Pilgrims' Past
A house rule here at Plugs and Dottles (well, more like a guideline) is to never bore the reader with reviews. Books, movies, TV, music, restaurants, theater, whatever, I've just decided to avoid blogging them. Partly it's because no one really cares what I think about Grey's Anatomy (Will Meredith ever stop whining?), American Idol (watched only by losers), or the Academy Awards (Tina Fey looked hot, then I turned it off.) But mostly it's because I just don't have the skills necessary to explain why I think something is worth regarding.
But every once in a while, I encounter something that I really must bring to people's attention. By not doing so, I'd be screwing up. Case in point: The Canterbury Tales.
For some reason now forgotten, I decided I wanted to see what this book was like; I picked up the Penguin edition. As everyone knows, The Canterbury Tales was written in the late 14th century by Geoffrey Chaucer. That's so long ago the book isn't even in English, but Middle English, which is as much a foreign language as Sanskrit. I needed a modern English translation. The book is about a group of pilgrims traveling to England's Canterbury Cathedral. The pilgrims are encouraged by their host to each tell a story. The best of the lot gets a free supper at the tavern upon their return.
I never would have thought a book written more than 600 years ago - in verse - would grab and hold my attention to the extent this one did. I never would have thought scatological humor is no less funny today than it was then; that clergy in that era of absolute religiosity were regarded as universally conniving, prurient, and low; that tales of heroic knights and faithful maidens speak to today's world no less than Chaucer's.
As amazing as it sounds, The Canterbury Tales is one of the best books I've ever read.
K-
But every once in a while, I encounter something that I really must bring to people's attention. By not doing so, I'd be screwing up. Case in point: The Canterbury Tales.
For some reason now forgotten, I decided I wanted to see what this book was like; I picked up the Penguin edition. As everyone knows, The Canterbury Tales was written in the late 14th century by Geoffrey Chaucer. That's so long ago the book isn't even in English, but Middle English, which is as much a foreign language as Sanskrit. I needed a modern English translation. The book is about a group of pilgrims traveling to England's Canterbury Cathedral. The pilgrims are encouraged by their host to each tell a story. The best of the lot gets a free supper at the tavern upon their return.
I never would have thought a book written more than 600 years ago - in verse - would grab and hold my attention to the extent this one did. I never would have thought scatological humor is no less funny today than it was then; that clergy in that era of absolute religiosity were regarded as universally conniving, prurient, and low; that tales of heroic knights and faithful maidens speak to today's world no less than Chaucer's.
As amazing as it sounds, The Canterbury Tales is one of the best books I've ever read.
K-
Well, thank you. I've never even considered reading this. Now I think I'll give it a go.
Cas