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I mostly enjoyed it, some parts were funny, some less, I felt pity ans awe for the main character. However, it did not appeal to me that much so I decided not too invest more hours in it.

Next classic on my list is Les Liaisons dangereuses. View all 12 comments. If you're into stuff like this, you can read the full review.

When he speaks we are If you're into stuff like this, you can read the full review. When he speaks we are inclined to share his world view. And then Cervantes reminds us of what a ridiculous figure he is and undermines the effect.

Until Quixote opens his mouth again. This happens again and again - until we end up seeing the novel - and the world - in two incompatible ways at once.

View all 16 comments. The truth may be stretched thin, but it never breaks, and it always surfaces above lies, as oil floats on water.

I've not felt such a sense of accomplishment in finishing a book since I closed the cover on Ulysses 15 months ago.

Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes has been called the Bible of humanity and the universal novel. After having read it, I believe this to be true.

Published in , this two-part book is the work of fiction that single-handedly created modern Western storytelling. Or is the world not so mundane?

As he travels, he meets royalty and clergy, rich and poor, fellow-travelers and the working classes. Throughout, he is accompanied by Sancho Panza, who is quite his opposite: a realist who sees life as it is but who is too kindhearted to go about forcing his views on others.

Sancho is especially admirable in this regard, because if indeed Don Quixote is great, it is a greatness the world does not recognize.

The world Cervantes creates reflects the cross-section of a society moving from one world toward another, a world which is incapable of recognizing either itself or others because societal standards are changing.

Cervantes seems to be concerned about this changing and societal flux. The glorious truths of dogmatic religion and romantic chivalry may or may not work in the practical world where money, power, and pragmatism are what really matter.

In the pragmatic world, shrewdness, power, wealth, gender, and youth matter. Noble values are ridiculous and pitiable at best, dangerous at worst, and ugly realities whatever way one looks at them.

The question here is Don Quixote a great soul in a small, mean-spirited, cruel world? Is Cervantes on the side of his hero?

Or does he really think there is bliss in avoiding ideals and the written spiritual and romantic books which indoctrinate? I don't have an answer to this.

Neither I think did Cervantes. Cervantes writes about his time and about the Spanish character, but he also writes about human nature, universal hopes, general historical and social factors.

Whatever one thinks of Don Quixote, this extremely long novel is a classic that should be read by all who treasure brilliant literature.

This review feels incomplete, but I think it's best that way. Oct 29, J. The line between wisdom and madness is flipped on its head over and over.

Published in and , Don Quixote still amazes! While reading the first part gets the reader most of the iconic scenes from this work most will recognize Don Quixote battling windmills, or mistaking a peasant for a lady, for instance , a complete read turns Don Quixote and Sancho into old friends that is consequently enjoyable and satisfying.

Don Quixote is unable to revive the age of chivalry in 16th century Spain. Already, living according to these codes is antiquated. It is a dubious fame for which he and Sancho are continuously pranked.

The message is clear for me in this part: Is it better to believe in something and see life as an adventure or not be fooled?

So much could be said. This is admittedly a long read, but very worthwhile! View 2 comments. Sep 27, Apatt rated it it was amazing Shelves: classics , fave-classics , favorites.

It made the journeys very pleasant and I barely notice the dull sceneries as they go by. The journey of Don Quixote and his trusty squire Sancho Panza is much more vivid and enjoyable.

I had my doubts about the basic premise of this book. A crazy old guy with a Buzz Lightyear-like delusion travels through Spain with a peasant sidekick.

How did the author manage to fill a thousand or so pages with that? Would the joke not have worn thin to the point of implosion by the end of the book?

Ironically these doubts attract me toward the book rather than repel me. Not being a cat I quite like indulging my curiosity.

The book got off to a rocky start for me with a bunch of sonnets in the first chapter which nearly unmanned me and send me running, but once I am done with them it was pretty much plain sailing all the way.

A two months voyage if you will. While reading the first five or so chapters, I did get the feeling that the story is rather repetitious, basically just one misadventure after another.

Don Q traveling across the land, making a public nuisance of himself, and Sancho going along in the hope of financial gains. However, as I read on these characters do come alive and begin to seem like old friends, to the extent that I was quite happy just to tag along and see what nonsense they get up to.

The basic routine seems to be that the duo travel along with no set destination, come across some people minding their own business, and half the time mistaking them for enemies, giants or wizards, start messing with them and consequently get their asses kicked.

I expected to be tired of such shenanigan well before the end of the book but the author seems well aware of this possibility and switches gear with the narrative as the story progress.

Various colorful characters enter and leave the novel providing needed variation from just Don Q and his antics. Don Quixote mistaking a windmill for a Japanese mecha.

Don Quixote is not like any lunatic I have ever seen or heard about. While his insanity is relentless it also seems to be oddly systematic or deliberate.

He can speak eloquently and sensibly about all kinds of things until he or somebody else shoehorns in the subject of knight errantry then his dementia comes into full display.

Sancho Panza, the Robin to his Batty Man, is no less anomalous. His IQ seems to fluctuate with no discernible pattern, plus he is a proverbs machine, with none of the proverbs ever suited to the occasion.

Consequently, many of the new characters that are introduced in this part of the book know immediately who they are and often help to facilitate their madness just for kicks.

Much hilarity ensues. Toward the end, I did feel that the book is rather overwritten and I imagined that the job of abridging this book probably is not all that hard as it seems fairly obvious which chapters could easy be jettisoned.

However, once I arrived at the poignant final chapter felt a feeling of regret that I have to leave these two crazy buggers now. Looks like a reread in printed format is in order.

Maybe I will read it in the Batcave. View all 39 comments. Shelves: literature , fiction-finished.

I'll be the first to admit it: I'm a fan of popular fiction. I desire enjoyment from certain factors of pacing and style that the literary elite consider "common" and I, in turn, generally find "literature" to be incredibly pretentious.

This has led me to hold what some might consider "uncultured" opinions about various great works. Which brings us to Don Quixote, which many in the literary elite consider to be the greatest novel ever written.

Did I love Don Quixote? I wouldn't go that far. Does i I'll be the first to admit it: I'm a fan of popular fiction. Does it deserve to be called the greatest novel ever written?

