

S'està carregant… Possession: A Romance (1990)de A.S. Byatt
![]()
» 74 més Favourite Books (57) Booker Prize (9) 501 Must-Read Books (56) Gaslamp Fantasy (2) BBC Big Read (51) Female Author (31) Historical Fiction (57) A Novel Cure (2) Top Five Books of 2013 (214) Books With a Twist (11) Five star books (51) Favorite Long Books (53) 1990s (5) 100 New Classics (8) Folio Society (119) Top Five Books of 2016 (118) Top Five Books of 2015 (232) BBC Radio 4 Bookclub (24) Books Read in 2013 (109) Carole's List (71) BBC Big Read (66) Metafiction (51) Victorian Period (8) United Kingdom (25) Elegant Prose (27) Best Books Set in London (118) Books tagged favorites (277) Geology - Poetry (2) My TBR (13) Mermen & Mermaids (51) Same Title (71) Secrets Books (61) Best Love Stories (25) Best Love Stories (58) Great Britain (54) Epistolary Books (12) Campus Novels (3) French Books (54) Adultery (26) Unread books (805) No hi ha cap discussió a Converses sobre aquesta obra. I'm reading all the Booker Prize winners. Follow me at www.methodtohermadness.com Lucky me: two awesome books in a row. I don’t often use the phrase “tour de force,” but Possession is one. Ms. Byatt has written two love stories from the points of view of two authors, several diarists, and multiple critics, and has given each his or her own unique literary voice. The story begins when poor Roland Michell, the epitome of the starving graduate student, finds two rough drafts of a letter. They are from the poet he has devoted his studies to, Randolph Ash, to a woman whose very existence is unsuspected by biographers and critics. He soon finds the intended audience was a certain Christobel LaMotte, also a writer, and sets off on a quest to discover if the correspondence ever went beyond the intriguing drafts. Roland finds the LaMotte specialist, Maud Bailey, and the chase is on. It’s a literary mystery in which the contemporary couple mirror and parallel the nineteenth-century writers -- Roland/Randolph, Maud/LaMotte -- yet with some surprising differences and twists, as well. Byatt is a master poet and storyteller. I looked forward every day to returning to this book, and savored the end. It is a careful collage of texts about reading, writing, and literary studies, but also about men, women, love -- and possession. Yes, I must confess my initial dismissal of this novel (10 years ago) has evolved quite a lot, from 2 stars to a solid 4 stars. Marvellous stuff that is far warmer than perhaps I gave it credit for in my nebbishly intellectual youth. Roland Michell seems to be at a dead end. He has a newly minted PhD, having continued research for his mentor on Randolph Ash, a Victorian poet. But it’s unlikely Roland’s mentor will offer him a job, and Roland’s marriage is failing. His wife resents having given up her own literary career to support them both. Then Roland, doing a bit of research in a rare book room, finds a book that once belonged to the great poet himself. It has undiscovered marginalia – handwritten notes in the margins - and an original letter to an unknown lover. Somehow, against all his training, Roland steals the letter and embarks on his own research. He is led to Maud Bailey, a researcher specializing in Victorian “fairy poetess” Christabel La Motte. Although La Motte’s works are fairly obscure, she is renowned in feminist literary circles for having a long-term lesbian relationship in the Victorian era. But what caused her lover to take her own life? Roland and Maud’s quest for information lead them to a derelict mansion, rocky coasts, and even a séance. And eventually, they also discover each other. All the time they know their shocking discoveries cannot remain their own and must belong to the world of research and whichever of the tangled heirs truly own the papers and the story. This novel took a while for me to warm up to and enjoy. There are two alternating time periods- the Victorian and the current mystery which at times reads almost like a detective novel. The Victorian prose and poetry were hard for me to read and keep my attention “Oh No! Here comes another chapter of Roland Ash’s poetry!” I would moan to myself. But by halfway through the book, I was caught in the story and found it very satisfying after all. Still, I can’t see myself rereading it anytime soon. Self reverential. Too much work. My new rule is give it 100 pages. I gave this more but it's supposed to be fun at this point in my life. Good writer, obtuse overly academic subject matter.
This is a romance, as the subtitle suggests, but it's a romance of ideas — darkly intricate Victorian ideas and modern academic assembly-line ideas. The Victorian ideas get the better of it. Shrewd, even cutting in its satire about how literary values become as obsessive as romantic love, in the end, “Possession” celebrates the variety of ways the books we possess come to possess us as readers. I won't be so churlish as to give away the end, but a plenitude of surprises awaits the reader of this gorgeously written novel. A. S. Byatt is a writer in mid-career whose time has certainly come, because ''Possession'' is a tour de force that opens every narrative device of English fiction to inspection without, for a moment, ceasing to delight. Pertany a aquestes col·leccions editorialsContingut aTé l'adaptacióTé una guia d'estudi per a estudiants
As a pair of young scholars researching the lives of two Victorian poets uncover their letters, journals, & poems, & trace their movements from London to Yorkshire-and from spiritualist seances to the fairy-haunted far west of Brittany-an extraordinary counterpoint of passions & ideas emerges. An exhilarating novel of wit and romance, an intellectual mystery, and a triumphant love story. This tale of a pair of young scholars researching the lives of two Victorian poets became a huge bookseller favorite, and then on to national bestellerdom. Winner of England's Booker Prize, a coast-to-coast bestseller, and the literary sensation of the year, Possession is a novel of wit and romance, at once an intellectual mystery and a triumphant love story. Revolving around a pair of young scholars researching the lives of two Victorian poets, Byatt creates a haunting counterpoint of passion and ideas. No s'han trobat descripcions de biblioteca. |
![]() Cobertes popularsValoracióMitjana:![]()
Ets tu?Fes-te Autor del LibraryThing. |
There’s a story here so that Byatt has an excuse for her unabashed attempt to be clever. A mediocre scholar, languishing in the pits of academia and personal finance discovers documents about a the life of a famous poet which lead him on a trail through literature and landscape. On the way, he teams up with a female scholar of much higher standing, by which plot device, he has access to all sorts of things he otherwise wouldn’t.
Implausible hunches turn out, in pretty much every case, to be correct and of course there are some rival academics who are far less virtuous who they have to beat to the holy grail. The ending is all tied up nicely in very few pages which is entirely predictable for a novel which is after all, not really about the plot, but an opportunity for the novelist to dabble in a wide range of literary genres while parading her impressive grasp of the breadth of English literature.
The result of constructing the foundation of a thriller and then proceeding to build a metaphysical paeon to poetry was, for me, less than satisfying. The thriller is a bit of a mess with characters who are really no more than charicatures and a denouement which is extremely contrived. The life and loves of Henry Ash, the poet that Byatt creates, would have sufficed on its own even with the long-winded and tedious poetry that litters the book. But the two parts together simply get in each other’s way.
There’ll be a lot in here that the die-hard literature fan will go for. I found it overblown. (