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Originally Posted by CRussel
A bit of background on my history with Anne. First, growing up as a boy in the mid-20th century, in the U.S., I didn't read "girl stuff", and I clearly equated Anne of Green Gables as quintessentially girl stuff. Not of interest, and if I ever read it, I have no memory of it. This in spite of the fact that I read a LOT of books as a kid, including Little Women and all the follow-ons.
So when, as a older adult I moved to Canada, I tried to read Anne just after we got here, figuring it was something I should know more about. Didn't work, and I abandoned it very early on.
When we chose Anne for the club, I was of two minds. I still felt that I needed to read it, but I had a (fairly) recent memory of trying, and failing. However, I voted for it because I figured the club would push me to actually finish it. And not only did I finish it, but I completely enjoyed it. And I begin to understand the role it plays in the Canadian consciousness. (And not inconsequentially, why I failed that first time.)
Canadians have a self-image as polite, positive, and supportive of those who need support. We pride ourselves on pulling together to help those who've had a rough break, and we are especially proud of our role over the years as keystones in the UN Peacekeeping forces around the world. I would argue that a great deal of that self-image is inextricably entwined with Anne. She's hard working, a bit of a dreamer, and always sees the best in people.
I could go on, but I'd prefer to avoid too many TL,DRs.  |
I’m glad you liked it! Welcome to the country
. Seriously, I do agree with this. It’s part of the Canadian identity - even M Atwood couldn’t completely destroy it in her review.
In terms of reading old favourites, my views have changed overtime. When I was young, I loved reading! And I was probably naive and took things on faith as well.
Later, in English Lit in college we were taught to scrutinize every author and book. I learned structural analysis though my studies in sociology & social work. Semiotics were in vogue, so nothing escaped. Throw in a feminist and political lens, and it didn’t add up to a very happy reading life.
As an old gal, I still have the ability to deconstruct every book and author I encounter. But for whose benefit? I know I don’t read vicious bigoted trash, so I don’t feel I need to be as vigilant as I was in my middle years. I read for pleasure again. I can still see the flaws and influences and blindspots, if I want to. But I try not to let them overtake my enjoyment of the book.