William Shakespeare’s infamous sonnet 73, is a heart wrenching expression of a man past his prime, gingerly enquiring if he will be loved as ardently as he was during his youth. Shakespeare, being notorious for the delicate manner by which he weaves metaphor into his poetry has done the same with sonnet 73, making it a pleasant and tangible work for one to read several centuries subsequent to its publication.
The vulnerability being expressed by the narrator is suggestive of his humble nature and causes me to internally swoon at his adorable hesitancy and uncertainty about whether he is still deserving of the love he receives. These lines written by Shakespeare during an era when men felt entitled to respect and adoration, regardless of their age or senility, reassure us that the world didn’t solely consist of heartless monsters when it came to the privileged sex. It would largely benefit us today as well, if more such perceptive male individuals existed. …
Memoirs of a Geisha, by Arthur Golden: A Literary and Cultural Gem
“She paints her face to hide her face. Her eyes are deep water. It is not for geisha to want. It is not for geisha to feel. Geisha is an art of the floating world.”
i) The Japanese word for artist or artisan.
ii) A female artisan who entertained men with her musical or dancing skills in parties, social gatherings, etcetera.
A book unlike any other I have ever read, Memoirs of a Geisha is a rare amalgamation of biographical drama, historical fiction, and romance. Following the fictional memoirs of Sayuri, an exploited and uprooted apprentice, the story progresses steadily from her innocent girlhood to adulthood, shadowed by the Second World War and the loss it brought along with it. …
“The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter - often an unconscious but still a faithful interpreter - in the eye.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
An exceptional tale, petrifyingly ahead of its times, pursues the mournful albeit meaningful life of a young girl in nineteenth century Britain —Jane Eyre.
Orphaned and vilified, Jane has little to cushion her harsh formative years. Banished to an institution with a draconian headmaster and scrupulous regime, she perseveres to the best of her abilities whilst being subject to agonizing atrocities and neglect, until, years later, she crosses the threshold of Thornfield Hall.
Encompassed within a dark cloud of enigma, Thornfield Hall carries mystical secrets of its own. From the apprehensive staff to the ominous adornment on its walls, it has an inordinately sinister aura. The story progresses steadily from Jane’s cruelty ridden girlhood, to her gradual, stumbling ascent into womanhood which is characterised by her sensual infatuation with the older, matured Rochestor. …