I'm willing to put it on the short list. By rights, it should be like so much other "classic literature:" dense, slow, utterly irrelevant to modern life, and soporific.

Instead, it's dense, slow, engaging, and surprisingly relevant. Cervantes manages, almost continuously, to be clever in ways that transcend the year gap and resonate with us now.

There's no question that adapting to the writing style of that era is a challenge, and Don Quixote will be slow going to readers accustomed to modern pop fiction.

But most intelligent readers will consider this a price worth paying. Why Don Quixote still works stems largely from its having taken the formulas of "heroic knighthood" which we are still vaguely familiar with as legend today and showing it to be cartoonish and absurd.

Despite the cultural gap, modern readers will still get the gist of the parody, even if they haven't read the chivalric literature that it is an explicit parody of.

The other reason the story works is because, strangely, we find ourselves continuously at odds with the author over the character of Don Quixote himself.

We are told, at every turn, that Quixote is a fool, a madman, and a sinner. Cervantes breaks from the traditional role of a passive narrator to make constant judgment on Quixote's failures and flaws.

And because we see Quixote so maligned by both his own author and everyone in the book, we as the reader fall in love with him.

By writing a book about a dreamer with unassailable ideals but using the narrative voice of a vitriolic cynic, Cervantes forces us to stand up for the nobility and purity that Quixote achieves.

Cervantes has, in effect, martyred his own protagonist in such a dramatic way that it falls to the reader to elevate Quixote to the status of saint.

And any book that can pull that off is worth the difficult prose. View all 6 comments. This was two years ago. I had just toured the palace—one of the finest in Spain—and was about to explore the French gardens, modeled after those in Versailles, when I encountered the gift shop.

Normally I do not buy anything in gift shops, since half of it is rubbish and all of it is overpriced. But this book, this particular volume, called out to me and I obeyed.

It was a foolish purchase—not only because I paid gift-shop prices, but because my Spanish was not anywhere near the level I needed to read it.

And at the time, I had no idea I would be staying in Spain for so long. There was a very good chance, in other words, that I would never be able to tackle this overpriced brick with Bible-thin pages.

At least I left myself some hope. Even with this crutch, and even with an additional two years of living in Spain, this book was a serious challenge.

I know many Spaniards, even well-read ones, who have never successfully made it through El Quijote for this very reason or so they allege.

Trapiello has done the Spanish-speaking world a great service, then, since he has successfully made El Quijote as accessible as it would have been to its first readers, while preserving the instantly recognizable Cervantine style.

And while I can see why purists would object to this defacement of hallowed beauty, I would counter that, if ever there were a book to painlessly enjoy, it is El Quijote.

Now, undeniably something is lost in the transition. It is also worth noting how similar the two are; Trapiello has taken care to change only what he must.

Onward to the book itself. But I hesitate. The more I contemplate this book, the more I think that a critic must be as daft as the don and as simple as his squire to think he can get to the bottom of it.

Cervantes was either extremely muddle-headed or fantastically subtle, since this book resists any definite conclusions you may try to wring from its pages.

It is as if a New Yorker cartoonist accidentally doodled Guernica. He is the only author I know who can produce scorn and admiration in the same sentence.

He is able to ruthlessly make fun of everything under the sun, while in the same moment praising them to the heavens.

The book itself embodies this paradox: for it is at once the greatest rejection of chivalric romance and its greatest embodiment—an adventure tale that laughs at adventure tales.

There is no question that Cervantes finds the old don ridiculous, and he makes us agree with him; yet by the end, Quijote is more heroic than Sir Galahad himself.

The central question the book asks is whether idealism is noble or silly. The Knight of the Sorrowful Countenance is an undeniably hilarious figure.

But do we laugh at his expense, or at our own? Is his idealism pathetic, or is it our realism? The book resists both horns of this dilemma, until finally we must conclude that we are all—dreamers and realists alike—equally ridiculous.

For we all reside in a social world whose rules only exist in our beliefs and in our actions, a world which we create but do not design. It is only Quijote who seems to realize however unconsciously that, by changing the script, we can recreate the world.

And he does. By the time we get to Part Two, everyone is playing along with Quijote. Even so, I am not able to go so far as Miguel de Unamuno, and consider Quijote a sort of messiah.

For Quijote truly is out of touch, and frequently gets pummeled for it. And even when his fantasy inspires others to play along, and to help him create his new world, they never do so for disinterested reasons.

Some, including Sancho, play along for gain; others do so to control or to help Quijote; and most do it just to have some fun at his expense.

This is the dilemma faced by all revolutionaries: they have the vision to see a better world, the courage to usher it in with their actions, and the charisma to inspire others to follow them; but most worldlings chose to play along for ulterior motives, not for ideals; and so the new world becomes as corrupt as the old one.

Much of the greatness of this book lays in the relationship between the don and his squire. Few friendships in literature are so heartwarming.

Of course, Sancho is not free from ulterior motives, either. There is the island he is to rule over. But the longer the story goes on, the more Sancho believes in his master, and the less he pursues material gain.

We are relieved to see that, when finally offered his island, the squire comes running back to the don in a matter of days. As the only two inhabitants of their new world, as the only two actors in their play, they are homeless without one another.

When together, on the other hand, even close friends and lovers never seem to communicate perfectly, but talk past each other, or talk for their own benefit, or simply show off.

But don Quijote and Sancho Panza are most truly themselves when they are with each other; they draw one another out and spur one another on; they ceaselessly bicker while remaining absolutely loyal; they quibble and squabble while understanding one another perfectly.

Though they begin as polar opposites, the squire and the knight influence one another as the story progresses, eventually coming to resemble one another.

This beats Romeo and Juliet by a league. What strikes most contemporary readers of this ur-novel is its modernity. Formally, Cervantes is far more daring than his Victorian successors.

This leads to self-referential tricks worthy of the coolest postmodernist: the duo encountering readers of the prequels and commenting on their own portrayal.

