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The Complete Novels: Voyage in the Dark / Quartet / After Leaving Mr Mackenzie / Good Morning, Midnight / Wide Sargasso Sea
Omnibus containing Voyage in the Dark, Quartet, After Leaving Mr. Mackenzie, Good Morning, Midnight and Wide Sargasso Sea.
574 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1984
About the author
Jean Rhys
64 books1,273 followersJean Rhys, CBE (born Ella Gwendolyn Rees Williams; 24 August 1890–14 May 1979) was a British novelist who was born and grew up in the Caribbean island of Dominica. From the age of 16, she mainly resided in England, where she was sent for her education. She is best known for her novel Wide Sargasso Sea (1966), written as a prequel to Charlotte Brontë's Jane Eyre.
She moved to England at the age of 16 years in 1906 and worked unsuccessfully as a chorus girl. In the 1920s, she relocated to Europe, travelled as a Bohemian artist, and took up residence sporadically in Paris. During this period, Rhys, familiar with modern art and literature, lived near poverty and acquired the alcoholism that persisted throughout the rest of her life. Her experience of a patriarchal society and displacement during this period formed some of the most important themes in her work.
She moved to England at the age of 16 years in 1906 and worked unsuccessfully as a chorus girl. In the 1920s, she relocated to Europe, travelled as a Bohemian artist, and took up residence sporadically in Paris. During this period, Rhys, familiar with modern art and literature, lived near poverty and acquired the alcoholism that persisted throughout the rest of her life. Her experience of a patriarchal society and displacement during this period formed some of the most important themes in her work.
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March 2, 2008
Basically, I'm a huge Jean Rhys fan. But, defintely don't read them all at once, one after another, on dark winter nights when you're lonely and might already have a drinking problem.
April 2, 2015
Second time through all of these, though first time doing it in one big lump. Certainly Voyage and WSS stand out above the rest for me, though all remain essential reading. Her use of hyphens is particularly interesting to me - both as a device to indicate a break or shift in thought or as, conversely, a way to join two seemingly disparate ideas. Never showy, never anything other than herself, she deserves the place she has slowly begun to make for herself in the Canon and on university reading lists.
June 21, 2022
I read them each separately in my youth and somewhere along the line acquired this collection. Blood on the pages.
Miranda Seymour has a new biography of Rhys out now in June 2022; I Used to Live Here Once: The Haunted Life of Jean Rhys. The 2009 biography The Blue Hour: A Life of Jean Rhys by Lilian Pizzichini was also a five-star book for me.
I recently read Queenie by Candice Carty-Williams and parts of that seemed to me to be in dialogue with Jean Rhys giving an already fine book an added dimension.
Miranda Seymour has a new biography of Rhys out now in June 2022; I Used to Live Here Once: The Haunted Life of Jean Rhys. The 2009 biography The Blue Hour: A Life of Jean Rhys by Lilian Pizzichini was also a five-star book for me.
I recently read Queenie by Candice Carty-Williams and parts of that seemed to me to be in dialogue with Jean Rhys giving an already fine book an added dimension.
April 21, 2013
As a recovering expat, I wish I had read these novels instead of Henry Miller while I was abroad. Rhys' women are stronger than they realize but everywhere trapped by their circumstances. Reading each novel was like watching a wild bird beat itself bloody against the bars of a cage. Beautiful and totally tragic.
April 15, 2009
I only read Wide Sargasso Sea. Great book.
June 22, 2010
Jean Rhys is truly one of the greatest overlooked women fiction writers. Her sentences are so beautiful that they'll bring you to your knees.
September 2, 2016
Read "Good Morning Midnight" long ago, and it always lingered with me. Her other novels are just as beautiful, just as hysterical, and are sharply feminine. Being a woman is difficult. I'm not joking. If you don't think so, read Jean Rhys. Her descriptions of the things she sees are haunting and menacing, told through twinge of hangover. Many passages because it is five novels in one book.
"There was always a little grey street leading to the stage-door of the theatre and another little grey street where your lodgings were..."
"The print was very small, and the endless procession of words gave me a curious feeling -- sad, excited and frightened. It wasn't what I was reading, it was the look of the dark, blurred words going on endlessly that gave me that feeling."
