<<The>> poem of the Cid as a masochistic fantasy Book

After reading VENUS IN FURS by Leopold von Sacher-Masoch, I read about this book written by his wife. I found this more riveting than his work, certainly. Definitely an easy read because the translation is written with very smooth and accessible prose. The torment she suffered from her husband's fantasy of her cheating on him was heartbreaking. I gave this a five because I got very lost in her life and the vicissitudes of the economy of the time. The conundrum she faced of how to remain loyal to the man who constantly obsessed over her affair, and her years of stalling and sacrifice, was just a sad exploration of themes on feminism, marriage, and love. But this was so much more than an anecdotal situation. It was wrought with feeling, and skill. And I wonder. . . What if she'd had more time to write. To imagine her own fantasies and fiction. To develop her talent more. Her love for Armand at the end was something I wanted to spend more time with, and I wanted more details. The book was too short. I could have read 300 more pages.