Saturday was the first day of the MA. The start of my Library Quest.
I'm a couple of books ahead of the reading, of the core texts that is, though reading comments on the Forum makes me feel woefully behind already. I've only recently decided on the History and Context specialism for the rest of my set-texts.
I'm rereading the first core text, Joseph Conrad's Heart of Darkness. I read it initially in snatches in the early hours of the morning, so I don't really remember all that much about it. And on my Kindle, which is rarely conducive to remembering, I find. But I have the print edition now, the Norton Critical with all the essays at the end, and I'm reading with a pen in hand for the thoughts which strike me as I float on the Thames listening to Marlow. I've become a scribbler-in-books sort of person. It's very cathartic to give vent to thoughts in such a manner.
I find it a curious sort of narrative form, to have a first-person narrator narrate someone else's first-person tale, especially verbatim like this. Or perhaps it's a change in fashions, with modern first-person stories being more concerned with the narrator's story and inner voice, the narrator's reflections on what's happening. And using present tense.
But even then, the few first-persons I've read tend to have at least some focus on the original narrator, even if s/he isn't the "main" character of the story. The only other such story I can think of which largely ignores the original narrator in this manner is Nevile Shute's Pied Piper, but the second person's story isn't reported verbatim by the original narrator. He summarises and retells, with the occasional interpolation from the "present" – the story's being told during an air-raid.
But I will admit to putting books down again pretty quickly if I see them written in first-person. Especially if I see they're the inner monologue variety, recording every last thought and feeling. Or talking about Inner Goddesses. So tedious. Mind you, Heart of Darknessis largely the spoken monologue of Marlow, and that isn't much better.
It is, though, interesting, in reading the context of Heart of Darkness, to read of Conrad's experience in the Congo, and the Congo's experience of Belgian colonial power. Since I seem to be heading down the History and Context route for the rest of my studies, it seems only fair to start here.
Not for the faint-hearted.
I'm more aware of ghastliness of British colonialism – the British Empire covered a quarter of the globe at one point and spent several centuries establishing itself, so there's lots of time and room for atrocities. Belgium, and King Leopold II, seem to have more than made up for the relative smallness of the Belgian colonies. And for having only really started in the latter part of the nineteenth century.
And now I've found a few other memoirs of adventures in Africa from European explorers or missionaries from the same period to read, although a bit earlier than when Conrad was in the Congo. As well as Miss Tully's Letters from Tripoli, from the late eighteenth century.
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