The Armchair BEA topic for today: CLASSICS
The word classics will always be problematic methinks. It's just not warm and friendly. It's stuffy. Distant. Cold, even.
It can make the works it refers to seem distant and cold. Too intellectual. Over our heads. And that's sooooo wrong. It just means too many miss out on some brilliant, witty and entertainingly touching writing.
Do you remember when we used the word classic in every day chat to describe something cool? Something more than acceptable? Something really, really good. Like Hugh Grant in Notting Hill?
I wrote about "Classics" fairly early on in my life as a blogger. And my initial musings have become convictions. A Classic is what rocks your world. Moves you and stays with you. Shapes who you are and what you become. Whatever that may be.
My favourites, off the top of my head, are: Edith Wharton (The House of Mirth, The Old Maid); Marilyn French (The Women's Room, In the Name of Friendship); Ivan Turgenev (Fathers & Sons, First Love); Elizabeth Gaskell (Wives & Daughters, Cranford); Jane Austen (Emma). I could go on. But I won't...