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? Continue reading
Welcome, readers-along! As we start reading on this fine (Canadian) long weekend, let’s ponder what should be a very simple question: who wrote The Count of Monte Cristo?
Here’s the evolution of my answer:
Had you asked me a year ago, I would have said: Alexandre Dumas, dead white dude.
Had you asked me six months ago, I would have said: Alexandre Dumas, dead, but not white, dude. I found Alex on this list of classics by authors of colour, which lead me to choose it for my read along this year.*
Had you asked me a month ago, I would have said: Alexandre Dumas, père, and probably have tried to make a “Big Poppa” joke. I learned that Alexandre Dumas has a son of the same name, also a writer. He’s known as fils. The père designation stuck, though I think there should be some sort of statute of limitations on that, because who’s reading fils theses days?
Ask me now? I have no idea! Continue reading
I would have posted this much sooner, but I was struggling to find a good name for my momentous fifth summer read-along, in which we will tackle Alexandre Dumas’ The Count of Monte Cristo.
Count Along? Count Me In? No. Sometimes you must wait for the muse to show up.
The title is relevant too, because there are abridged versions out there. Do not be fooled. We are going FULL MONTE, people.