The daring teacher of my English B IB course
(i.e. English for the linguistically impaired) had us read Golding’s book for
her class. Granted, it did take most of us a couple of months to finish it, but
we did manage to get some interesting class debates going – despite the fact
that our English at the time left a lot to be desired.
The book has every right to be considered one
of the greatest ones of the last century, it’s just not one of my favourites. I’m
not a fan of allegories depicting the darkest aspects of human nature (I am
pretty aware of the fact that mankind is awful without needing authors to tell
me that). I am even less of a fan of works that seem to draw a bit too much
inspiration from Christianity...
And, in all honesty, I would rather see a book
like this end with total and utter destruction, rather than the – relatively speaking
– happy ending.
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