"There was a glass door behind the sofa. You could see into a small, unfurnished room, and then another glass door led into the walled-in garden. The tree by the back wall was lopped so that it looked like a man with stumps instead of arms and legs. The washing hung limp, without moving, in the grey-yellow light."
"I lay there for a while, listening. The fire was like a painted fire; no warmth came from it."
"Out of the warm room that smells of fur I'll go to all the lovely places I've ever dreamt of."
"There was no sun, but there was a glare on everything like a brass band playing."
"And the sky close to the earth. Hard, blue and close to the earth."
"Take care of yourself and if you can't be good be careful. Etcetera and so on."
"One ruined room for roses, one for orchids, one for tree-ferns. And the honeysuckle all along the steep flight of steps that led down to the room where the overseer kept his books."
"She sent us a postcard from Blackpool or some such town and all she said on it was, "This is a very windy place," which doesn't tell us much about how she is getting on."
"People took the trouble to be witty in those days."
"It clanged, it was so hard."
"I don't know how people live when they know exactly what's going to happen to them each day."
"I got happier when it got darker. A moth flew into my face and I hit at it and killed it."
"The shadows of the leaves on the wall were moving quickly, like the patterns the sun makes on water."
"People say 'young' as though being young were a crime, and yet they are always scared of getting old."
"The people there were like upholstered ghosts."
"She used to say, 'I feel as if God hates me and my eyes don't fit.'"
"It's funny when you feel as if you don't want anything more in your life except to sleep, or else to lie without moving. That's when you can hear time sliding past you, like water running."
"When you start thinking about things the answer's a lemon."
"All the houses seemed to be hotels."
"It was one of those days when you can see the ghosts of all the other lovely days. You drink a bit and watch the ghosts of all the lovely days that have ever been from behind a glass."
"Two eyes open inside your head."
"Yes, you children can come and have your moonlight picnic in the garden but you mustn't throw things at Captain Cameron (Captain Cameron was her cat)"
"I dreamed that I was on a ship. From the deck you could see small islands -- dolls of islands -- and the ship was sailing in a doll's sea, transparent as glass."
"She's a decorative little person -- decorative but strangely pathetic."
"Still, there were moments when she realized that her existence, though delightful, was haphazard. It lacked, as it were, solidity; it lacked the necessary fixed background."
"Good evening," said Mrs Heidler in the voice of a well-educated young male."
"It was astonishing how significant, coherent and understandable it all became after a glass of wine on an empty stomach...One realized all sorts of things. The value of an illusion, for instance, and that the shadow can be more important than the substance. All sorts of things."
"She thought of all the corridors and staircases which had led her to this dim, musty-smelling room and felt bewildered and giddy."
"With all their little arrangements, prisons and drains and things, tucked away where nobody can see."
"You'll row your little boat along. You've got your own little charm, and so on."
"Her room on the second floor was large and high-ceilinged, but it had a sombre and one-eyed aspect because the solitary window was very much to one side."
"The picture stood for the idea, the spirit, and the sofa stood for the act." (238)
"She was at once too obvious and too obscure."
"I never used to be like this, but now I'm going dippy, I suppose."
"Your life is your life, and you must be pretty definite about it. Or if it's a story you are making up, you ought at least to have it pat."
"I wanted to go away with just the same feeling a boy has when he wants to run away to sea -- at least, that I imagine a boy has. Only, in my adventure, men were mixed up, because of course they had to be. You understand, don't you? Do you understand that a girl might have that feeling?"
"You wouldn't know a lovely thing if you saw it."
"There was something in a background, say what you like."
"She had laughed at herself in the glass and her teeth were white and sound and even. Yes, she had laughed at herself in the glass. Like an idiot."
"My dear, I wouldn't harrow you for the world. "No harrowing" is my motto."
"The atmosphere of his house enveloped him -- quiet and not without dignity, part of a world of lowered voices, and of passions, like Japanese dwarf trees, suppressed for many generations. A familiar world."
"Women go phut quite suddenly, he thought."
"I had looked at this, I had looked at that, I had looked at the people passing in the street and at a shop-window full of artificial limbs."
"And my dress extinguishes me."
"Satin skin, silk hair, velvet eyes, sawdust heart -- all complete."
"Plat du jour -- boiled eyes, served cold...
"My life, which seems so simple and monotonous, is really a complicated affair of cafes where they like me and cafes where they don't, streets that are friendly, streets that aren't, rooms where I might be happy, rooms where I never shall be, looking-glasses I look nice in, looking-glasses I don't, dresses that will be lucky, dresses that won't and so on."
