Okay, off to a hiss and a roar with the Insatiable Booksluts ‘Award-Winning’ Challenge! As mentioned in my last post, I’m doing this ‘Full Frontal’ Challenge, which is where you read three books from Nobel Literature Laureates, three from Man/Booker winners, and then one each from winners of the PEN/Faulkner award, National Book Award for Fiction and… one other award winner. Oh yeah, the Neustadt International Prize for Fiction. Which is great, because that means that I can read Baby No Eyes by Patricia Grace as part of this challenge, which I’m feeling quite patriotic about. I’m just gonna record for posterity my apologies to New Zealand Novelists; I’m sorry for hating on you guys for so long, but I’m trying to mend my ways.
So, without further ado, here are my impressions of André Gide’s book, The Immoralist.
Gide won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1947, four years before his death. But man, according to Wikipedia, he had a pretty amazing life – buddies with Oscar Wilde, critic of the French colonisation of Africa (in particular the Congo and Algiers). He actually has a centre for Gidean studies now, which I took a quick glimpse at; crazy. He was, from reading around about his life, a highly moral individual who was unfortunate enough to be living in a time when his sexuality was enough to condemn him to living outside of the ‘normal’ model of moral behaviour. Okay, actually, given his penchant for young men, outside the morals of this current time as well, but… yeah. His work was placed on the Index Librorum Prohibitorum (List of Forbidden Works) by the Catholic Church in 1952 too, just for good measure. They abolished that list in 1966, so that’s alright. Read the rest of this entry