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Pamela
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bookshelves: 2011, reading-through-history, unreliable-narrators, rth-lifetime
Jan 23, 2011
bookshelves: 2011, reading-through-history, unreliable-narrators, rth-lifetime
When I read classics, it's not all about just reading them. I'm also trying to discover what's made them classics. I want to know why people like them so much. And I can usually figure something out; that's why I end up with so many five star reviews. But this? This piece of shit escapes me.
The first half is entertaining enough, as the vaguely-named Mr. B---- kidnaps a servant and tries to steal her titular virtue. There are dastardly schemes and narrow escapes. He dresses up like a woman in order to sneak into her bedroom and try to rape her. He makes a good villain, as does the vile Mrs. Jewkes, his accomplice.
Around halfway through, as plots and threats have failed to pierce Pamela's iron hymen, he changes his strategy: the carrot instead of the stick, so to speak. And Richardson has laid enough clues to make us suspect the wolf can't change his ways, so there's some suspense as we wait to see what new depths he's sunk to, and whether Pamela will escape with her virtue intact. (Not that the title leaves us much in doubt.) But then...
(view spoiler) the bigger problem is how fucking tedious it is.
Don't misunderstand me here: nothing else happens. Nothing. That's it, on and on, for hundreds of awful pages. There are parts of Atlas Shrugged that are better than the latter half of this book. It sucks so hard, man. I'm so sad that I read it.
Pamela was important in its time; its characterization and use of the epistolary was groundbreaking, and it influenced great authors like Jane Austen. But it was and is also super shitty, so you don't have to read it unless you're into the history of literature - which is different from being into good literature. If you're not an academic, you don't need this in your life.
Do not read this book.
The first half is entertaining enough, as the vaguely-named Mr. B---- kidnaps a servant and tries to steal her titular virtue. There are dastardly schemes and narrow escapes. He dresses up like a woman in order to sneak into her bedroom and try to rape her. He makes a good villain, as does the vile Mrs. Jewkes, his accomplice.
Around halfway through, as plots and threats have failed to pierce Pamela's iron hymen, he changes his strategy: the carrot instead of the stick, so to speak. And Richardson has laid enough clues to make us suspect the wolf can't change his ways, so there's some suspense as we wait to see what new depths he's sunk to, and whether Pamela will escape with her virtue intact. (Not that the title leaves us much in doubt.) But then...
(view spoiler) the bigger problem is how fucking tedious it is.
Don't misunderstand me here: nothing else happens. Nothing. That's it, on and on, for hundreds of awful pages. There are parts of Atlas Shrugged that are better than the latter half of this book. It sucks so hard, man. I'm so sad that I read it.
Pamela was important in its time; its characterization and use of the epistolary was groundbreaking, and it influenced great authors like Jane Austen. But it was and is also super shitty, so you don't have to read it unless you're into the history of literature - which is different from being into good literature. If you're not an academic, you don't need this in your life.
Do not read this book.
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January 23, 2011
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January 23, 2011
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January 25, 2011
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July 19, 2011
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January 2, 2015
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I wish there were a way I could drink so much I could retroactively black out the last day or so, so I could forget having read this terrible, terrible book.



I'm reading Haunting of Hill House right now and thought I'd come by to mention just this! Too funny!
Here's the quote:
"...at my age, an hour's reading before bedtime is essential, and I wisely brought Pamela with me. If any of you has trouble sleeping, I will read aloud to you. I never yet knew anyone who could not fall asleep with Richardson being read aloud to him."


Reading it for a class. Damn, at least "Twilight" is amusing in its horribleness.
(heh, "Atlas Shrugged" is tied with "Sandman" and "The Lord of the Rings" as my favorite book. It's not THAT difficult. Certainly not Pamela levels of dull, aside from perhaps Galt's three year speech near the end)

(Sorry to dis on one of your favorite books. To each her own, even if her own is totally lame.)









Hi, Susanna -- I have written many reviews, most of which I write to help me keep track of certain aspects of the text. Anyway, I noticed that the reviews that get ranked among the first are almost never the best; they're simply the most radical or "cutesy" or easy to understand (like Alex's). When I see which reviews get ranked first or second or third, I'm often reminded of Tocqueville and his idea of the tyranny of the majority. Oh, Well. C'est la vie. Alex--you're such a troll. Eric and Lady Wesley are right to call you out on not being a strong reviewer. but w/e I don't care


The fascinating thing about Richardson, Alex, is that he was the first to chart human psychology and interiority with an unprecedented degree of comprehensiveness--this gave novelists after him a language in which to imagine and embody the elusive vagaries and fluctuations of the human heart and mind. He is foundational in a tradition that goes straight through Austen and then to Henry James. E M Forster notes the similarities between James and Richardson in Aspects of the Novel. Austen couldn't stomach Pamela, like you, but she adored the much more insipid Sir Charles Grandison. Richardson's masterpiece is Clarissa. Pamela is just him doing some warm-up stretches. In my opinion, Clarissa is one of the greatest novels ever written--definitely up there with Anna Karenina, Middlemarch, In Search of Lost Time, Madame Bovary, Moby Dick, Dangerous Liaisons, etc. Europe was once obsessed with Richardson; he was a continental obsession. People these days find his prudish "ideology" too repulsive to stomach; but what's fascinating in Richardson is the way that ideology is at odds with subtextual currents running through the novels. (Thus, for instance, Pamela's resistance is fetishized and eroticized in a novel that purports to eschew lasciviousness of any kind.) The novel is poised grotesquely between the pornographic and the prudish--but in highly sophisticated ways, too. I could go on for a long time about Richardson--too long perhaps. I doubt I'd change your mind but when you write about him my main impression is that you're paying attention to things Richardson doesn't care about as a writer and ignoring the narrative dimensions that he's monomaniachly obsessed with; it's a recipe for "missing out" on what the book's actually "about." The more interested one is in "psychology" and the ambiguities of "motivation," the more one is likely to like Richardson. I see you like Daisy Miller (I love it, too). James's late novels--Wings, Golden Bowl, Ambassadors--subordinate plot to psychology; does this bother you in James, by chance? If it's plot you're looking for, try Defoe or Fielding--if you're looking in 18th-century Britain.



So, what I'm saying is that even in a modern context, with two very fine actors, Pamela is unbearable, I guess.
I know some people are doing a read through of Richardson's Clarissa this year online. But there's just something about pre-Austen novels I've never been able to get into. I don't know what it is, because Austen and everything that came after her in the 19th century is my spirit animal. Oh well, bless Jane.
