Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Please Pass The Gravy

I am at a great banquet. The table is set with double damask linens and fine bone china and the heaviest silver. The doors to the dining hall swing open and a parade of waiters carrying large domed trays march in solemnly. There is foie gras, filet de Boeuf en Croute, braised sweetbreads garnished with truffles and olives, duck confit. All well and good, you may say. But the dishes keep coming... the coq en pate, the coquilles Saint-Jacques are placed on my plate. The first forkful is sheer delight, such a rich blend of spice. Complex, intriguing flavors are perfectly pleasing to the palate. But as the evening wears on, and the dishes keep coming, my taste buds reach overload, my head becomes dizzy. One more bite of goose liver and I will be dangerously unwell. Furtively I reach for the button on my waistband and I yearn for some bicarbonate. (What wouldn't I give for one...good...burp - ahhh). Yes, the food is splendid but there does not seem to be any end to it, and the chewing is wearing me out.

That is how I would describe my experience in reading Armadale by Wilkie Collins. It's not that it is poorly written - I think its brilliant. It's not that it is long - my favorite novel is Les Miserables, after all. I really don't know why it is taking me so long to finish. I only know it is like an everlasting lollipop. First published in serial form beginning in November 1864 the final chapter was posted in June 1866. At the rate I'm going, it may take me a year and a half as well. Perhaps this novel is more manageable in small bites. But there is such a tangle of intrigue, and background, and plot in Armadale, I am not at all certain that approach would work well either. Even reading it straight through, I find I have to go back and re-read portions just to get the history straight in my mind once more.

I fully expect Armadale to become one of my favorite Wilkie Collins books when I finally reach the words "The End" on page 678. As I am only on page 293, I am resigned to belly up to the table for a while longer. (Oh, here comes another tasty tidbit - could it be chocolate mousse?) "Oh, Garcon, warm up the gravy, please. I'm going in for seconds."

7 comments:

  1. What a wonderful description. Have you seen the Monty Python skit with the guy at the restaurant who has just eaten an enormous meal and the waiter insists he have just one tiny wafer?

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  2. At least you won't gain weight on this feast! Good luck gettng to the after-dinner mints.........

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  3. Oh, I'm curious to read this one now! It sounds good, if a little (or a lot!) overwhelming. I'll make sure I'm good and hungry before I pick it up.

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  4. Why not try reading it as it was originally serialised, Graddikins? A degustation menu instead of a groaning buffet?

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  5. Hilarious - what a fabulous metaphor! I think reading and eating go marvellously well together - food for the brain and food for the stomach. You'll need a mental palate cleanser afterwards, Grad, the equivalent of one of those short glasses of cuckoo spit that were all the rage about a decade ago in fancy restaurants! Alice Munroe's short stories, perhaps? Alan Bennett?

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  6. Graddikins, you've got me worried about Shorty - what's happening? Is everything all right?

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  7. Di's suggestion works for me. Couldn't face a 678-page book without some sampling of other fare too. Even skim-reading would make you overstuffed before too long. But will count on you to give us the digested version!

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