It's hard to know what to say about a book that's been so widely read but so completely off my radar at the same time. I'm almost too embarrased to make any observations at all. Do other people understand why Scout and Jem call their father by his first name? Is this horribly distracting to other people, or does it have a higher literary purpose? Am I the only one who thinks the title is too obtuse?
I'm not sure why I was never exposed to this in high school. I have a feeling that my class read The Grapes of Wrath while the general sections tackled this one. I'm not even sure what inspired me to put it on my list this year, other than it's considered a classic and I couldn't have told you the first thing about it.
I had no idea where the book was going, which made the journey that much better. I learned from the back cover that it was supposed to be about race relations in the South during the great depression, and a great court case (though I think I remember enough Gregory Peck clips to remember that bit all on my own), but for the first half I couldn't imagine how we were going to get there from here. It seemed like a nice, gentle, southern yarn but nothing particularly remarkable. When things diverge sharply in the second half, and all that seemingly-wasted time spent setting the tone at the beginning is completely necessary to understanding what happens next.
It's such a compact, tight novel. The storytelling economy is one of the most impressive features. I'm amazed she says so much with so few words.
It's interesting to note that my two favorite books this year (the other being The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time) have both featured narrators that report events without actually understanding them. This seems like something that would be really hard to do as an author, but in both cases the device works and is really powerful.
I love Scout so much. She reminds me so much of my mother - or rather, of stories of my mother at her age. Opinionated, brash, un-ladylike, prone to temper. What's not to like? I'm distracted by the Demi Moore / Bruce Willis connection, but am amused by how it suddenly seems to me to be the best name ever for a little girl.
Like with Jane Eyre last year, I want now to go out and read some of the presumably-excellent scholarship about this book, and about Harper Lee and why she never wrote anything else (not to mention her relationship with Truman Capote). I am fascinated by all of it.
 Labels: 2007, 4.5, classics, fiction |