3.5 star rating bc I remained curious and piqued to the end but felt simultaneously exasperated in the reading...
This book leaves me feeling torn. I was unsure if I’d continue until I got past about 200 pages but now I feel like I’ve got to see it through. I find this book to be both charming and obnoxious, quaint and exhausting, intriguing and maddening, beautiful and depressing. I cannot stand the character Maria, who seems to me to have mental health issues or just a very toxic personality, which makes a major imprint on that of her own family’s dysfunction. There is so much codependency and women are so devoted and obsessed with the men... I am all for women who love their husbands and serving them, but literally having nothing else to them? It is vacuous and depressing. I struggle with the hysteria of the protagonist, the intensity and suddenness of her passions. It seems like mental health issues I don’t feel I could diagnose or claim to know from just one book - but like it is showing clearly, even so.
I find it particularly fascinating to read a book published in the 1940s but set in 1912 and which refers back to things happening and changing as early as the last 1800s. The small town setting of Chapelle-au-Bois evokes a deep appreciation for the intimacy and uniqueness of small town life before computers and the internet. The glimpse into the mindset behind those who were leaving a Christian faith and seeing Christianity as merely a practice of religion and a sort of social expectation nearly a hundred years ago in France, as compared with American Christianity today, also felt insightful to me.
I am nearly done and will see what I think with how it concludes but I suppose I should’ve guessed with a FRENCH novel that the love story ought to be fairly frustrating? 😂🤷🏻♀️ It seems the predominant attitude towards love culturally there is that marriage isn’t necessary and love can be fickle or shortlived, or need the boost of infidelity on the side... so perhaps having begun reading with the impression that the title was “Amelie in Love” misled me as to the nature the tale would reflect. Inside of the book itself, it only says “The Seed and Its Fruit” on the top of the pages where the title ought to be - which seems more apropos in that the mother seems to be reflected in the daughter. There remains no mention of seed or fruit in the actual writing of the novel, however, so that title too feels a bit odd.
Amelie is both admirably competent and daring, while simultaneously impulsive and dramatic. I don’t know if I like her and care for her or if she just feels excessively emotive and volatile. I enjoy the man she marries and his character. He seems the most redeeming, along with her father.
Having read all 370 pages, I’m relieved that the protagonists codependency seems a bit less intense by the end and I did find the read relatively enjoyable - but it definitely continued throughout, in its entirety, to leave me with mixed feelings. My favorite characters were Denis, Jerome, Pierre and perhaps Mme Croux. Amelie I had mixed feelings over, which may be significant in my overall estimation of the book.