"There was a monsieur," the patronne says. There was a monsieur, but the monsieur has gone."
"That is the only advantage women have over men -- at least they can cry."
"I want a long, calm book about people with large incomes -- a book like a flat green meadow and the sheep feeding in it."
"Yes, I am vexed, I am very vexed...I'll send you a box of Turkish Delight," he says, and rings off."
"Only, of course, to be accepted as authentic, to carry any conviction, it would have to be written by a man."
"Oh God, this awful sinking of the heart -- like going down in a lift."
"This is just the interval when drink makes yo look nice, before it makes you look awful."
"All that is left in the world is an enormous machine, made of white steel. It has innumerable flexible arms, made of steel. Long, thin arms. At the end of each arm is an eye, the eyelashes stiff with mascara. When I look more closely I see that only some of the arms have these eyes -- other have lights. The arms that carry the eyes and the arms that carry the lights are all extraordinarily flexible and very beautiful. But the grey sky, which is the background terrifies me...and the arms wave to an accompaniment of music and of song. Like this: 'Hotcha -- hotcha -- hotcha..." And I know the music; I can sing the song."
"There is the corner of the bedroom door and the friendly furniture."
"I knew the time of day when though it is hot and blue and there are not clouds, the sky can have a very black look."
"All this was long ago, when I was still babyish and sure that everything was alive, not only the river or the rain, but chairs, looking-glasses, cups, saucers, everything."
"Italy is white pillars and green water. Spain is hot sun on stones, France is a lady with black hair wearing a white dress because Louise was born in France fifteen years ago, and my mother, whom I must forget and prey for as though she were dead, though she is living, like to dress in white."
"Soon I will give the signal. Soon it will be tomorrow morning."
"There are blanks in my mind that cannot be filled up."
"The flames burned straight."
"I sit at my window and the worlds fly past me like birds -- with God's help I catch some."
"but for that man, money pretty like pretty self, he can't see nothing else."
"I open the door and walk into their world. It is, as I always knew, made of cardboard."
"There was always a little grey street leading to the stage-door of the theatre and another little grey street where your lodgings were..."
"The print was very small, and the endless procession of words gave me a curious feeling -- sad, excited and frightened. It wasn't what I was reading, it was the look of the dark, blurred words going on endlessly that gave me that feeling."
"There was a glass door behind the sofa. You could see into a small, unfurnished room, and then another glass door led into the walled-in garden. The tree by the back wall was lopped so that it looked like a man with stumps instead of arms and legs. The washing hung limp, without moving, in the grey-yellow light."
"I lay there for a while, listening. The fire was like a painted fire; no warmth came from it."
"Out of the warm room that smells of fur I'll go to all the lovely places I've ever dreamt of."
"There was no sun, but there was a glare on everything like a brass band playing."
"And the sky close to the earth. Hard, blue and close to the earth."
"Take care of yourself and if you can't be good be careful. Etcetera and so on."
"One ruined room for roses, one for orchids, one for tree-ferns. And the honeysuckle all along the steep flight of steps that led down to the room where the overseer kept his books."
"She sent us a postcard from Blackpool or some such town and all she said on it was, "This is a very windy place," which doesn't tell us much about how she is getting on."
"People took the trouble to be witty in those days."
"It clanged, it was so hard."
"I don't know how people live when they know exactly what's going to happen to them each day."
"I got happier when it got darker. A moth flew into my face and I hit at it and killed it."
"The shadows of the leaves on the wall were moving quickly, like the patterns the sun makes on water."
"People say 'young' as though being young were a crime, and yet they are always scared of getting old."
"The people there were like upholstered ghosts."
"She used to say, 'I feel as if God hates me and my eyes don't fit.'"
"It's funny when you feel as if you don't want anything more in your life except to sleep, or else to lie without moving. That's when you can hear time sliding past you, like water running."
"When you start thinking about things the answer's a lemon."
"All the houses seemed to be hotels."
"It was one of those days when you can see the ghosts of all the other lovely days. You drink a bit and watch the ghosts of all the lovely days that have ever been from behind a glass."
"Two eyes open inside your head."
