Monday, November 07, 2005

Pretentious, Foul-tempered John Fowles Dies, Aged 198. World Finds Some Way to Immediately Move On.

John Fowles, author of The French Lieutenant's Woman, died today, aged 198. When word reached Hashbrown of his death, we rotely expressed shock and sadness, tempered only by our previous long-held belief that he had died many years ago.

A scion of British literature, Fowles' novel has been laboriously plowed through by generations of high schoolers all over the English-speaking world. Forced to spend the waning days of their summer vacations torturously skimming its depressing pages, we have always been able to take some measure of solace in the fact that there is a dismal movie version readily available for rent.

That 1982 film, with a young Meryl Streep in the title role, is best known as the first turn in which she babbled her lines in a foreign accent. Streep would not speak normally again until 1999.

Fowles also wrote some other good books.

Fowles' funeral, which will be completely ignored by everyone, will take place on Thursday.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

I love you.

11:07 AM  
Anonymous Kostas said...

That is, of course, just your opinion. John Fowles life, books, thoughts and philosophy have made an impact to most people who have read him. Perhaps you are offended by his reclusiveness or general dislike of generic human nature, but if you research the reasons behind that, maybe you will discover something a little out of the mundane, ordinary and blatantly egotistical.


2:27 PM  
Anonymous perry said...

it made me laugh.

4:14 PM  

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