The gap opened up by these tricks is what gives Cervantes room to be so delightfully ambiguous. As the authorship is called into question, and as the characters—who are imaginative actors to begin with—become aware of themselves as characters, the sense of a guiding intelligence crafting the story becomes ever more tenuous.

The final irony, then, is that this self-referential irony does not undermine the reality of the story, but only reinforces it.

These are mostly confined to Part One, wherein Cervantes inserts several short novelas that have, for the most part, aged poorly. At the time there was, apparently, a craze for pastoral love stories involving shepherds and shepherdesses, which nowadays is soppy sentimental trash.

One must also admit that Cervantes was a very mediocre poet, so the verse scattered throughout these pages can safely be skipped.

Part Two is also far sadder. And this is the last ambiguity: the reader can never fully decide whether to laugh or cry.

Tragedy and comedy are blended so deeply together that no emotional response seems adequate. I still have not decided with any certainty how I feel or what I think about this book.

To reach the end is unbearable. Don Quijote should live eternal life. And he will. Jan 07, James rated it really liked it Shelves: 4-written-preth-century , 1-fiction.

A few interesting facts: 1 The book was originally written in Spanish, 2 I read an English translation as when I attempted to read the Spanish, between the changes in language over years and my own limitations of the language at the time I read it, 3 this is considered one of the first "modern" novels and 4 all the great writers in the 19th century looked to this novel and aut Book Review 4 out of 5 stars to Don Quixote , written around by Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra.

A few interesting facts: 1 The book was originally written in Spanish, 2 I read an English translation as when I attempted to read the Spanish, between the changes in language over years and my own limitations of the language at the time I read it, 3 this is considered one of the first "modern" novels and 4 all the great writers in the 19th century looked to this novel and author as the person whose footsteps they should be following in So many forget about it now, think of it as just some non-American book, a romance story or a play or film they watched.

It started as a great Spanish novel -- I'm only being funny with my little attitude here -- that influenced the entire world.

If you haven't read it, you should definitely give it a chance. From romance to solid friendships, to travels and cultural experiences, this book tells of life's greatest pleasures and all the emotions that come with it.

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I was in the fifth grade, devouring The Hardy Boys and Chip Hilton, on the cusp of adolescence, when a nun put this in my hands. Holding the thickness, I wondered at the malicious minds that devised new tortures for parochial education.

But soon, a few chapters in, the world turned for me, colors changed; things and people, I realized, were not what they seemed. So, when I smile softly, or bristle instead, at the passing panoply, the quotidian things in life, it's because long ago someone laid C I was in the fifth grade, devouring The Hardy Boys and Chip Hilton, on the cusp of adolescence, when a nun put this in my hands.

So, when I smile softly, or bristle instead, at the passing panoply, the quotidian things in life, it's because long ago someone laid Cervantes on my desk.

Yes, there are faces in the clouds but not everyone sees them. When you're next stopped at a light, turn up your car radio, and match the baselines to the variety of walkers, even if they don't know they're dancing.

Mar 23, Jr Bacdayan rated it really liked it. But Don Quixote was quite perplexed. This madman is providing mirth to weary travellers and rebuke to infidels.

Sancho was taken aback. Thou knowest thy servant is not the most well-mannered squire in the world, but my drolleries and proverbs are what I consider my bread and butter as the proverb states tis better to eat bread than pretend to eat cake.

And to think I have taken this smack all for a madman! Thou stringeth proverbs as a noose around thy neck.

I shall be thy hangman if thou wilt not shut thy mouth. Thou should learn to put a lid on thy pot as tis better to be safe than sorry. Sancho was scared out of his wits and immediately fell off of Dapple and hid behind a large boulder praying to the virgin and to all the saints, rosary in hand.

Don Quixote however, being the valiant knight-errant, was delighted by such a spectacle and filled his head with thoughts of an adventure of grand proportions.

When the smoke cleared, they chanced upon one of the rarest sights of this adventure. For what greeted Don Quixote and cowardly Sancho was a metal contraption that had four wheels, much like a cart, but no mule or oxen in front.

Inside a hollow space covered in front by glass was a man in a queer-fashioned attire. He was no devil, you dimwit!

Granted, he was no Christian either by his attire, so I should think it not a sin to kill him. But I would have fancied learning more about him and his contraption.

But he was so charmed by the weird contraption that he unmounted Rocinante and went inside it. Sancho was moved by fear for his master and entered the contraption with him in order to plead that they burn it and ask forgiveness from the virgin for being so un-catholic.

Don Quixote however would do no such thing and was delighted by the panels and colorful buttons on the dashboard. Being a knight-errant has its perks and one of them being fearless curiosity; he pressed the buttons and hit the gas.

Before Sancho could say ten hail-marys, they were speeding on the road and the contraption making all sorts of sounds.

Tis faster than Rocinante and Dapple combined! Then everything seemed to fade and they were blinded and deafened and out of sync. In a moment, they recovered from being disoriented and were given such a surprise as to what they saw.

In front of them was glorious medieval battle being fought. Meanwhile, Don Quixote encountered a valiant opponent.

For Scotland! Before long, as great men tend to be drawn and aware of greatness, the two opponents squared together.

He gave another blow and hit the man in the head and the man fell. Everybody stopped moving. But if everybody stopped fighting then he must have been a knight of great reputation.

I command you all to pay your respects to the Lady Dulcinea del Toboso and recount to her this great story of valor and conquest under the oath of knight-errantry.

That is all. The faces of the men were filled with anger and they gave him smacks and cudgels and his state was such a sorry one that he would have gone to his Maker, had not Sancho intervened, hauled him into the car and started the contraption to escape the angry mob.

It was just then, when they were speeding away that Sancho noticed the weird boxes with lenses that surrounded the scene and the chairs and tables filled with victuals that were spread out.

Then it happened again. Everything seemed to fade and they were blinded and deafened and out of sync, then they crashed. Don Quixote and Sancho found themselves in a weird room.

It was quite dark, they considered it might be night-time. When they could see more clearly, they were astounded by the things around them.

Ohhh, that my wife and children are left bereaved and wanting. God bless them, God forgive me. There are no cowardly clowns in hell, which is a place filled with demons, left-handed sinners, and moors.

