These paper boats of mine are meant to dance on the ripples of hours, and not reach any destination... Rabindranath Tagore

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past...F. Scott Fitzgerald - The Great Gatsby

We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print. It gave us more freedom. We lived in the gaps between the stories.
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On the way to the river are the old dormitories, used for something else now, with their fairy-tale turrets, painted white and gold and blue. When we think of the past it's the beautiful things we pick out. We want to believe it was all like that.
--from Margaret Atwood - The Handmaid's Tale

Reading is the sole means by which we slip, involuntarily, often helplessly, into another's skin, another's voice, another's soul.
- Joyce Carol Oates

Sunday, September 30, 2012

The Necklace

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The Necklace (1884) ~ Guy de Maupassant


Beauty equalises females
From a male point of view

 But an attractive woman
Scourged with the shabbiness of poverty
And longing to shine
Aches for a wardrobe
Beyond her reach

 Such a woman was Madame Loisel

 One night of giddy 
Ecstatic illusion 
Became
Ten years of squalid debt

 A debt 
Bound in
Ironic
Reverse
Illusion



GOODREADS REVIEW

The Necklace and Other Short StoriesThe Necklace and Other Short Stories by Guy de Maupassant
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

(This review focuses on The Necklace, originally published in the French newspaper Le Gaulois in 1884.)
The beauty of Madame Loisel was born to poverty. Little did she know that for one night, for one cloud of happiness, she would sink deeper into the bowels of poverty. Diamonds betrayed her; ignorance tainted her dreams and mocked her. A short story that could easily recycle into 21st century social column news.

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