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This is your classic tale of a man in mourning and so overwhelmed by grief that he seeks meaning from the Raven that has flown into his house. Bleak and beautiful, Edgar Allan Poe’s [b:The Raven|264158|The Raven|Edgar Allan Poe|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1347398489l/264158._SX50_.jpg|256076] is a great piece of prose; I have no idea how I’ve managed to go this long without having read the whole text. Mourning is brutal, but when the narrator cries for his lost Lenore, the Raven can only respond with, “Nevermore.”
Loss can feel as a cruel as a mocking crow rubbing salt in the wound, and it is certainly just as meaningless. I feel that this is the most powerful component of the work, that Lenore’s death does not serve a greater purpose. The death neither triggers character growth for the narrator, nor unveils some greater meaning about life. All that results is authentic vulnerability trapped in the isolation of trauma. Only a Raven seems to penetrate the narrator’s exterior, and even then, it offers no solace.
Overall, this is a great read. If you ever find yourself feeling morose and in need of cathartic material, then I highly recommend The Raven.
Loss can feel as a cruel as a mocking crow rubbing salt in the wound, and it is certainly just as meaningless. I feel that this is the most powerful component of the work, that Lenore’s death does not serve a greater purpose. The death neither triggers character growth for the narrator, nor unveils some greater meaning about life. All that results is authentic vulnerability trapped in the isolation of trauma. Only a Raven seems to penetrate the narrator’s exterior, and even then, it offers no solace.
Overall, this is a great read. If you ever find yourself feeling morose and in need of cathartic material, then I highly recommend The Raven.