Do not fret, for I shall ask Sancho here to make reparations for the unwanted destruction of property we have caused you. What art thou called?

It was showing a video of a cat playing the piano. Don Quixote and Sancho were both intrigued and delighted. I have never seen a species of the feline family with such gifted acumen for music.

He thought to himself that he must be in a dream or something better. Let us see if thou can clean better than I, for it is said that cleanliness is next to godliness.

So JR went to the laptop and clicked another browser tab. It displayed an awesome website and there was an unfinished writing in a language neither Don Quixote nor Sancho Panza could understand.

They were confused. But suddenly, a smile crept upon their lips, and slowly, steadily, the three of them started laughing.

Their loud laughter was heard throughout the night. View all 18 comments. The novel about novels my favorite motif of all lit is lit within lit The three voyages by Don Quixote are obvious metaphors for life and all the characters he meets along the road are romantically inclined, bored and in want of change.

Don Quixote and his squire, Sancho Panza, provide ample entertainment for them and for us, the reader. This relationship lasted pages. This relationship lasted a month and I cannot recall a single detriment.

It is structured like The Arabian Nights and The Canterbury Talesthat is, much is told of the character telling the story, and of his or her potential madness or sanity.

There is a world established here, and did it actually occur? The characters fall into apocrypha and then into stark reality. It is no mistake that Cervantes foretold what the two adventurers realize at about page they will be famous for all time and their images shall be ingrained everywhere.

Don Quixote and Sancho Panza are immortal in Spain and can be seen pretty much in every town traversed. That fiction merges with history, that the book is self consious and post modern I say the book is about love because everyone suffers from the disease: Don Quixote loves his tales of knight errantry, and his own views of chivalry clash with those of the folks he meets.

He is progressively antiquarian. Sancho is in love with his master, has a very stable view on life he attains the title of governor and insists, ten days later, to quit and continue his life with his knight and talking in proverbs he displays, until Book II of course, a wisdom that has obviously evolved, like the story, like the character, like the reader.

Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, may be the beginning of slapstick. This is regarded as one of the greatest novels of all time, and in a universal group.

Written in two parts, the second written and published ten years after the first, the second part more serious, and is in a different style.

Though perhaps more jocular, t Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, may be the beginning of slapstick. Though perhaps more jocular, the first part is inferior to the second, perhaps Cervantes had matured as a writer and had gotten better.

Still, for a year-old novel, it remains somewhat timeless. A good book. Don Quixote is a massive, complex work. At its centre is the familiar comical farce of a delusional hidalgo and his squire, from which foundation Cervantes finds room for a multitude of philosophical and psychological digressions, uncovering themes and implications so wide-ranging as to defy concise encapsulation.

Foremost is the likable character of Don Quixote himself, whose blend of intellect and delusion is something familiar to us.

Don Quixote speaks to the power of fantasy, and we are symp Don Quixote is a massive, complex work. Don Quixote speaks to the power of fantasy, and we are sympathetic towards his desire to do good and to strive for something greater than himself.

But his character also hints at the potentially damaging capacity of self-deception as an isolating container for ideology, and an engine for misguided action.

There is something of David Foster Wallace in Cervantes' conflicted esteem and criticism of this double-edged potential of entertainment the analogy of chivalry romances being the TV of their time being hopefully not too much of a stretch.

I was surprised at how quickly I was drawn into Don Quixote , though after the first few episodes I was skeptical that the simple premise would be able to sustain such a lengthy work without becoming tiresome or repetitive.

But I believe maintaining the engagement of the reader was at the forefront of Cervantes's mind, as he is constantly playful and inventive, moving first in the direction of more complex and involved plots, then to deeper explorations of his characters, and to wider societal and philosophical considerations.

Surprisingly, through much of the latter half of the First Part , Don Quixote himself is largely absent from or tangential to the plot.

But perhaps the most striking and unexpectedly progressive element of the novel is its meta-fictional aspect: the way it plays with perspective and authorship, and blends and contrasts fact and fiction.

Don Quixote , which depicts a fictional world, is acknowledged also as an artifact of the real world, which is then inserted back into the fictional world - all of which has strange implications for those living in both.

As described within the novel, authorship is split between the narrator presumably Cervantes and at least three other authors, in addition to a fifth author of an alternative, "unauthorised" version of the Second Part of Don Quixote.

Though the first three are understood as fictional, the last is in fact real, and the alternative Second Part was actually published in Cervantes' lifetime, and is likely to have motivated him to write the "official" version.

The implications of "true" and "false" versions of fictional narratives is brilliantly and humourously explored throughout the Second Part. The novel itself never relinquishes its own veracity.

However in my opinion, the Second Part 's preoccupation with meta-fiction detracted from its storytelling. While the plot of the First Part had moved progressively towards a "novelistic" structure containing an overarching narrative with subplots, the Second Part regressed to a more traditional, episodic format.

Additionally, the plot of the Second Part relied heavily on deceptions created by other characters who were, like the reader, "in on the joke", in order to provoke amusing responses from Quixote and Sancho.

I felt something was lost of the purity and authenticity of their adventures through these contrived manipulations. The consistency and realism also suffered in the Second Part , as certain actions of characters became noticeably incongruous to their personalities.

Sancho's wisdom in governance, for example, is amusing in its irony when contrasted with his ordinary foolishness, but it is out of place with his character and undermines any serious analysis of his development.

Though Don Quixote is generally recognised as the first "great novel", I'm not convinced it is correct to call it a novel the precise definition of which I am finding difficult to pin down.

It certainly does not feel like a modern novel. Character development is not its driving force so much as humour and satire, and despite some moves towards a narrative arc, it retains a meandering, episodic structure which does not seek resolution.

These elements seem to align Don Quixote more with literature's past than its future, though it is clearly a work which strives to free itself from tradition, and succeeds in breaking a lot of new ground.

View all 10 comments. A note on translation The spiritual atmosphere of a Spain already in steep decline can be felt throughout, thanks to the heightened quality of her diction.

Grossman might be called the Glenn Gould of translators, because she, too, articulates every note. Reading her amazing mode of finding equivalents in English for Cervante A note on translation Reading her amazing mode of finding equivalents in English for Cervantes's darkening vision is an entrance into a further understanding of why this great book contains within itself all the novels that have followed in its sublime wake.

