So frustrating. I almost like her writing...but not quite.Winterson, Jeanette. The Passion. 1987. New York: Grove, 2000.Summary
: Henri, Napoleon's private cook, and Villanelle, the web-footed daughter of a Venetian boatman meet during the zero winter in Russia and form a bond of sorts. Henri falls in love with Villanelle, but her heart has already been lost to another woman, and he is eventually sent to the madhouse for killing her husband, who was also Napoleon's cook before him.Comments
: A relatively straightforward narrative with a historic setting and a touch of magic written primarily in short, declarative sentences would've made this novel a get piece of young adult fiction...if it weren't for Winterson's "passion" for pretentiousness. Her evangelical background makes her interested in religion, and there's plenty of it here, in spite of the basic love story plotting, and her lesbianism apparently makes her interested in the whys and wherefores of sexual attraction. Conflating the two, and spicing it all up with some maundering about time and death, in her mind (and ONLY her mind) constitutes a theme that would be ridiculous if it weren't reiterated so frequently as to become simply irritating. Too bad she's so preoccupied with high-seriousness. If she weren't, she could quite easily be another Tanith Lee.Notes
: trade paperback, 5th printingRating
- Too scattershot to truly satisfy any one potential niche audience. In reaching for everything, this novel ends up empty-handed.