LET'S DO THIS. PART ONE.
1. So apparently the "moonstone" is not in fact a moonstone but a yellow diamond?
2. Once again we have the "various narratives" thing along with the "laborious explanation of the various narratives" thing.
I beg it to be understood that what I write here about my cousin (unless some necessity should arise for making it public) is for the information of the family only.How titillating must this have been for a society that was so precise about who was allowed to know and communicate what types of information to and about whom.
Powerless to recover their lost treasure by open force, the three guardian priests followed and watched it in disguise. The generations succeeded each other; the warrior who had committed the sacrilege perished miserably; the Moonstone passed (carrying its curse with it) from one lawless Mohammedan hand to another; and still, through all chances and changes, the successors of the three guardian priests kept their watch, waiting the day when the will of Vishnu the Preserver should restore to them their sacred gem.Wait, you mean like
4. This bit kinda made me happy:
He brought the invaluable faculty, called common sense, to bear on the Colonel's letter. The whole thing, he declared, was simply absurd. Somewhere in his Indian wanderings, the Colonel had picked up with some wretched crystal which he took for a diamond. As for the danger of his being murdered, and the precautions devised to preserve his life and his piece of crystal, this was the nineteenth century, and any man in his senses had only to apply to the police.Delicious.
5. We find out that the Moonstone is "as large, or nearly, as a plover's egg!" Setting aside the fact that "a plover's egg" is not a particularly helpful unit of measurement, Wilkie, this was disappointing to me because I had been picturing it as the size of a bar of soap. Yeah, I know that's not very realistic, but I was also picturing it as a moonstone rather than a yellow diamond. So... basically a shiny opalescent soap-like rock.
|Here is an equally unhelpful visual aid. "Oh, so it's less than half the size of a swan egg!"|
6. Wilkie, Wilkie, Wilkie. Where other authors describe women as "plain" or whatever, Wilkie's just all Daaaayyymn, that girl was ugg-lee!
"It isn't very likely, with her personal appearance, that she has got a lover."
The ugly women have a bad time of it in this world; let's hope it will be made up to them in another.Rosanna doesn't seem likely to be quite as awesome as Marian, though. In fact, I don't see a lot of especially strong women so far in this book at all; although we keep being told that Lady V is so awesome, and Penelope isn't too shabby.
7. "Sergeant Cuff"? There is one thing Dickens does better, and Collins needs to stop trying to compete.
8. What happened to us in the 20th century that we lost so much type-setting awesomeness?
"Can you guess yet," inquired Mr Franklin, "who has stolen the Diamond?"C'mon, that's fantastic.
"NOBODY HAS STOLEN THE DIAMOND," answered Sergeant Cuff.
(NOTA BENE - I translate Mrs Yolland out of the Yorkshire language into the English language.)Amen/thank you.
The biggest question mark floating over my head right now is whether the diamond will actually turn out to have a curse on it, or whether Wilkie will debunk all the supernatural stuff. My inclination is toward the latter but I'm looking forward to seeing how he does it. After the Woman in White read-along, I think we all know the depths of insanity to which this author is willing to go (goodie goodie).
I also can't wait to get on to another narrator. I have a vague memory that Walter Hartright did go on this long at first but still, the fun really begins when we get a new viewpoint SO...