I was so free with him as not to mince the matter. Don Quixote. They can expect nothing but their labour for their pains.

As ill-luck would have it. Part i. Book i. The brave man carves out his fortune, and every man is the son of his own works. Which I have earned with the sweat of my brows.

Can we ever have too much of a good thing? The charging of his enemy was but the work of a moment. And had a face like a blessing.

Book ii. It is a true saying that a man must eat a peck of salt with his friend before he knows him. Fortune leaves always some door open to come at a remedy.

Fair and softly goes far. Let me leap out of the frying-pan into the fire; Don Quixote. You are taking the wrong sow by the ear.

Bell, book, and candle. Let the worst come to the worst. You are come off now with a whole skin. Fear is sharp-sighted, and can see things under ground, and much more in the skies.

Ill-luck, you know, seldom comes alone. Why do you lead me a wild-goose chase? I find my familiarity with thee has bred contempt. The more thou stir it, the worse it will be.

Now had Aurora displayed her mantle over the blushing skies, and dark night withdrawn her sable veil. Sure as a gun. Sing away sorrow, cast away care.

Thank you for nothing. After meat comes mustard; or, like money to a starving man at sea, when there are no victuals to be bought with it. Of good natural parts and of a liberal education.

Would puzzle a convocation of casuists to resolve their degrees of consanguinity. Let every man mind his own business. Murder will out.

Thou art a cat, and a rat, and a coward. It is the part of a wise man to keep himself to-day for to-morrow, and not to venture all his eggs in one basket.

The ease of my burdens, the staff of my life. I am almost frighted out of my seven senses. Let us make hay while the sun shines. It is no bread and butter of mine; every man for himself, and God for us all.

Little said is soonest mended. A close mouth catches no flies. She may guess what I should perform in the wet, if I do so much in the dry.

It will grieve me so to the heart, that I shall cry my eyes out. Delay always breeds danger. Book iv. They must needs go whom the Devil drives.

A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. More knave than fool. I can tell where my own shoe pinches me; and you must not think, sir, to catch old birds with chaff.

I never saw a more dreadful battle in my born days. Here is the devil-and-all to pay. I begin to smell a rat. I will take my corporal oath on it.

It is past all controversy that what costs dearest is, and ought to be, most valued. Chap xi. I would have nobody to control me; I would be absolute: and who but I?

Now, he that is absolute can do what he likes; he that can do what he likes can take his pleasure; he that can take his pleasure can be content; and he that can be content has no more Don Quixote.

When the head aches, all the members partake of the pain. Part ii. There are men that will make you books, and turn them loose into the world, with as much dispatch as they would do a dish of fritters.

Every man is as Heaven made him, and sometimes a great deal worse. Spare your breath to cool your porridge.

There is a remedy for all things but death, which will be sure to lay us out flat some time or other. Are we to mark this day with a white or a black stone?

Let every man look before he leaps. The pen is the tongue of the mind. There were but two families in the world, Have-much and Have-little.

Patience, and shuffle the cards. Comparisons are odious. Tell me thy company, and I will tell thee what thou art. The proof of the pudding is in the eating.

He is as like one, as one egg is like another. You can see farther into a millstone than he. Chap xxviii. Sancho Panza by name, is my own self, if I was not changed in my cradle.

Building castles in the air, Don Quixote. It is good to live and learn. He is as mad as a March hare. I must follow him through thick and thin.

There is no love lost between us. In the night all cats are gray. All is not gold that glisters. I can look sharp as well as another, and let me alone to keep the cobwebs out of my eyes.

Honesty is the best policy. Time ripens all things. No man is born wise. A good name is better than riches. I drink when I have occasion, and sometimes when I have no occasion.

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Until I started to read the Literature Book and commit to reading more classics I haven't even thought of reading Don Quixote.

However, after I read that it was the first modern novel and other interesting trivia about it, I decided to give it a go. If I like it great, if not, I can always abandon it and read something else.

My ancient copy of the novel has 4 volumes and I finis It was fun for a while and then I got bored. My ancient copy of the novel has 4 volumes and I finished the 1st one.

While reading, I recognized the book's merit, that some of its structure was before its time, that so many authors were influenced by it etc.

I mostly enjoyed it, some parts were funny, some less, I felt pity ans awe for the main character. However, it did not appeal to me that much so I decided not too invest more hours in it.

Next classic on my list is Les Liaisons dangereuses. View all 12 comments. If you're into stuff like this, you can read the full review. When he speaks we are If you're into stuff like this, you can read the full review.

When he speaks we are inclined to share his world view. And then Cervantes reminds us of what a ridiculous figure he is and undermines the effect.

Until Quixote opens his mouth again. This happens again and again - until we end up seeing the novel - and the world - in two incompatible ways at once.

View all 16 comments. The truth may be stretched thin, but it never breaks, and it always surfaces above lies, as oil floats on water.

I've not felt such a sense of accomplishment in finishing a book since I closed the cover on Ulysses 15 months ago. Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes has been called the Bible of humanity and the universal novel.

After having read it, I believe this to be true. Published in , this two-part book is the work of fiction that single-handedly created modern Western storytelling.

Or is the world not so mundane? As he travels, he meets royalty and clergy, rich and poor, fellow-travelers and the working classes.

Throughout, he is accompanied by Sancho Panza, who is quite his opposite: a realist who sees life as it is but who is too kindhearted to go about forcing his views on others.

Sancho is especially admirable in this regard, because if indeed Don Quixote is great, it is a greatness the world does not recognize.

The world Cervantes creates reflects the cross-section of a society moving from one world toward another, a world which is incapable of recognizing either itself or others because societal standards are changing.

Cervantes seems to be concerned about this changing and societal flux. The glorious truths of dogmatic religion and romantic chivalry may or may not work in the practical world where money, power, and pragmatism are what really matter.

In the pragmatic world, shrewdness, power, wealth, gender, and youth matter. Noble values are ridiculous and pitiable at best, dangerous at worst, and ugly realities whatever way one looks at them.

