Marry The Night

Yet another Lady Gaga hit. I'm definitely deteriorating.

I've just finished The Love of a Good Woman by Alice Munro and thought this title would somehow suit it. This is the first Munro I've read and the reason I've read it is a bit superficial. I think she was on that poster of Canadian authors we had in one of the university classrooms, too. When I hear about an author or a book what I do is check it on the Internet and see how others like it. I don't always do that, but I've had some bad experiences and feel safer this way. Typically I agree with the average rating, though I tend to overrate books. The way I picked this particular book was that I checked which titles the library had by her and chose one based on the title.
It's a collection of short and not so short stories, and in most cases they are about the choices women make, as someone very aptly wrote it in a review. In a way it reminds me of Richard Yates because the stories are full of subtle momentums. I wouldn't say it's easy to understand them. They don't follow chronological order and very often the focus shifts from one person or one event to another. When you reach the end, it is not easy to tell what the conclusion is. It's not the kind of writing where there's an obvious message or anything like that. It also reminds me of Jhumpa Lahiri though I couldn't tell why exactly.

The characters are everyday people who have to face life, you know, make decisions, cope with changes. Very often things turn out very differently from what they expected or wanted. It's a bit like peeping into other people's houses to see what's going on. Why do people get married, have children, separate, do the job they do. And it's all very intricate yet you want to read on. I love the feeling when a book seems talking to me in my present circumstances. And another thing you surely know now is that I love reading abot women's choices. You wouldn't think how rich a subject matter that is.
In the meantime I keep reading Nincs új üzenet by Kiss Judit Ágnes, for the second time. Some of the poems shock me with their very existence because I don't remember ever reading them, while I nod at others like yeah, I know that one, how much it meant to me, and it still does. I even found a common interest of the two books, namely the story of Eurydice. I know the story partly but I think I must read the ancient drama, whoever wrote it (shame for a certified lit teacher that I can't remember it and can't even find it on the Net). Or was it in Ovid? I recall one of the American modernists also wrote a poem about it, perhaps Hilda Doolittle but I don't want to look any more stupid. The more you read the more you feel you should read. Anyway, it's one of the most often elaborated stories in literature, and it seems to be a crucial topic in female literature if there's such a thing. And it seems to me that everybody is blaming Orpheus and they use this theme to portray how men always want to possess everything.