"Yes, you children can come and have your moonlight picnic in the garden but you mustn't throw things at Captain Cameron (Captain Cameron was her cat)"
"I dreamed that I was on a ship. From the deck you could see small islands -- dolls of islands -- and the ship was sailing in a doll's sea, transparent as glass."
"She's a decorative little person -- decorative but strangely pathetic."
"Still, there were moments when she realized that her existence, though delightful, was haphazard. It lacked, as it were, solidity; it lacked the necessary fixed background."
"Good evening," said Mrs Heidler in the voice of a well-educated young male."
"It was astonishing how significant, coherent and understandable it all became after a glass of wine on an empty stomach...One realized all sorts of things. The value of an illusion, for instance, and that the shadow can be more important than the substance. All sorts of things."
"She thought of all the corridors and staircases which had led her to this dim, musty-smelling room and felt bewildered and giddy."
"With all their little arrangements, prisons and drains and things, tucked away where nobody can see."
"You'll row your little boat along. You've got your own little charm, and so on."
"Her room on the second floor was large and high-ceilinged, but it had a sombre and one-eyed aspect because the solitary window was very much to one side."
"The picture stood for the idea, the spirit, and the sofa stood for the act." (238)
"She was at once too obvious and too obscure."
"I never used to be like this, but now I'm going dippy, I suppose."
"Your life is your life, and you must be pretty definite about it. Or if it's a story you are making up, you ought at least to have it pat."
"I wanted to go away with just the same feeling a boy has when he wants to run away to sea -- at least, that I imagine a boy has. Only, in my adventure, men were mixed up, because of course they had to be. You understand, don't you? Do you understand that a girl might have that feeling?"
"You wouldn't know a lovely thing if you saw it."
"There was something in a background, say what you like."
"She had laughed at herself in the glass and her teeth were white and sound and even. Yes, she had laughed at herself in the glass. Like an idiot."
"My dear, I wouldn't harrow you for the world. "No harrowing" is my motto."
"The atmosphere of his house enveloped him -- quiet and not without dignity, part of a world of lowered voices, and of passions, like Japanese dwarf trees, suppressed for many generations. A familiar world."
"Women go phut quite suddenly, he thought."
"I had looked at this, I had looked at that, I had looked at the people passing in the street and at a shop-window full of artificial limbs."
"And my dress extinguishes me."
"Satin skin, silk hair, velvet eyes, sawdust heart -- all complete."
"Plat du jour -- boiled eyes, served cold...
"My life, which seems so simple and monotonous, is really a complicated affair of cafes where they like me and cafes where they don't, streets that are friendly, streets that aren't, rooms where I might be happy, rooms where I never shall be, looking-glasses I look nice in, looking-glasses I don't, dresses that will be lucky, dresses that won't and so on."
"There was a monsieur," the patronne says. There was a monsieur, but the monsieur has gone."
"That is the only advantage women have over men -- at least they can cry."
"I want a long, calm book about people with large incomes -- a book like a flat green meadow and the sheep feeding in it."
"Yes, I am vexed, I am very vexed...I'll send you a box of Turkish Delight," he says, and rings off."
"Only, of course, to be accepted as authentic, to carry any conviction, it would have to be written by a man."
"Oh God, this awful sinking of the heart -- like going down in a lift."
"This is just the interval when drink makes yo look nice, before it makes you look awful."
"All that is left in the world is an enormous machine, made of white steel. It has innumerable flexible arms, made of steel. Long, thin arms. At the end of each arm is an eye, the eyelashes stiff with mascara. When I look more closely I see that only some of the arms have these eyes -- other have lights. The arms that carry the eyes and the arms that carry the lights are all extraordinarily flexible and very beautiful. But the grey sky, which is the background terrifies me...and the arms wave to an accompaniment of music and of song. Like this: 'Hotcha -- hotcha -- hotcha..." And I know the music; I can sing the song."
"There is the corner of the bedroom door and the friendly furniture."
"I knew the time of day when though it is hot and blue and there are not clouds, the sky can have a very black look."
"All this was long ago, when I was still babyish and sure that everything was alive, not only the river or the rain, but chairs, looking-glasses, cups, saucers, everything."
"Italy is white pillars and green water. Spain is hot sun on stones, France is a lady with black hair wearing a white dress because Louise was born in France fifteen years ago, and my mother, whom I must forget and prey for as though she were dead, though she is living, like to dress in white."
