Book Beginnings is a meme hosted by Rose City Reader. Share the first sentence (or so) of a book you are currently reading, along with your initial thoughts and impressions about the sentence or book. Remember to include the title of the book and the author AND link up at the Rose City Reader
On the first Monday of the month of April, 1625, the market town of Meung, in which the author of Romance of the Rose was born, appeared to be in as perfect a state of revolution as if the Huguenots had made a second La Rochelle of it. Many citizens, seeing the women flying toward the High Street, leaving their children crying at the open doors, hastened to don the cuirass, and supporting their somewhat uncertain courage with a musket or a partisan, directed their steps toward the hostelry of the Jolly Miller, before which was gathered, increasing every minute, a compact group, vociferous and full of curiosity.
I'm reading The Three Musketeers for a reading challenge. My first experience with Dumas was The Count of Monte Cristo, which I absolutely loved--an all-time favorite. So I'm thinking I'll probably enjoy this one too. I'm barely into chapter three, but I like it so far.
First, as you may have noticed, this beginning is very long, and it's all of two sentences! I know the trend will continue, so I'm prepared to deal with this. Second, the beginning has some references that I was unfamiliar with, so I looked them up:
- The Romance of the Rose, also known as La Roman de la Rose, is a medieval french poem keeping with the tradition of courtly love, that was started by Guillame de Lorris in 1237. The poem was left incomplete, but received additions written by Jean de Meun. I'm assuming de Meun came from the market town mentioned above in the beginning. His addition talks about dreams and visions and sent me on a google search for Macrobius and The Dream of Scipio.
- The Huguenots and La Rochelle....I don't know about you, but I'm a little rusty on my European history. But this metaphor makes perfect sense when put into perspective.
Lastly, those townspeople are the nosiest I've ever heard of. They are beyond curious, if you ask me.