When listening to you, existence no longer seems reality, but a waking dream.
Two stories about The Count of Monte Cristo:
Anyway, about re-reading the actual book.
It is perhaps the finest and most complicated novel about revenge ever written. Edmond Dantes is wrongly imprisoned as a result of the jealousy of an associate. He spends years trapped in a dungeon, bettering himself with the help of an elderly fellow prisoner. Eventually, he escapes, and with the help of his fabulous wealth (of course he managed to find a smuggler’s treasure), begins to set in motion a plan that will destroy those who have wronged him throughout the years. The question, of course, is who will he harm and what will it cost to accomplish this–is the cost worth the price?
In the end it would seem that it is not. You turn the page compulsively as Edmond’s masterful revenge unfolds, though in the end it may be too horrible even so. And what has he accomplished, really? The last few chapters, especially his conversation with Mercédès, are incredibly affecting. Throughout, the reader becomes so invested in the wrongs perpetrated against Edmond, his emotions and feelings, that the denouement is incredibly satisfying in some ways and incredibly frustrating in others. Some get their just desserts, but innocents are also hurt in the process.
If you can say one thing about Dumas, it’s that he writes a lively and captivating adventure story. With a good translation (and the Modern Classics version that I have isn’t awful), his language still feels modern and fresh and exciting, which I think is definitely a testament to his abilities.
Joy takes a strange effect at times, it seems to oppress us almost the same as sorrow.