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We finally come to a close in this re-read. The final chapter provides a perfect conclusion to the overall plot shape. After the very intense conflicts and resolutions in the previous chapter, we have a chance to breathe and relax and enjoy the continuing “magical” delights of Sara’s return to “princess” status. But the structure of the moral accounts includes one more balance item.

The return of Sara’s fortune, her return to a luxurious lifestyle, and the restoration of a benevolent father-figure can be seen as zeroing out all the trials and traumas she’s been through. But for her to continue to “deserve” her good fortune, under this model, she should continue to put good deeds out into the world (alternately: she should continue to have misfortunes, but that would be a different story). And Sara is no longer simply being an inherently kind and thoughtful person. She’s had experience of how sharply an undeserved misfortune can affect someone’s life, and how much it can mean to reach out and actively help people, even at a cost to one’s self. That cost no longer need be personal hardship. But Sara thinks back to the “dreadful day” and how much it meant to the beggar girl to have a sack full of hot buns literally dropped in her lap.

So Sara conceives of an ongoing charitable endeavor to help hungry children in a very direct way—a way that would have meant a great deal to her at the time (though it’s an open question whether she would have felt comfortable accepting it). She wants to arrange for the bakery owner to feed any hungry children that hang around her shop at Sara’s expense.

I confess that one of my first thoughts is for unintended consequences. Occasionally handing out bread to hungry children is an admirable thing, but what happens when word gets out that if you’re hungry you should go to this specific bakery for free bread? How will the regular customers (who may have rather unenlightened views on ragged children) react to the new clientele? Would the arrangement eventually result in the bakery shifting from being an independent self-supporting business to being a fully-subsidized bread line? How would its proprietor feel about that? Would she find the same satisfaction if she moved from independent businesswoman to being Sara's de facto employee? (I'm a writer. I can't help spinning off possible plot-threads and consequences.) But these questions are in that awkwardly practical realm that the story side-steps, as well as lying in a hypothetical future that it doesn't cover.

Sara—escorted by Mr. Carrisford—presents her proposed arrangement to the bakery owner, who recognizes her from their last encounter and rejoices in Sara’s good fortune. She mentions that she was aware of Sara giving away her buns to the beggar and how it inspired her to do her own bit of charity as she was able since then. But the frosting on the cake is the proof of how good deeds inspire continued good deeds and personal transformations. The bakery owner reveals that her conversation with the beggar girl led to sporadic exchanges of chores for food and eventually to regular employment. The girl, now christened Anne, has become a productive, upstanding member of the workforce thanks to the hand up. (As there has been no mention of the bakery owner having immediate family involved in the business, I’m free to visualize Anne eventually becoming almost an adopted daughter and taking over the business. Once more my writer-brain is spinning future scenarios out of control.)

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In conclusion, what is my overall take on the book? Have I achieved my purpose in this re-read? My goal, as I attempted to describe it from the beginning, was to explain why I find this story a soothing comfort-read, despite the rather dated moral lessons, the regular cringe-inducing stereotyping along a wide variety of axes, and occasional gaping plot holes. It isn’t that I actually believe in the truth of “moral accounting”. Worthy people living virtuous lives get shat on by fate all the time and arrant villains achieve fame and fortune. (*cough* Trump *cough*) The value I see in such old-fashioned (to use one of Burnett’s favorite descriptors) moral structures is not in a belief that they reflect reality, but in the recognition that—like Sara’s example to those around her—they can inspire us to be our better selves. Just as Sara never really believes she is a princess, and just as her image of what it means to be a princess is a collection of unrealistic ideals that have little to do with the historic individuals she spins tales about, Sara's fictional example is a model--an unworldly idea--whose purpose is not to reflect reality but to create it. She inspires us to act as if our virtuous actions will be rewarded by fate, even when we know there’s no cause and effect.

Because the one part of Sara’s moral arc that is true, is that one person’s example can inspire (or shame) others to behave similarly. And seeing Sara as a flawed, struggling, three-dimensional human being (which isn’t necessarily typical for moralistic literature) who still holds to kind, virtuous, generous action, even when she has no expectation of it bringing her a return, is a timeless inspiration to my mind. One that overcomes the limitations of her creator’s vision and understanding.

Do you have a book that stuck with you over long years because it hit a similar chord with you? One that speaks to some essential inner truth that transcends simple entertainment?

Date: 2016-11-02 04:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] katerit.livejournal.com
This is one of my favorite comfort reads as well, probably for many of the same reasons. I too picture Anne as becoming somewhat of an adopted daughter.

My favorite book of all time, aside from Lord of the Rings, is A Necklace of Fallen Stars. It is a fantasy book following a young princess running away from her arranged marriage to a creepy wizard. She's always been independent and a storyteller and her father chooses the marriage as a way to tame her. She tells stories throughout the book and I love many of those stories, so it is a good combination.

I have a number of comfort reads, including the Alcott books and the Cherry Ames series.

