![]() “My realisation that all I had ever done in life, not only in France but in England also, was to watch people, never to partake in their happiness or pain, brought such a sense of overwhelming depression, deepened by the rain stinging the windows of the car, that when I came to Le Mans, although I had not intended to stop there and lunch, I changed my mind, hoping to change my mood.” The Comte Jean de Gué is a Frenchman, who like John is dissatisfied and frustrated with the life he has been living. Our narrator John is an Englishman who has studied and lectured in French history for years, he speaks the language so well he can pass for French easily. I’m so glad I did, it’s a fantastic read. I had seen a lot of very favourable talk about it, so I felt I had to read it as soon as it arrived. The Scapegoat was my fourth read for last week’s #DDMreadingweek. As scapegoat, I could only bear the fault.” ![]() ![]() “I could not ask for forgiveness for something I had not done. ![]() Popping up with this review much later in the week than I had initially intended – but that’s just the way things go sometimes. ![]()
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |