The Crucible by Arthur Miller: A Book Review

Crucible Pic I wish Arthur Miller had put his ideas of witchcraft into different style, or into a play that does not appear enigmatic- the way I find it. The structures of the sentences as well as the plots and settings are beyond me. It takes me time to bend my mind to or assimilate it. Perhaps I could not concentrate on reading it at that time. (laughs) Otherwise, I would have liked it as many as three stars .

If you anatomize its literary value, you would end up realizing how brilliant Arthur Miller was. ( Thanks to Wikipedia and other secondary sources. ) He ruminated on how he was going to put his ideas into an allegorical play about McCarthyism . He used rhetorical devices , particularly a strong language and historical background which are the undertones of the things or big wigs involved in the issue. So, if it is played on stage, it could be quizzical for the audience. But alas, it may be now falling out of fashion or not going to be a hit since it happened in 1956. In addition, its original title was THE FAMILIAR SPIRITS then was changed into THE CRUCIBLE which is perfect to limn the conditions of the accused communists, subject to political harassment imposed by McCarthy administration. Literally, the word” crucible” means a container in which metals or other substances are subjected to high temperatures. Therefore, all the characters , metaphorically speaking, are subjected to the heat of the surrounding situation as are the main protagonists, who refuse to take their moral standards back . This situation is allegorical to the accused communists at that time.

If I ignore its allegorical purpose, I want to interpret it in a sense that the book or play depicts how narrow-minded the Catholic Church then against customs they found devilish such as doing black magic . As far as I knew , it is written in history that people accused of being witches in Salem then were executed by self-righteous church leaders and townspeople, for witches were believed to have been possessed by devils as described in the book, or for witches were believed to have posed a big danger to Christendom. The ridiculous fact is that people accused of witchcraft are still doomed and killed nowadays. For instance, in the Philippines, when one is accused of being a witch or mambabarang in Filipino , people kill her/him by stoning to death or immolating. Sometimes, the house is burned to the ground. For crying out loud! As I always believe, the crux of all problems is IGNORANCE. Thus, this play is a perfect religious lampoon in the modern era.

Rating: 1/ 5 stars

Why 1 star? Because I did some backward somersaults on the floor until I finished it.

I cannot! I cannot! I cannot! @_@

Guilty Pleasure ( Diary of a Book Addict #1

I am sick. I am diagnosed with a chronic illness only bookworms can understand , how and what  it feels like. For sure, if you find it out,  you might bubble an idea of idiosyncrasies.

I am sick. Whenever I drop into  my favorite stomping ground,  it takes me time to decide whether I should buy the ones  I have dug out  from the mountain of books. Thinking about the moral consequences I could face in the future. How much do I still have in my  purse? Have I checked the list of the monthly fees  I   have to get by on? Could I sacrifice allotting my little stipend ? My brain is undecided, up in the air. One at  a time, another thoughts dictating to my  vulture  brain , saturated with guilty pleasures. It wants to wolf down on a genre : Galileo’s Daughter. Shit! It is  a historical non-fiction. I love such genre. Restless, I looked around, paging through the books, peering at their spines , assuming an air of pretense that I wanted to buy them. I was in a dilemma of choosing what is right or wrong. Then…then…then..somewhere the darkest  corner of  my mind comes the  sound , “ Get on with it!You are gonna finish another one.” Here we go! putting back the book.  Haist! Here it goes again.  A guilty feeling   is coming over me. My mind and conscience are engaging in a dispute.

Good grief! (sighs)