The question here is Don Quixote a great soul in a small, mean-spirited, cruel world? Is Cervantes on the side of his hero? Or does he really think there is bliss in avoiding ideals and the written spiritual and romantic books which indoctrinate?

I don't have an answer to this. Neither I think did Cervantes. Cervantes writes about his time and about the Spanish character, but he also writes about human nature, universal hopes, general historical and social factors.

Whatever one thinks of Don Quixote, this extremely long novel is a classic that should be read by all who treasure brilliant literature.

This review feels incomplete, but I think it's best that way. Oct 29, J. The line between wisdom and madness is flipped on its head over and over.

Published in and , Don Quixote still amazes! While reading the first part gets the reader most of the iconic scenes from this work most will recognize Don Quixote battling windmills, or mistaking a peasant for a lady, for instance , a complete read turns Don Quixote and Sancho into old friends that is consequently enjoyable and satisfying.

Don Quixote is unable to revive the age of chivalry in 16th century Spain. Already, living according to these codes is antiquated. It is a dubious fame for which he and Sancho are continuously pranked.

The message is clear for me in this part: Is it better to believe in something and see life as an adventure or not be fooled? So much could be said.

This is admittedly a long read, but very worthwhile! View 2 comments. Sep 27, Apatt rated it it was amazing Shelves: classics , fave-classics , favorites.

It made the journeys very pleasant and I barely notice the dull sceneries as they go by. The journey of Don Quixote and his trusty squire Sancho Panza is much more vivid and enjoyable.

I had my doubts about the basic premise of this book. A crazy old guy with a Buzz Lightyear-like delusion travels through Spain with a peasant sidekick.

How did the author manage to fill a thousand or so pages with that? Would the joke not have worn thin to the point of implosion by the end of the book?

Ironically these doubts attract me toward the book rather than repel me. Not being a cat I quite like indulging my curiosity. The book got off to a rocky start for me with a bunch of sonnets in the first chapter which nearly unmanned me and send me running, but once I am done with them it was pretty much plain sailing all the way.

A two months voyage if you will. While reading the first five or so chapters, I did get the feeling that the story is rather repetitious, basically just one misadventure after another.

Don Q traveling across the land, making a public nuisance of himself, and Sancho going along in the hope of financial gains.

However, as I read on these characters do come alive and begin to seem like old friends, to the extent that I was quite happy just to tag along and see what nonsense they get up to.

The basic routine seems to be that the duo travel along with no set destination, come across some people minding their own business, and half the time mistaking them for enemies, giants or wizards, start messing with them and consequently get their asses kicked.

I expected to be tired of such shenanigan well before the end of the book but the author seems well aware of this possibility and switches gear with the narrative as the story progress.

Various colorful characters enter and leave the novel providing needed variation from just Don Q and his antics.

Don Quixote mistaking a windmill for a Japanese mecha. Don Quixote is not like any lunatic I have ever seen or heard about. While his insanity is relentless it also seems to be oddly systematic or deliberate.

He can speak eloquently and sensibly about all kinds of things until he or somebody else shoehorns in the subject of knight errantry then his dementia comes into full display.

Sancho Panza, the Robin to his Batty Man, is no less anomalous. His IQ seems to fluctuate with no discernible pattern, plus he is a proverbs machine, with none of the proverbs ever suited to the occasion.

Consequently, many of the new characters that are introduced in this part of the book know immediately who they are and often help to facilitate their madness just for kicks.

Much hilarity ensues. Toward the end, I did feel that the book is rather overwritten and I imagined that the job of abridging this book probably is not all that hard as it seems fairly obvious which chapters could easy be jettisoned.

However, once I arrived at the poignant final chapter felt a feeling of regret that I have to leave these two crazy buggers now.

Looks like a reread in printed format is in order. Maybe I will read it in the Batcave. View all 39 comments. Shelves: literature , fiction-finished.

I'll be the first to admit it: I'm a fan of popular fiction. I desire enjoyment from certain factors of pacing and style that the literary elite consider "common" and I, in turn, generally find "literature" to be incredibly pretentious.

This has led me to hold what some might consider "uncultured" opinions about various great works. Which brings us to Don Quixote, which many in the literary elite consider to be the greatest novel ever written.

Did I love Don Quixote? I wouldn't go that far. Does i I'll be the first to admit it: I'm a fan of popular fiction. Does it deserve to be called the greatest novel ever written?

I'm willing to put it on the short list. By rights, it should be like so much other "classic literature:" dense, slow, utterly irrelevant to modern life, and soporific.

Instead, it's dense, slow, engaging, and surprisingly relevant. Cervantes manages, almost continuously, to be clever in ways that transcend the year gap and resonate with us now.

There's no question that adapting to the writing style of that era is a challenge, and Don Quixote will be slow going to readers accustomed to modern pop fiction.

But most intelligent readers will consider this a price worth paying. Why Don Quixote still works stems largely from its having taken the formulas of "heroic knighthood" which we are still vaguely familiar with as legend today and showing it to be cartoonish and absurd.

Despite the cultural gap, modern readers will still get the gist of the parody, even if they haven't read the chivalric literature that it is an explicit parody of.

The other reason the story works is because, strangely, we find ourselves continuously at odds with the author over the character of Don Quixote himself.

We are told, at every turn, that Quixote is a fool, a madman, and a sinner. Cervantes breaks from the traditional role of a passive narrator to make constant judgment on Quixote's failures and flaws.

And because we see Quixote so maligned by both his own author and everyone in the book, we as the reader fall in love with him.

By writing a book about a dreamer with unassailable ideals but using the narrative voice of a vitriolic cynic, Cervantes forces us to stand up for the nobility and purity that Quixote achieves.

Cervantes has, in effect, martyred his own protagonist in such a dramatic way that it falls to the reader to elevate Quixote to the status of saint.

And any book that can pull that off is worth the difficult prose. View all 6 comments. This was two years ago. I had just toured the palace—one of the finest in Spain—and was about to explore the French gardens, modeled after those in Versailles, when I encountered the gift shop.

Normally I do not buy anything in gift shops, since half of it is rubbish and all of it is overpriced. But this book, this particular volume, called out to me and I obeyed.

