If you have trouble maneuvering your ship into port at Marseilles, steer yourself over to the master post.
Me before this read-along vs. me after this read-along:
Well, mes amis, a wise man once said that all human wisdom is contained in these two words: “wait and hope”. Or, more precisely, “attendre et espérer”.
So let’s wait and hope that the next Reading in Bed read-along goes better, n’est-ce pas?
Turns out that Rick was right – this book is too plot driven and there’s just not much to say about it. It’s got the sweep of books we’ve previously read-along here at Reading in Bed, but all the locations, political regimes, social classes, and M. Dantes’ many disguises were only mesmerizing at a surface level. The Count of Monte Cristo didn’t leave me with much to think about, like War and Peace; nor did it give me a vivid portrait of the French Revolution, like A Tale of Two Cities. The social satire was not as biting as in Cecilia, and sadly, even when it comes to vengeance, Edmond’s got nothing on Captain Ahab (also, this book has a distinct lack of dick jokes).
Let’s also take a moment to… appreciate how, towards the end of the tale, Dumas describes 39-year-old Mercédès as wrinkled, gray, with eyes rimmed in purple that “no longer dazzle by their brilliancy,” while The Count rides off into the sunset with a women he purchased at the age of 11, kept as a slave, and who is often described as loving him like a father.
Well, we’ll always have Franz fucking those statues. That had *better* be in the movie… which I do intend to watch! I deserve to oogle 19-year-old Henry Cavill in period costume, damn it (it’s okay because I was 22 when the movie came out in 2002… look, if Edmond can be a dirtbag, so can I.)
I’m also pleased to announce that new reader-along Liz, who was almost certainly persuaded to join by read-along veteran Emma, has won the giveaway! Her Litographs t-shirt is on it’s way across the Atlantic. Thanks Liz, for your dedication to extreme recapping – you should have been hosting this thing!
And thanks to all of you, even my brother-in-law Tony, who’s still on chapter 8, and even Lia, who bought the book, didn’t read it, and watched The Full Monty instead. Let’s hear your final thoughts – are you waiting and hoping? Still out for revenge? Lusting after any of the circa 2002 actors?