seems to mock her for writing small, domestic novels, and also mocks her ambition to write something more significant. It's fascinating. And it makes me think about my own writing... But that may be another post for another day.
One interesting thing that I've been thinking about recently is that in both of the books by Byatt that I have read (Possession and The Game), there have been main characters who are writers. She is very obviously concerned with the relationship between writers' lives and their art; in Possession this concern manifested itself in the poetry she wrote to accompany the narrative, as well as in the way that her contemporary characters used her Victorian characters' writing for clues about their affair, and in The Game this concern is even more blatant in Julia Corbett and her domestic novels and the feelings of her husband and daughter about those novels. Very interesting. I find it interesting whenever an author writes about a character who is also a writer. Byatt so clearly both identifies with and scorns Julia Corbett... She seems to mock her for writing small, domestic novels, and also mocks her ambition to write something more significant. It's fascinating. And it makes me think about my own writing... But that may be another post for another day.
