Having finished reading Girl with a Pearl Earring yesterday, I felt slightly vexed--why did it end like that! In fact, when I was about half way I already noticed bits that reminded me Hardy's Tess. Tess is great, and having been able to remind me of Hardy, Tracy Chevalier did a rather good job (the characterization isn't perfect tho). I'm hard to please.
Shakespeare's contemporaries probably weren't all that excited about plays that referred to so much of tales&history previously told by the earlier literary generation. We probably think he did it well re-telling others' original stuff, because we're instilled in our minds some bias of 4 centuries' praises. Classics isn't necessarily the synonym of goodies.
With music I feel different. It's ok Manic Street Preachers and The Seahorses sound like Mercury Rev, and it's fine Muse is like Radiohead; with people it's different: a reminds me of b, I like c because he's like d, and e loves me because I'm like f. But it's not OK that Tess has come back haunting my reading experience when I read a contemporary novel...
Goodbye Griet with the pearl earring, and Hello, Dorian Gray... (don't think Wilde will ever disappoint me...)
What are you reading now before sleep? at lunch? in the bath? while having your cup of cappucino alone?