Date: 2016-11-02 05:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] madbaker.livejournal.com
Maybe the Prydain books when I was younger? That a happy ending can involve loss, and hard choices, and be happier because of it.
They're still favorites, but I re-read them so many times that I had the page spacing memorized in a number of places.

Date: 2016-11-03 12:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hudebnik.livejournal.com
Yes, I've been thinking for a year or so of doing a re-read-for-LJ of the Chronicles of Prydain, along the lines of what [livejournal.com profile] hrj has been doing here.

On first reading, I enjoyed all five of the books, least of all the last one (The High King, the Newberry winner), but the one that really spoke to me was book 4, Taran Wanderer. In which the protagonist sets out to find his birth parents. Along the way, he helps a local lord mediate a dispute between two of his villeins, apprentices to a potter for long enough to make a not-great-but-adequate pot, apprentices to a weaver for long enough to make a not-great-but-adequate blanket, apprentices to a smith for long enough to make a not-great-but-adequate sword, works as a shepherd for a while, etc. At the end, he still doesn't really know much about his birth parents, but he has a much better idea who he is -- and he has a pot, a blanket, and a sword that aren't great but they're his because he made them with his own hands.

When I grew up, I took a pottery class and made some pots. They're not great, but they're mine because I made them with my own hands. I've done some tablet-weaving; the results aren't great, but they're mine because I made them with my own hands. I've never made a sword, but I took a blacksmithing class and made some chest hinges (much more useful); they're ugly, but they're mine because I made them with my own hands.

Date: 2016-11-03 02:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] madbaker.livejournal.com
Taran Wanderer was always my favorite too. Maybe because it was the most realistic to a young boy: there's very little magic, no larger-than-life villain... just a journey of self-discovery and lots of wonderful side characters like the "lucky" family and all the artisans.

Date: 2016-11-02 05:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fighter-chick.livejournal.com
One of my enduring favorites is Jitterbug Perfume by Tom Robbins. I first read it as a teenager suffering from clinical depression (undiagnosed and untreated at that time), and it rocked my world with its entwined storylines and the relentless conscious choices of joy by all the central characters.

At this point it's a bit dated and the writing seems more overwrought to me, but its central themes still speak to me at a deep level.

Sideline: This book was given to me to read by my lifelong (at that point) gymnastics coach, who was a touchstone for me at a time when I was struggling hard with my emotional well-being.

Date: 2016-11-03 01:17 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] chomiji
The Great and Terrible Quest by Margaret Lovett was one of my comfort *and* inspiration reads for a long time. The little boy Trad, who has been raised by his nasty grandfather since the parents he barely remembers died, finds and rescues an injured old man. The man is more than he seems at first, and he and the boy set out on a journey to the capital through a fairly realistic medieval countryside where the poor are preyed upon by the well-to-do and the church as much as by criminals like the suavely wicked Diamond, who appears several times during the story. And it turns out that Trad is not what he seems either.

The book turns around several classic tropes. Trad has no problem being disguised as a girl, for example (although he is not thrilled when he is offered a doll at one point). The mountebank musician Marlo is also not the stereotype he appears to be at first, even though he is not in any sort of disguise. And the story ends completely right at its climax, with no followup at all, and yet I've always loved the ending.

There's a discussion of this book and its publishing history here.. 'ware spoilers, though.
Edited Date: 2016-11-03 01:17 am (UTC)

Date: 2016-11-03 12:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hudebnik.livejournal.com
I remember reading The Great and Terrible Quest and finding it utterly impenetrable. Maybe I was just at the wrong point in my life. I should give it another try.

Date: 2016-11-03 05:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fadethecat.livejournal.com
The Westing Game was my companion book on a summer road trip, and I read through it a dozen times. Turtle, of course, was my favorite: the one who solved the puzzle, overlooked and unappreciated by her own parents, clever and quiet about her own cleverness because she knew how it would go.

I've forgotten a lot of the other names, but I loved so many of those characters. They were all dealing with damage, but they were damaged in ways I could understand, even as a child. The woman from China who'd been moved to a foreign country for her husband, and couldn't speak with anyone else because of language issues, who just wanted to go home. The black judge who'd been given her education by a white man her mother had worked as housecleaner for, and who still felt uneasy about that charity, and expressed that uneasiness by giving charity to a poor white man in turn. The pretty, favored daughter of well-off parents, engaged to a nice doctor, who wanted anything but that engagement. The kid with cerebral palsy who was frustrated with how awkward the people around him got whenever he struggled to communicate something. The cheery fat woman who was always pretending to be someone she wasn't, because she desperately needed the attention and affection that came from being someone other than herself.

I imagine a lot of it is problematic now, if I go back and read it. I don't know. It had a big complicated cast, painted in broad strokes, and I loved more of them on every reread, including characters I'd disdained the first time through. They were all trying their best to be someone deserving of love and respect, however they expressed it.

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