Reviews for Therese Raquin

The average rating for Therese Raquin based on 2 reviews is 4 stars.

Review # 1 was written on 2007-09-30 00:00:00 Vernon Nichols You don't need another Coca Cola Or the latest Francis Ford Coppola You don't need a holiday in Angola You need this novel by Emile Zola It's raw like a bad case of ebola It's atomic like gay enola Not pretty like a gladiola Or sweet like a tune from a old victrola He told the truth like the Ayatollah He was revolutionary like Hizbollah He never needed no payola He didn't have a Motorola He wrote the truth, he was Emile Zola Like a panel he was solar Nineteenth century rock and roller He put Balzac back in his baby stroller And this ain't no litcrit hyperbola

Review # 2 was written on 2011-09-16 00:00:00 Brandon Chang You know how it is. Your mother marries you to your sexless cousin and in silent defiance you enter a torrid affair with a peasant painter. All those hours spent humouring the dull man in your dreary shop, waiting for your next animalistic tussle with your fiery lover. Then one day, you realise the conventions of early 19thC society are going to prevent you from ditching the boring old blood tie, and you will never be free to give yourself to true love. God, the boredom! I mean, you can't even knit properly, can you? That last cardigan was missing an armhole and wasn't even big enough for my nephew! So what do you have to live for? You are, after all, a docile little mouse brimming with despair and desperation whose only chance at happiness lies in the arms of a bone-idle gadabout who only wanted a quick shag anyway. Perhaps if he bumped off your other half, made it look like an accident? Oh now you've gone and done it. Didn't I warn you watching your husband drown would come back to haunt you? How do you expect to look your mother in the eye ever again, you dozy bint? Well. I suppose it'll have to be several years of mental torment, depression and unrelenting misery, followed by a teary confession to your paralysed mother, until someone finally pours you a cup of poison and ends your sorry lot once and for all. Hold out, there's hope. But not in this book.