It was a foolish purchase—not only because I paid gift-shop prices, but because my Spanish was not anywhere near the level I needed to read it.

And at the time, I had no idea I would be staying in Spain for so long. There was a very good chance, in other words, that I would never be able to tackle this overpriced brick with Bible-thin pages.

At least I left myself some hope. Even with this crutch, and even with an additional two years of living in Spain, this book was a serious challenge.

I know many Spaniards, even well-read ones, who have never successfully made it through El Quijote for this very reason or so they allege. Trapiello has done the Spanish-speaking world a great service, then, since he has successfully made El Quijote as accessible as it would have been to its first readers, while preserving the instantly recognizable Cervantine style.

And while I can see why purists would object to this defacement of hallowed beauty, I would counter that, if ever there were a book to painlessly enjoy, it is El Quijote.

Now, undeniably something is lost in the transition. It is also worth noting how similar the two are; Trapiello has taken care to change only what he must.

Onward to the book itself. But I hesitate. The more I contemplate this book, the more I think that a critic must be as daft as the don and as simple as his squire to think he can get to the bottom of it.

Cervantes was either extremely muddle-headed or fantastically subtle, since this book resists any definite conclusions you may try to wring from its pages.

It is as if a New Yorker cartoonist accidentally doodled Guernica. He is the only author I know who can produce scorn and admiration in the same sentence.

He is able to ruthlessly make fun of everything under the sun, while in the same moment praising them to the heavens. The book itself embodies this paradox: for it is at once the greatest rejection of chivalric romance and its greatest embodiment—an adventure tale that laughs at adventure tales.

There is no question that Cervantes finds the old don ridiculous, and he makes us agree with him; yet by the end, Quijote is more heroic than Sir Galahad himself.

The central question the book asks is whether idealism is noble or silly. The Knight of the Sorrowful Countenance is an undeniably hilarious figure.

But do we laugh at his expense, or at our own? Is his idealism pathetic, or is it our realism? The book resists both horns of this dilemma, until finally we must conclude that we are all—dreamers and realists alike—equally ridiculous.

For we all reside in a social world whose rules only exist in our beliefs and in our actions, a world which we create but do not design.

It is only Quijote who seems to realize however unconsciously that, by changing the script, we can recreate the world. And he does. By the time we get to Part Two, everyone is playing along with Quijote.

Even so, I am not able to go so far as Miguel de Unamuno, and consider Quijote a sort of messiah. For Quijote truly is out of touch, and frequently gets pummeled for it.

And even when his fantasy inspires others to play along, and to help him create his new world, they never do so for disinterested reasons.

Some, including Sancho, play along for gain; others do so to control or to help Quijote; and most do it just to have some fun at his expense.

This is the dilemma faced by all revolutionaries: they have the vision to see a better world, the courage to usher it in with their actions, and the charisma to inspire others to follow them; but most worldlings chose to play along for ulterior motives, not for ideals; and so the new world becomes as corrupt as the old one.

Much of the greatness of this book lays in the relationship between the don and his squire. Few friendships in literature are so heartwarming. Of course, Sancho is not free from ulterior motives, either.

There is the island he is to rule over. But the longer the story goes on, the more Sancho believes in his master, and the less he pursues material gain.

We are relieved to see that, when finally offered his island, the squire comes running back to the don in a matter of days.

As the only two inhabitants of their new world, as the only two actors in their play, they are homeless without one another. When together, on the other hand, even close friends and lovers never seem to communicate perfectly, but talk past each other, or talk for their own benefit, or simply show off.

But don Quijote and Sancho Panza are most truly themselves when they are with each other; they draw one another out and spur one another on; they ceaselessly bicker while remaining absolutely loyal; they quibble and squabble while understanding one another perfectly.

Though they begin as polar opposites, the squire and the knight influence one another as the story progresses, eventually coming to resemble one another.

This beats Romeo and Juliet by a league. What strikes most contemporary readers of this ur-novel is its modernity.

Formally, Cervantes is far more daring than his Victorian successors. This leads to self-referential tricks worthy of the coolest postmodernist: the duo encountering readers of the prequels and commenting on their own portrayal.

The gap opened up by these tricks is what gives Cervantes room to be so delightfully ambiguous. As the authorship is called into question, and as the characters—who are imaginative actors to begin with—become aware of themselves as characters, the sense of a guiding intelligence crafting the story becomes ever more tenuous.

The final irony, then, is that this self-referential irony does not undermine the reality of the story, but only reinforces it.

These are mostly confined to Part One, wherein Cervantes inserts several short novelas that have, for the most part, aged poorly. At the time there was, apparently, a craze for pastoral love stories involving shepherds and shepherdesses, which nowadays is soppy sentimental trash.

One must also admit that Cervantes was a very mediocre poet, so the verse scattered throughout these pages can safely be skipped.

Part Two is also far sadder. And this is the last ambiguity: the reader can never fully decide whether to laugh or cry. Tragedy and comedy are blended so deeply together that no emotional response seems adequate.

I still have not decided with any certainty how I feel or what I think about this book. To reach the end is unbearable.

Don Quijote should live eternal life. And he will. Jan 07, James rated it really liked it Shelves: 4-written-preth-century , 1-fiction.

A few interesting facts: 1 The book was originally written in Spanish, 2 I read an English translation as when I attempted to read the Spanish, between the changes in language over years and my own limitations of the language at the time I read it, 3 this is considered one of the first "modern" novels and 4 all the great writers in the 19th century looked to this novel and aut Book Review 4 out of 5 stars to Don Quixote , written around by Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra.

A few interesting facts: 1 The book was originally written in Spanish, 2 I read an English translation as when I attempted to read the Spanish, between the changes in language over years and my own limitations of the language at the time I read it, 3 this is considered one of the first "modern" novels and 4 all the great writers in the 19th century looked to this novel and author as the person whose footsteps they should be following in So many forget about it now, think of it as just some non-American book, a romance story or a play or film they watched.

It started as a great Spanish novel -- I'm only being funny with my little attitude here -- that influenced the entire world. If you haven't read it, you should definitely give it a chance.

