I still haven’t finished last month’s bookclub book – ‘The Last Duchess’. Not because I don’t like it (I sort of do) but because I have reached a point where there is going to be the most obvious fall out, where Cora is going to hit a very public humiliation, and I am too wimpy to even read about it!!I may have to just skip twenty pages, but my OCD gives me extreme difficulty with that course of action.
I find the same with TV programmes. When something becomes too excruciatingly humiliating or obvious, I find I have too leave the room. (Or, if I’m on my own already, I’ll switch channels)
As it happens we were watching ‘The Duchess’ on Sunday night but again, the suspense heightened my stress levels beyond bearing and I had to head to the laptop. Ostensibly to blog, but the computer was not co-operating and I lost all that I had so patiently written. I’m not only a wimp, but am easily discouraged! The ‘Duchess’ was approaching the end, so it was safe to return to the TV. I arrived back as the credits were running, which also informed that the duke, duchess and the lover lived in a menage a trois for twenty five years!! The children the Duke had with both women were part of this unconventional household.
Anyway. (That was just a little aside, and really a blog topic all of its own!) Ever since watching the first half hour of ‘The Duchess’, I have had difficulty separating the Duchess of Devonshire from Duchess Cora. When I have been reading the bookclub book over the past couple of days (now that I’m off work, don’t you know) I have been envisaging Kiera Knightley as Cora. And Ivo is, of course, Ralph Fiennes.
It has been disconcerting. A sort of history has been inextricably entangled forever with pure fiction in my mind. Perhaps this is the way to interpret all TV historical drama. Just as well we’re already on to the next book at bookclub – otherwise, who knows what I could have been discussing when the others were analysing character, plot, style! (As if!!!!)