Kazhes pierakstu burtnīca

Good morning, sunshine! You`re listening to "The best sentimental novels of the 18th century" on "Radio losers". Our todays guest is a certain Mr. Oliver Goldsmith. His hobbies include making people suffer and unexpected twists. The lead character in this novel is a silly old pastor, who just thinks that he`s so smart and that he`s so good. In the beginning everything`s fine for him but the suddenly he loses all his posessions because of a bankrupt merchant, his family is torn apart, his daughter gets seduced by a villainy nobleman. The funny thing is the fact that he seems to be the good hero, despite him being a complete idiot who`s only capable of thanking god and of preaching obedience. The most interesting thing about the book is the way it changes perspective. The first half of it is some sort of a comedy where the hero acts foolishly and everything suggests that this book is some sort of satyre. Later on the reader learns to know that the author is a sentimental fool and not a witty master of the ink after all. The ending for instance is more absurd than everything else in this world. Man, he really got me. I didn`t expect this would turn out the way it did. I mean, I knew it would have a happy ending - but what the heck did Goldsmith mean by the first comic half? I don`t believe that this was some sort of an aburdist, postmodern joke. Heck, that dude died before the French revolution. Sex wasn`t even invented back then. And this fellow would know something about postmodernism? He probably only read this Vergilius and Shakespeare and never thought that Hamlet might have been gay and killed Claudius only because he couldn`t let his mother share the bed with the man he loved. Hey, that was my idea and not Goldsmiths!