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2019/60: National Velvet -- Enid Bagnold
Wednesday, June 12th, 2019 08:13 am2019/60: National Velvet -- Enid Bagnold
When I read National Velvet as a child, I read it as the story of a girl who dreams of horses and whose dreams come true. Reading as an adult, I see a complex and layered story about mothers and daughters, different kinds of love, and the purity of Velvet's dream.
( some spoilers but mostly cut for length )
From the height of the window, beyond the canary cages, the immortal Hullocks browsed, burnished and lit, at two in the afternoon. Bowed like silver barrels they were set in rows endwise to the sea. Like pigs, like sheep, like elephants, hay-blond with burnt grass. Velvet's mind stuttered like a small candle before the light and the height and the savage stillness of the middle afternoon. [p. 64]
When I read National Velvet as a child, I read it as the story of a girl who dreams of horses and whose dreams come true. Reading as an adult, I see a complex and layered story about mothers and daughters, different kinds of love, and the purity of Velvet's dream.
( some spoilers but mostly cut for length )
