Sunday, July 26, 2020

Murdoch again.

"'Let it all go Monty. The resentment and the jealousy  and the reliving of it all. Sophie is dead and you must respect her death, and that means not tearing away at a memory of her personality. Death changes our relation to people. Of course the relation itself lives on and goes on changing....Sophie is dead and you are alive and your duty is the same as any man's, to make yourself better." P. 296  The Sacred and Profane Love machine., Iris Murdoch.
    This book was my introduction to Murdoch. Now I know what all the fuss was about and certainly will read more of her books. The book cover says THE WITTIEST PROFOUNDEST AND MOST COMPULSIVE BLACK COMEDY.  It's mindful of Walter Scott's "Oh what tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive."  Much of the story weaves around Blaise and his extra-marital affair. His deception strews destruction across the landscape. It's a great illustration of the destructive power of toxic secrets. Persons interested in family systems would have a great book to illustrate the various concepts; toxic secrets, the family mobile, etc. It is engrossing and often humorous. It lives up to the deep philosophical reputation for which Murdoch is famous.
    Any readers out there have suggestions for the next Murdoch book?

Takk for alt,

Al

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