In grade six a friend once asked me if I would jump off a cliff to save a book. Without a moment’s hesitation, I said yes. With the benefit of hindsight, yes, it is pretty silly (depending on the book and the fall perhaps?), but I think it highlights the over-protective instinct I have with my books. I keep them in absolute mint condition. I can’t so much as dog-ear the page of a beaten up library book. Paired with the OCD I have, annotating in my books just isn’t for me.
Hopefully this is not a bad thing, and I do take copious notes to make up for it, notes about everything. Attached are photos of my notes on The Rape of Lucrece. As ghastly as the poem’s subject is, I am really enjoying reading it, and as you can see, my notes are about a lot of different things. I ask a lot of questions that I cannot always answer, why characters do things, why they think they can get away with things or justify them in their minds, what the author would think of the events. As a lover of beautiful descriptions often I will just write images that I find beautiful or words that are strung together beautifully. I look for foreshadowing and motifs, different patterns. I make notes on the choice of words, the connotations that I bring to a text that might change the meaning of what I am reading.
In this first reading of The Rape of Lucrece, I kept noticing the pattern of Lucrece being compared to both a field (particularly a field with lots of flowers) and also a fortressed city, both of which suggested to me that her body is literally a battleground. It made me think a lot about the tragic fact that rape is often used as a weapon.
As sad as the poem is, Shakespeare writes masterfully, and has given me a lot to think about and work with.