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Thanks for stopping by. I was in the fifth grade, devouring The Hardy Boys and Chip Hilton, on the cusp of adolescence, when a nun put this in my hands.

Holding the thickness, I wondered at the malicious minds that devised new tortures for parochial education. But soon, a few chapters in, the world turned for me, colors changed; things and people, I realized, were not what they seemed.

So, when I smile softly, or bristle instead, at the passing panoply, the quotidian things in life, it's because long ago someone laid C I was in the fifth grade, devouring The Hardy Boys and Chip Hilton, on the cusp of adolescence, when a nun put this in my hands.

So, when I smile softly, or bristle instead, at the passing panoply, the quotidian things in life, it's because long ago someone laid Cervantes on my desk.

Yes, there are faces in the clouds but not everyone sees them. When you're next stopped at a light, turn up your car radio, and match the baselines to the variety of walkers, even if they don't know they're dancing.

Mar 23, Jr Bacdayan rated it really liked it. But Don Quixote was quite perplexed. This madman is providing mirth to weary travellers and rebuke to infidels.

Sancho was taken aback. Thou knowest thy servant is not the most well-mannered squire in the world, but my drolleries and proverbs are what I consider my bread and butter as the proverb states tis better to eat bread than pretend to eat cake.

And to think I have taken this smack all for a madman! Thou stringeth proverbs as a noose around thy neck. I shall be thy hangman if thou wilt not shut thy mouth.

Thou should learn to put a lid on thy pot as tis better to be safe than sorry. Sancho was scared out of his wits and immediately fell off of Dapple and hid behind a large boulder praying to the virgin and to all the saints, rosary in hand.

Don Quixote however, being the valiant knight-errant, was delighted by such a spectacle and filled his head with thoughts of an adventure of grand proportions.

When the smoke cleared, they chanced upon one of the rarest sights of this adventure. For what greeted Don Quixote and cowardly Sancho was a metal contraption that had four wheels, much like a cart, but no mule or oxen in front.

Inside a hollow space covered in front by glass was a man in a queer-fashioned attire. He was no devil, you dimwit!

Granted, he was no Christian either by his attire, so I should think it not a sin to kill him. But I would have fancied learning more about him and his contraption.

But he was so charmed by the weird contraption that he unmounted Rocinante and went inside it. Sancho was moved by fear for his master and entered the contraption with him in order to plead that they burn it and ask forgiveness from the virgin for being so un-catholic.

Don Quixote however would do no such thing and was delighted by the panels and colorful buttons on the dashboard. Being a knight-errant has its perks and one of them being fearless curiosity; he pressed the buttons and hit the gas.

Before Sancho could say ten hail-marys, they were speeding on the road and the contraption making all sorts of sounds.

Tis faster than Rocinante and Dapple combined! Then everything seemed to fade and they were blinded and deafened and out of sync.

In a moment, they recovered from being disoriented and were given such a surprise as to what they saw. In front of them was glorious medieval battle being fought.

Meanwhile, Don Quixote encountered a valiant opponent. For Scotland! Before long, as great men tend to be drawn and aware of greatness, the two opponents squared together.

He gave another blow and hit the man in the head and the man fell. Everybody stopped moving. But if everybody stopped fighting then he must have been a knight of great reputation.

I command you all to pay your respects to the Lady Dulcinea del Toboso and recount to her this great story of valor and conquest under the oath of knight-errantry.

That is all. The faces of the men were filled with anger and they gave him smacks and cudgels and his state was such a sorry one that he would have gone to his Maker, had not Sancho intervened, hauled him into the car and started the contraption to escape the angry mob.

It was just then, when they were speeding away that Sancho noticed the weird boxes with lenses that surrounded the scene and the chairs and tables filled with victuals that were spread out.

Then it happened again. Everything seemed to fade and they were blinded and deafened and out of sync, then they crashed.

Don Quixote and Sancho found themselves in a weird room. It was quite dark, they considered it might be night-time.

When they could see more clearly, they were astounded by the things around them. Ohhh, that my wife and children are left bereaved and wanting.

God bless them, God forgive me. There are no cowardly clowns in hell, which is a place filled with demons, left-handed sinners, and moors.

Do not fret, for I shall ask Sancho here to make reparations for the unwanted destruction of property we have caused you.

What art thou called? It was showing a video of a cat playing the piano. Don Quixote and Sancho were both intrigued and delighted.

I have never seen a species of the feline family with such gifted acumen for music. He thought to himself that he must be in a dream or something better.

Let us see if thou can clean better than I, for it is said that cleanliness is next to godliness. So JR went to the laptop and clicked another browser tab.

It displayed an awesome website and there was an unfinished writing in a language neither Don Quixote nor Sancho Panza could understand.

They were confused. But suddenly, a smile crept upon their lips, and slowly, steadily, the three of them started laughing.

Their loud laughter was heard throughout the night. View all 18 comments. The novel about novels my favorite motif of all lit is lit within lit The three voyages by Don Quixote are obvious metaphors for life and all the characters he meets along the road are romantically inclined, bored and in want of change.

Don Quixote and his squire, Sancho Panza, provide ample entertainment for them and for us, the reader. This relationship lasted pages.

This relationship lasted a month and I cannot recall a single detriment. It is structured like The Arabian Nights and The Canterbury Talesthat is, much is told of the character telling the story, and of his or her potential madness or sanity.

There is a world established here, and did it actually occur? The characters fall into apocrypha and then into stark reality.

It is no mistake that Cervantes foretold what the two adventurers realize at about page they will be famous for all time and their images shall be ingrained everywhere.

Don Quixote and Sancho Panza are immortal in Spain and can be seen pretty much in every town traversed. Sancho agrees, and after he acquires a donkey, they ride from the village, discussing the isle.

After a full day, Don Quixote and Sancho come to a field of windmills, which Don Quixote mistakes for giants. Don Quixote assures Sancho that the same enemy enchanter who has stolen his library turned the giants into windmills at the last minute.

Themes Motifs Symbols Key Facts. Page 1 Page 2 Page 3. Chapter V A laborer finds Don Quixote lying near the road and leads him home on his mule.

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