"Soon I will give the signal. Soon it will be tomorrow morning."
"There are blanks in my mind that cannot be filled up."
"The flames burned straight."
"I sit at my window and the worlds fly past me like birds -- with God's help I catch some."
"but for that man, money pretty like pretty self, he can't see nothing else."
"I open the door and walk into their world. It is, as I always knew, made of cardboard."
November 26, 2019
So far, I have only read After Leaving Mr. Mackenzie as it neatly fit into this category. It is a dark and quite stark read from an author who is proclaimed as one of the truest voices of the 20th century.
I would probably rank this particular novel between 3.5-3.8 but am rounding up to 4 stars.
A late addition for the this category--I couldn't resist dipping in. The other day at #HalfPricedBooks I picked up a copy of the complete novels of #JeanRhys for $8. Quite a bargain it turns out-- I just noticed this title going for $48 on Amazon. I spent most of my weekend in front of a fan with my nose in this book escaping the heat. I always love finding a popular author whose work is new to me.
As I read-- I found it very easy to start harshly judging this woman who is struggling to make ends meet as she aimlessly moves along the fringe of society and her family. A different time and way of life--she mostly survives on the charitable donations of her lovers, past and present. Then I would catch myself with the realization that in reality that I am not as financially independent of men as I would like to believe. I have a roof over my head and health insurance because my estranged husband (our heroine's husband has wandered off as well) pays my taxes and foots the expense for what passes as healthcare in America today. I am very grateful--if anything reading Jean Rhys has made me starkly aware of how much luck and circumstance play a part in a persons' life.
I would probably rank this particular novel between 3.5-3.8 but am rounding up to 4 stars.
A late addition for the this category--I couldn't resist dipping in. The other day at #HalfPricedBooks I picked up a copy of the complete novels of #JeanRhys for $8. Quite a bargain it turns out-- I just noticed this title going for $48 on Amazon. I spent most of my weekend in front of a fan with my nose in this book escaping the heat. I always love finding a popular author whose work is new to me.
As I read-- I found it very easy to start harshly judging this woman who is struggling to make ends meet as she aimlessly moves along the fringe of society and her family. A different time and way of life--she mostly survives on the charitable donations of her lovers, past and present. Then I would catch myself with the realization that in reality that I am not as financially independent of men as I would like to believe. I have a roof over my head and health insurance because my estranged husband (our heroine's husband has wandered off as well) pays my taxes and foots the expense for what passes as healthcare in America today. I am very grateful--if anything reading Jean Rhys has made me starkly aware of how much luck and circumstance play a part in a persons' life.
February 9, 2016
"... I know all about myself now, I know. You've told me so often. You haven't left me one rag of illusion to clothe myself in."
It is hard to rate this for I have mixed feelings about the novels but I am happy to finish it with Wide Sargasso Sea; until towards the end, it was not that impressive but then it became so beautiful, so shocking that when I finished the novel I couldn't come to my senses for a while. The narration of the novels and Rhys' atmosphere of melancholy draws you inside of that world and you really feel like those women (and men too), you feel the misery inside of you and it is disturbing, I admire her for this ability. Quartet is the one I cannot say that I liked but Wide Sargasso Sea is the one that made me give 4 stars.
April 27, 2011
I read this anthology of Jean Rhys’ semi-autobiographical works back in the 80s, then reread her best known novel “Wide Sargasso Sea,” when my local book group chose it in 1997. Her first books are essentially about depression and are confessional in nature. “The Wide Sargasso Sea” was written much later and is a take-off on “Jane Eyre.” When our book group read it, we decided we should write a 3rd book where Antoinette escapes the fire and becomes a prosperous prostitute—we’d call it “Drowning in the Wide Sargasso Sea.” Rhys was a talented woman who led a sad, degrading life.
May 29, 2019
Got a used copy in the mail today, inscribed to or by what might be "Alan Carre, 6 November 1985, San Francisco." There's a word before the 6, "deu" maybe? It probably isn't English, considering the date format.
Had a hand-illustrated bookmark inside from The Iliad Bookshop of North Hollywood, at its old address, which makes it eight years old at the least. It's real cute and looks older. "Art by Racer."
Love the journeys books take to me.
Had a hand-illustrated bookmark inside from The Iliad Bookshop of North Hollywood, at its old address, which makes it eight years old at the least. It's real cute and looks older. "Art by Racer."
