I say “Fie” on the present-day novels that have the reader
wallow, descend with the author to lives of depravity, unhealthy introspection,
obscure meanings, four letter words, explicit sex, and the worst scraping of
the barrel: hopelessness. I say “Fie” because I have just been treated,
elevated, gratified, and raised to beauty by an old novel loaned to me by Judy,
my fellow author and dear friend.
This novel I hold in my hands was written by a woman whose
literary sisters and brothers might be L.M. Montgomery, Louisa May Alcott, Laura
Ingalls Wilder, Jean Webster, Harold Bell Wright, and others...please
contribute to this list! This novel, The Keeper of the Bees, might be
fairly called a sleeper in Gene Stratton-Porter’s long list of
accomplishments. Not to be found in the library, not
a free iBook, not in my own personal pile stacked high with many of her books,
dog-eared from rereading. In this book I
have found death to be beautiful, life to be treasured, honesty and care for
others to be valued, characters to emulate, wry laughter to spice my day. I’ve found the things I like best about a
book: an enthralling mystery, the captivating beauty
of nature, a belief in God that wafts in enough places to
pin everything together, and to cap it all off, the giant four letter word that
today’s novelists are afraid to touch with a ten-foot pole: Hope.
Search on with me, oh readers, who desire the best in life.
I'll add it to my list. . . I've read a few highly literary albeit terribly depressing explorations of life lately and could use a little uplift. Thanks, O.J.
ReplyDeleteYou put it so well! As you know I just read Keeper, then A Girl of the Limberlost and now your book, The Harvester. I want to live in those times in that place with those people. The best books I've read this year and they were all published before 1925! Judy
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