I have finished "The Madness of Viscount Atherbourne" and halfway through "The Truth About Cads and Dukes," both in the Huxley series by author Elisa Braden.
In "The Madness of Viscount Atherbourne" it made me think a lot about all the layers of prejudice, programs and ignorance mixed with pain, it caused me a bit of a stomach ache near the end where the climax of the drama is about to be resolved, when Lucien Wyatt discovers that all those years of hatred for another man and his family had somehow been wrong, and almost the break up of his marriage- relationship with Victoria.
It made me feel very bad that Victoria's character was judged and many people turned their backs on her, fortunately her brother supported her in her mistake, but it made me feel very sad how in reality many people who make mistakes are abandoned, that is very cruel.
As well as how horrible and disgusting prejudice is and the damage it causes, I personally find this series very rich in nuances about how an apparent villain is just a human being in pain and ignorance, but then you also have in the story (novel) a cruel and inquisitive society ready to destroy anyone who does not follow its rules, which does not help its members to solve their problems or misunderstandings in a kinder way.
It made me reflect (from my understanding at the moment is) a lot how in general in social groups it is easier to be kind and loving to those who are similar to oneself, that seems very easy to me, it does not require an effort in cultivating true compassion and understanding.
And a bit defensive or silence towards those who are different or represent something or a part that is different from oneself, although sometimes, can be a possibility, it could also be wrong assumptions about the other, but perhaps they could be rooted in the way we interpret or perceive the other.
Overall, I feel that these stories helped me understand my husband, and have given me a fascinating and complex perspective on relationships in general.
One of the very marked things that I have found is how in the middle of 1800, women (although it was certainly a disadvantage for the open minded and free women of that time) found an acceptance as "wives" and "mothers", as their role in the society.
It made me think a lot how I was educated in my family environment rather to study a career and have a "successful" job, in no way being a wife and having children was part of my perspectives when I was 20 years old, on the contrary, that was rather seen as women who cut their way to "success" in some career or "money-job", who became pregnant very young.
I think that was one of the causes of a kind of depression that I discovered not too far ago, it is hard to see the programs work, it leaves a bit of sadness.
This is just something that comes to me from what you say, sorry if it's out of place.
It is incredible how these novels bring out so many feelings, mainly this last one gave me a low mood, a mini depression, it made me remember my breakup and separation from a relationship 10 years ago.
About forgiveness, it makes me think about my own interpretation of it, it is if we could be a little more gentle with ourselves, the strong experience or pain that causes us to relate to others, could be a way to form a more lasting memory in the soul of who we are by forming consciousness, somehow you remember more when it hurts.
In "The Madness of Viscount Atherbourne" it made me think a lot about all the layers of prejudice, programs and ignorance mixed with pain, it caused me a bit of a stomach ache near the end where the climax of the drama is about to be resolved, when Lucien Wyatt discovers that all those years of hatred for another man and his family had somehow been wrong, and almost the break up of his marriage- relationship with Victoria.
It made me feel very bad that Victoria's character was judged and many people turned their backs on her, fortunately her brother supported her in her mistake, but it made me feel very sad how in reality many people who make mistakes are abandoned, that is very cruel.
As well as how horrible and disgusting prejudice is and the damage it causes, I personally find this series very rich in nuances about how an apparent villain is just a human being in pain and ignorance, but then you also have in the story (novel) a cruel and inquisitive society ready to destroy anyone who does not follow its rules, which does not help its members to solve their problems or misunderstandings in a kinder way.
It made me reflect (from my understanding at the moment is) a lot how in general in social groups it is easier to be kind and loving to those who are similar to oneself, that seems very easy to me, it does not require an effort in cultivating true compassion and understanding.
And a bit defensive or silence towards those who are different or represent something or a part that is different from oneself, although sometimes, can be a possibility, it could also be wrong assumptions about the other, but perhaps they could be rooted in the way we interpret or perceive the other.
Overall, I feel that these stories helped me understand my husband, and have given me a fascinating and complex perspective on relationships in general.
One of the very marked things that I have found is how in the middle of 1800, women (although it was certainly a disadvantage for the open minded and free women of that time) found an acceptance as "wives" and "mothers", as their role in the society.
It made me think a lot how I was educated in my family environment rather to study a career and have a "successful" job, in no way being a wife and having children was part of my perspectives when I was 20 years old, on the contrary, that was rather seen as women who cut their way to "success" in some career or "money-job", who became pregnant very young.
I think that was one of the causes of a kind of depression that I discovered not too far ago, it is hard to see the programs work, it leaves a bit of sadness.
Hi Jo Bugman, about the paragraph above that you comment, thank you for sharing, what a fascinating complexity, I feel that sometimes we put our hearts in the wrong places and it is hard to realize, perhaps, it could be that the other person (girlfriend or boyfriend) is not totally bad, as a person, for hurting us or break our "illusions", it could be that it's just that we're with the wrong person.Staying on the topic of forgiveness in posts above by Mariama and Lys, after finishing Slightly Tempted I realized I never really thought about the books in that way. I thought the point was to learn lessons of love but forgiveness specifically never popped into my mind. I made a previous post about how the ladies of the stories refusing marriage to the male would agitate me, and I think I realize why.
I once knew a beautiful woman I loved so much, the first woman I ever showed my love to. Despite jumping through every hoop I could imagine, she just would not say yes to me, making me feel unwanted, not good enough, and I never truly realized till now I was angry at her for refusing. She did many things to hurt me, sometime unconscious, other times purposely to push me away but I always stuck around because I loved her and I didn't want to let her go. I was angry that despite how open we were to each other, and how much she meant to me, that she was unwilling to take the next step in the relationship. She was my best friend, the only person I've ever opened myself up to and her rejection made me feel like there is little value to try again.
But at what point does love turn into possession? Because if I truly love her, I would respect her decision, I wouldn't try to force a change. We get angry when our expectations don't match reality,
This is just something that comes to me from what you say, sorry if it's out of place.
It is incredible how these novels bring out so many feelings, mainly this last one gave me a low mood, a mini depression, it made me remember my breakup and separation from a relationship 10 years ago.
About forgiveness, it makes me think about my own interpretation of it, it is if we could be a little more gentle with ourselves, the strong experience or pain that causes us to relate to others, could be a way to form a more lasting memory in the soul of who we are by forming consciousness, somehow you remember more when it hurts.