Title: The Countess
Author: Rebecca Johns
Genre: Historical Fiction
Publisher: Crown
Published: 2010
Pages: 304
Rating: 3 out of 10
This is the fictional story of Erzsebet, or Elizabeth, Bathory, a notorious countess
who is sometimes referred to as history's first female serial killer.
Erzsebet is placed into an arranged marriage at a young age, to a
husband who remains aloof and cold with her. Determined to be a proper
lady of her new household with or without her husband's affection,
Erzsebet installs rules and doles out strict, but for the most part
fair, punishments on her servants. Eventually, her iron hand in the
manor comes to the attention of her husband, who praises her for her
strength and begins to fall in love with the stony woman his wife is
becoming. After her husband's death, Erzsebet continues to rule her
servants - particularly young female maids - with power and authority,
growing more and more heavy handed as time goes by.
This story was interesting, though it was under developed in every aspect.
Erzsebet
is, of course, a fascinating historical character, but did that
translate into this novel? The answer is, sadly, no. Our main character
remains mostly unknown to us. When I first read about her vicious
cruelty toward her maids, I found myself wondering what her motives
were. Was she bitter toward other females for their beauty, or for their
hold over her deceased husband? Was she simply a sadistic, twisted
woman? Or was she just trying to be strict, but got carried away?
This
last option is the one that Erzsebet stubbornly proclaims to be true
though-out the story. I got the feeling that this was not quite correct,
but the author does not contradict or confirm his villain / heroine's
opinion of herself.
The author could have made this into a way to
better the story - a character telling the reader she is something, when
the reader can see otherwise, but is still not quite certain... If done
well, this is a plot device that I always love.
Not so here, however. Erzsebet remained faceless and lifeless all the way.
*Mild spoilers*
Up
until quite close to the end, I thought that the book was going to
close in favor of the possibility that Erzsebet Bathory was innocent. It
never seemed that she actually did anything demented and sadistic, as I
was expecting.
However, when we begin to see tiny glimpses of her tortures, I was surprised (and not in a good way), and then frustrated.
Couldn't
the author have told us? Perhaps if she had tricked the reader into
thinking Erzsebet was innocent, and then stunned us with the shocking
knowledge that actually she isn't, it would have been a good plot
tactic.
But everything was so watered down, I was saying to myself "Oh, wait, so she did kill those girls? Oh. Ho hum, alright."
Perhaps
Johns just didn't have the heart to write a bloody, violent book. Or
perhaps she really thought that weakening such shocking events into a
few "close-my-eyes-and-get-it-over-with" paragraphs was the best way to
go about things.
What disappointed me the very most about The
Countess was how utterly un-interesting it was. I couldn't bring myself
to care about any of what was going on. Another reviewer said something along the lines of "for such an interesting story, my
does the author make it boring!" And I think that that is the best way
to put it.
This book had potential, but none of it was lived up to.
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Review: Prague by Arthur Phillips
Title: Prague
Author: Arthur Phillips
Genre: Literary
Publisher: Random House
Published: 2003
Pages: 400
Rating: 5 out of 10
This complex novel gives insight into the lives of five young Americans living in Budapest in the 1990's. I decided to read it due to a recent interest I have found with Americans living in Paris during that Golden Age of the 1920's. I had also heard Phillips compared to Kundera, one of my top three favorite authors.
Prague is intricate, with a great many things going on, contrasting and interesting characters, and a wide span and understanding of human nature in general. I appreciated its complexity, and I can certainly see how people could compare this work to Kundera's novels.
In a typically Kundera-esque chapter, the author veers off randomly from the story as a character walks by an old house. Here, the author leaves the character to continue walking by without us, and switches to the story of the house - detailing its inhabitants and their lives from the 1800's. Eventually, it vaguely tied back into the story, but it was a stretch. Kundera can do these things effortlessly, beautifully, but here, it felt forced and detached.
The writing was deep and philosophical, but not powerful enough to ever inspire any strong emotions toward any characters or events in this book.
Also, the setting of Budapest never really came across to the reader. The city was not absolutely essential to the story, as I felt it should have been.
I would be open to reading more of Arthur Phillips' work, as I can see that he is a talented, intellectual writer, but this one just never pulled me in.
Author: Arthur Phillips
Genre: Literary
Publisher: Random House
Published: 2003
Pages: 400
Rating: 5 out of 10
This complex novel gives insight into the lives of five young Americans living in Budapest in the 1990's. I decided to read it due to a recent interest I have found with Americans living in Paris during that Golden Age of the 1920's. I had also heard Phillips compared to Kundera, one of my top three favorite authors.
Prague is intricate, with a great many things going on, contrasting and interesting characters, and a wide span and understanding of human nature in general. I appreciated its complexity, and I can certainly see how people could compare this work to Kundera's novels.
In a typically Kundera-esque chapter, the author veers off randomly from the story as a character walks by an old house. Here, the author leaves the character to continue walking by without us, and switches to the story of the house - detailing its inhabitants and their lives from the 1800's. Eventually, it vaguely tied back into the story, but it was a stretch. Kundera can do these things effortlessly, beautifully, but here, it felt forced and detached.
The writing was deep and philosophical, but not powerful enough to ever inspire any strong emotions toward any characters or events in this book.
Also, the setting of Budapest never really came across to the reader. The city was not absolutely essential to the story, as I felt it should have been.
I would be open to reading more of Arthur Phillips' work, as I can see that he is a talented, intellectual writer, but this one just never pulled me in.
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