Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Innocent Love

Author's Note- This is a Point of View analysis of Francesca in the novel The Bridges of Madison County. Technically this story is written from a third person POV so writing this was a little difficult but I wrote about how Francesca cannot see the flaws of her lover because, of course, she is in love. I tried to expose those flaws like the story would have, had it been written from the villagers point of view. The author talks a lot about how small towns have a lot of gossip, and I honestly do not in live in that small a town, therefore I don't exactly know what small town gossip is. I tried my best to write pout what I think it would be like but I could be totally wrong. 
 
What would it be like to be in love? Many of us, myself included, are much to young to know that feeling for ourselves, all I have to go on are cheesy scenes from The Notebook, which I have been told are pretty unrealistic.  Francesca Johnson is in love, she has been for the last twenty-four years, and she can honestly say that her experience was a far cry from The Notebook.  Her lover, Robert Kincaid left in 1965 after four days with the woman of his dreams.  He never looked back. He said he loved her. He said he remembered her.  He sent her one letter. He quit his job and disconnected his phone number. He left her alone. That is an confession that she will take to the grave.

This story mostly reflects the point of view of Francesca Johnson, an elderly widow longing for her lost lover to come home. After twenty-four years she still loves him and he has all but forgotten her. I think that since Francesca is in love, she cannot see the character flaws of her boyfriend. This compromises the way that the reader interprets the story because then they just assume that Robert is perfect and Richard was a mean old man. Really, I think that this story might have been just the opposite. Richard Johnson, I think, is actually a very nice man who is talked about by his wife as a boring old cranky puss. Robert on the other hand, strikes me as very deceptive and cunning however innocent he may seem.  He has almost no manners, I can tell when he expresses almost no reluctance to accept Francesca's insistence to put her own image at risk.  Robert expresses an incredibly little amount of gratitude towards Francesca and not until the fourth or fifth day does he bring up that fact that she is married. What kind of man does that? The worst part, though, is that Francesca notices none of his flaws. She is completely ignorant to the fact that he might be taking advantage of her.  The thought doesn’t even cross her mind. Had the story been told mostly from a different perspective, things would have turned out quite differently.

"The girl was crazy!"
"One of the only weekends that her husband goes out of town she has a fling with some traveling hippie photographer from Washington!" "What would Richard think? It would crush his heart!"
Thoughts and whispered echoed throughout the town and was gossip was so juicy you could squeeze it. Everyone who wasn't living under a rock knew about Francesca's little "thing" with the traveler. For one she goes out with him in a public setting and acts the part quite well, as the lover.  She doesn't even try to hide his car when he's at her house which, with great regret the town members may admit to say, doesn't leave at night. What filthy little urchin would prey on innocent women when their husbands leave town? Who does he think he is? The villagers always knew that hippies were to be avoided, as this one certainly ought to be.   Those horrendous race of "lovers" were nothing more that perverted creeps they were! Francesca knew that too! Oh Richard would hear.  And he would be mad. Oh, he would be livid.  

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Prediction Piece


Author's Note: (Second Paragraph) I think that this will happen because in the notebook the girl, Allie, says goodbye to her controlling husband and he gets angry.  I also think that this happens because in the beginning of the book it says that Richard dies while Francesca lives on and so I know that he dies sometime in his mid sixties/seventies.  I don't know if he gets hit by a car but I just made that up.

While reading the novel  The Bridges of Madison County  it occurred to me how similar it is to The Notebook by Nicolas Sparks. In the first few chapters of the book the author creates a scene where you have two elderly people, separated for some unknown reason,  and one is in love with the other while the other doesn't appear to care for the first person.  After those few chapters, almost the entire rest of the book is a flashback telling the story of the couple falling in love.  I cannot speak for any other similarities so far in the books because I am only on page 51. Either way, by knowing how The Notebook  ends, I think that in the end of this book the couple will rekindle somehow and then they will both die.

I'm sorry, I can't. I've been living this life for too long, it's not what I want to be, this isn't the person I dreamt of being. This has gone on for too long. I'm leaving.
The note ended there. Richard was furious. This was insane. She was his wife! This was the act of a twenty year old college girl, not his wife of thirty-five years! What would the neighbors think? With his wife sneaking off in the middle of the night and leaving a simple note that,  had he not trusted her as he did still, it might just seem that she had snuck off to see a lover! He didn't believe a word of it. Nor did he want to. The keys to the car begged him to grab them. He listened to their pleas and soon after he found himself standing at the small bridge that Francesca always came to think. A young looking couple lay sleeping on a thin blanket  and he averted his eyes, disgusted. After scanning the rest of the area Richard was not just mad. He was furious. She was his wife! She would listen to him. She would not leave him, and certainly she would not give him a bad reputation. The car motor turned over but didn't start. He twisted the key again. The engine refused to start. He swore under his breath and hopped out of the car. The door slammed shut behind him. It just fueled his anger. The gravel crunching under his feet became loud and annoying. His head was buzzing with fury, distracting him from the large gray Chevrolet pickup truck speeding up the road. He didn't hear the squealing of breaks. He didn't see the expression of utter horror on the drivers face. All he saw was a shining metal grill and then- nothing.