Living up to her rep, Cather provides us with some amazing descriptions of the landscape. Book 3, Chapter 3 in particular had some of my favorite imagery... including her comparisons of the desert to the first Creation and of the earthly mesas reflected in the sky, one the duplicate of the other. Another image that stuck with me -- the desert as sea... "The sandy soil of the plain had a light sprinkling of junipers, and was splotched with masses of blooming rabbit brush, that olive-colored plant that grows in high waves like a tossing sea, at this season covered with a thatch of bloom, yellow as gorse, or orange like marigolds." (I loved all the colors, too.)
Aside: Many thanks to my trusty pal Google. What would I do without him to show me "gorse" quicker than I can say the word, um, "gorse"?
As I get deeper in to the novel, my affection for LaTour and Vaillant continues to grow. I share Jacinto's respect for LaTour -- so honest, earnest and straight-forward. I also have great affection for Vaillant -- especially when he turns Father Gallegos' parish around from party zealots to religious zealots, each parish member trying to outdo the next with acts of righteousness. So funny!
My one-track mind keeps going back to the question: How does Cather intend for us to feel about the church v. the existing culture? She keeps pushing us back and forth, I think. She gives us things to respect, and question, in both. LaTour, as respectful and insightful as ever, plays upon the similarities to bring the two together. At the end of Book 4, Father LaTour remarks on the superstitions and beliefs of the Indians. He says "that [the Indians] veneration for old customs was a quality he liked... it played a great part in his own religion."
Oh, and also, there was a buttload of imagery and symbolism that I'm to dense to understand completely. My tiny little brain is hurting from trying to figure out "the lips."
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Aside: Many thanks to my trusty pal Google. What would I do without him to show me "gorse" quicker than I can say the word, um, "gorse"?
As I get deeper in to the novel, my affection for LaTour and Vaillant continues to grow. I share Jacinto's respect for LaTour -- so honest, earnest and straight-forward. I also have great affection for Vaillant -- especially when he turns Father Gallegos' parish around from party zealots to religious zealots, each parish member trying to outdo the next with acts of righteousness. So funny!
My one-track mind keeps going back to the question: How does Cather intend for us to feel about the church v. the existing culture? She keeps pushing us back and forth, I think. She gives us things to respect, and question, in both. LaTour, as respectful and insightful as ever, plays upon the similarities to bring the two together. At the end of Book 4, Father LaTour remarks on the superstitions and beliefs of the Indians. He says "that [the Indians] veneration for old customs was a quality he liked... it played a great part in his own religion."
Oh, and also, there was a buttload of imagery and symbolism that I'm to dense to understand completely. My tiny little brain is hurting from trying to figure out "the lips."
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