This is the title of an interesting book by Thomas Foster. We all (those of us who do) read books, but rarely think about them in an analytical way, unless we are doing an M.A. or Ph.D. in English literature. What we could certainly do is to read this book, if we are not into the said courses. It is an illuminating read, a la Bryson on any subject.
For instance, he traces the history of the hero or protagonist of novels over the years. From a pure, snow-white like guy full of virtues, he turned grey and sometimes it became difficult to distinguish between the villain and him, he was so dark (only in character).
The story of why books have chapters (and some rebellious ones don't), is also well told. Early books were not books, but appeared as serial columns in newspapers or magazines. The debate about naming chapters versus simply numbering them, in either Arab numerals or Roman ones, is also good.
An enjoyable read, and looking forward to finishing it. Got interrupted by some geographical movement between the capital city and my family's abode to celebrate my mom's 83rd birthday.
For instance, he traces the history of the hero or protagonist of novels over the years. From a pure, snow-white like guy full of virtues, he turned grey and sometimes it became difficult to distinguish between the villain and him, he was so dark (only in character).
The story of why books have chapters (and some rebellious ones don't), is also well told. Early books were not books, but appeared as serial columns in newspapers or magazines. The debate about naming chapters versus simply numbering them, in either Arab numerals or Roman ones, is also good.
An enjoyable read, and looking forward to finishing it. Got interrupted by some geographical movement between the capital city and my family's abode to celebrate my mom's 83rd birthday.
2 comments:
seems interesting.
Very.
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