Geneen Karstens wrote:I really enjoyed the book Flowers for Algernon. I feel a kinship with Charly in that I am aging and although I was certainly not a genius, I had a pretty good mind. Now I notice myself forgetting things that were important and cannot express myself the way I would like.I hope the day never comes when I can't read anymore. That has seen me through many trying times. I have never been in a book club before and I am pushing 75 years. If you would prefer I drop out of your group I would not be upset.
Geneen Karstens wrote:I really enjoyed the book Flowers for Algernon. I feel a kinship with Charly in that I am aging and although I was certainly not a genius, I had a pretty good mind...I have never been in a book club before and I am pushing 75 years...
Clovertechie wrote:I've never joined a book club before, so bear with me!
I'm just over half-way through and am enjoying the book thoroughly. (Before I read any of the comments, I could have guessed that the transformation was not permanent.)
The theme that keeps ringing in my mind is acceptance - accepting others as they are, accepting ourselves as we are, and understanding that because someone else is different than ourselves, they are neither higher nor lower, just different. We should never judge ourselves by another's standard - nor should we judge others by our own standard.
Wouldn't the world be a different place if we could learn that one simple truth?
Paprika47 wrote:Another newcomer am I - my apologies!
I read Flowers of Algernon many years ago, and I still remember being very much haunted by it. It was the last words that really got me, to be honest: his last wish being for someone to put flowers on Algernon's grave.
The tormenting loneliness that you find in Charlie's narration (in all stages of the book; even when his intelligence is low and he thinks nothing of his coworkers cruelty, you see in how he wishes to be smarter his need to communicate) is heartbreaking. The ignorance of the doctors, of everyone really - anyone who is connected to Charlie: it frustrates and angers the reader as they have to go through a battle of sympathy and hatred for those that mistreat Charlie in their ignorance.
The way it's written is fantastic. Everything counts. The structure, the grammar, the spelling, the punctuation even. By sheer execution it is awe-inspiring.
And then comes the words.
No doubt about it. This book is powerful.