I had to take some english exams at nightschool this week and passed them with an A+ (we call it "sehr gut").
Unfortunatly to take the exam, I had to read a novel by Walter Scott: "Waverley"
Walter Scott was a clerc posh boy, who spread political messages disguised as poetry and literature. As such his novels are romantisized, very long, filled with peoples winning by doing the right "virtous" things in a 18th century Scottish conservative society, and failing by doing what is "unvirtous" in a conservative society.
With that in mind, it becomes clear what the novel is all about:
Predictable characters, doing predictable things, in a predictable way in romantisized predictable alternative version of Scottish society.
Reading this crap was like taking the train from Vienna to Budapest.
The landscape never changes.
The weather never changes.
And when you arrive, Budapest looks just like Vienna.
Only much more ugly.
And you realise what a waste of time this journey was.
Unfortunatly to take the exam, I had to read a novel by Walter Scott: "Waverley"
Walter Scott was a clerc posh boy, who spread political messages disguised as poetry and literature. As such his novels are romantisized, very long, filled with peoples winning by doing the right "virtous" things in a 18th century Scottish conservative society, and failing by doing what is "unvirtous" in a conservative society.
With that in mind, it becomes clear what the novel is all about:
Predictable characters, doing predictable things, in a predictable way in romantisized predictable alternative version of Scottish society.
Reading this crap was like taking the train from Vienna to Budapest.
The landscape never changes.
The weather never changes.
And when you arrive, Budapest looks just like Vienna.
Only much more ugly.
And you realise what a waste of time this journey was.