Love the journeys books take to me.
October 4, 2013
What the what. I had never heard of Jean Rhys until I was in my late 20's.....every 18 year old girl should be handed this collection! I loved all of these and wish I had read them many years earlier.
Highly recommend for social historians of between the war brit/paris lives as well as women's studies.
Love!!!
Highly recommend for social historians of between the war brit/paris lives as well as women's studies.
Love!!!
January 20, 2010
One of my favorite authors. Jean Rhys, Je t'aime.
May 13, 2013
My favorite writer (when I was young).
January 16, 2018
My annual re-read of Wide Sargasso Sea...
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March 16, 2022Only read Wide Sargasso Sea. To be followed by the other books (this will serve as a reminder for myself).
May 8, 2016
The black and white photos in this edition are an apt reflection of the mood of Rhys' stories. Like other women writers of her time, who were striving to break free from the "good girl," edifying literature previously expected from women, Rhys wrote about the experiences of "others," who didn't have family or friends or money to help them to a happy life. I wonder just how closely some of the stories were based on her personal life experiences; it's a sad thought. In spite of the depressing nature of the stories, there were many beautiful passages -- and I liked to see how her ability to arrange words well progressed through these stories. However, I'm also breathing a sigh of relief as I leave them behind for now and look for something more uplifting for my next read...
July 11, 2015
I read the first and last of the four novels, having wanted to read Wide Sargasso Sea. I found both stories very depressing, not terribly enlightening. Perhaps dated, which would make them quite un relatable. The first novel follows a young innocent on her path to prostitution by happenstance, she didn't seem able to make a decision to save herself, simply did what any man wanted. My understanding is it parallels Rhys's early life. Sargasso, on the other hand, is a full-blown purple prose tragedy. Again, men have all the power, women pay the price. I didn't read the other two which says a lot about my enjoyment.
April 9, 2019
A seminal, unflinching series of novels that peers into the darkest depths of the human mind and emerges with staggering poetry. Rhys might be one of the most important writers in the 20th century canon who I rarely hear discussed, but her influence looms large. I read this chronologically, though presumably one could jump around. Reaching WSS, considered by many Rhys’ masterwork, is extra satisfying in this way, representing as it does both a summation of her career concerns but also an innovative leap in style and perspective.
July 21, 2017
I have read and re-read this book multiple times since I discovered Jean Rhys when I was in high school. Rhys' writing is haunting and it stays with you even after you have read it. She manages to perfectly capture the feeling of isolation and displacement. Whenever my depression gets so bad I turn back to this book and read these stories and I remember that I am not alone and that someone else had the same feelings of alienation and "otherness" that I feel.
October 1, 2015
The magic of Jean is that her writing seems to be seamless. She puts you in the heads of her female protagonists in such a way that, even if you don't agree with their choices, you can still empathize. I consider her to be a feminist writer in this way. Her turns of phrase are beautiful, and you never leave a book disappointed.
May 18, 2019
One of the few things I read while in Michigan. Read this actually before I did Jane Eyre, so, discontinuity! Picked up another copy a few years back but still haven't gotten around to re-reading it yet. Will have to update as Sargasso Sea is the only one I actually remember clearly (thought that was brilliant even without the comparison).
August 17, 2017
An absolute titan: unflinching, innovative, and empathetic in each novels' depictions of women ignored by and condemned to the periphery of society. Upon finishing each novel I was stunned and astonished at what I'd read. An unforgettable literary experience.
January 6, 2012
some of my favorite novels
Shelved as 'maybe-read'
December 18, 2011Six novels in one book: seems like a bargain.
June 15, 2012
*** for Voyage in the Dark
**** for Quartet
**** for After Leaving Mr Mackenzie
***** for Good Morning Midnight
**** for Wide Sargasso Sea
**** for Quartet
**** for After Leaving Mr Mackenzie
***** for Good Morning Midnight
**** for Wide Sargasso Sea
November 4, 2012
A brilliant writer whose characters endure such pain you can't believe you can't put it down. Moving, political and personal, feminist modernism at its best.
March 11, 2014
Excellent. But depressing.
July 24, 2015
(only read Voyage In The Dark, Quartet, Wide Sargasso Sea)
June 6, 2015
Loved Wide Sargasso Sea. The rest dragged.
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