Thoughts While Reading Chapters 8-9 of Gone With the Wind

Thoughts While Reading Chapters 8-9 of Gone with the Wind {the ponytail diaries}

Spoilers if you haven’t read/seen it. But this is still just, like, 1/10 of the way through the book.

…the town had been called, first, Terminus and then Marthasville, and not until the year of Scarlett’s birth had it become Atlanta.

I did not know Atlanta changed its name twice. Interesting.

The people who settled the town called successively Terminus, Marthasville and Atlanta, were a pushy people.

Yeah. Name changed. Okay. WHERE ARE THE OXFORD COMMAS? Stupid editor.

“You is as bad as Miss Pitty an’ she lak a chile ’bout gittin’ her feets wet.”

All the interactions between the white people and slaves is still weird. If the “house slaves” were raised right alongside the white children, why did they still have such a distinct accent?

“I know he’s hungry, but I can’t do anything about that now.”

Again, how the hell did Scarlett get pregnant if she wouldn’t even let Charles touch her on their wedding night? And women like her didn’t breast-feed their own children, right? Didn’t they have nursemaids?

There were parties and balls and bazaars every week and war weddings without number…”

I’m totally thinking Downton Abbey Season 2. Whichever season was during the war. When does the new season start for that?

These ladies disliked and distrusted one another as heartily as the First Triumvirate of Rome, and their close alliance was probably for the same reason.

Like Mean Girls. Or Violet!

When a Southerner took the trouble to park a trunk…

Gotta love Southern hospitality at its peak. Thank God I don’t have to deal with that.

Charles’ Uncle Henry Hamilton…

I need a family tree.

…no man so worthless and boring that she did not view him in the light of his possibilities rather than his actualities.

Are we supposed to not like her? Is that supposed to make her sound too sweet or simple-minded or something? Are we supposed to like Melanie or Scarlett?

So, from the cradle to the grave, women strove to make men pleased with themselves, and the satisfied men repaid lavishly with gallantry and adoration.

Mmm-hmm. Meanwhile, in the real world…

In fact, men willingly gave ladies everything in the world except credit for having intelligence.

Is this seen as a good thing? Is this society being held up as a pinnacle? Or is Mitchell pulling a Jane Austen on me?

…picking maggots out of festering flesh.

Ugh.

Oh, it just wasn’t fair that she should have a dead husband and a baby yelling in the next room and be out of everything that was pleasant.

Um, your fault, dumbass. You fully made the decision to marry the guy because your poor heart was broken by the one man who didn’t fall for your little games. Idiot.

“And I suppose she’ll tell all the boys, the old cat.”
“Honey, hush! Dolly Merriweather’s my best friend.”

Suuure she is. They’re all like Karen from Will and Grace. Good God, I’m glad I don’t live in that society. Stupid etiquette and gossips.

…laces and frocks and frills that the famous Captain Butler had run through the blockade on his last trip.

Wait, that’s Rhett, right? Sweet.

blah blah bunch of long description blah blah

When’s Rhett going to show up? Please let something happen here.

How could anything but overwhelming victory come to a Cause as just and right as theirs?

Lots of thoughts about the Civil Way. Lots of thoughts. Save for later! Keep reading!

One more victory and the war was over!

Those poor bastards.

She, Scarlett O’Hara Hamilton, alone had good hard-headed Irish sense.

Which is why you’re a widow at 17?

“And to think I’ll never wear that color again, not even when I get out of mourning. No, not even if I manage to get married again. Then I’ll have to wear tacky old grays and tans and lilacs.”

My God, so many rules.

…other matrons talked about you and then your reputation was ruined and your family disgraced.

Ruining others’ lives with gossip is the one pleasure still afforded to married women, obvi.

“Most of them would look a lot finer in gray uniforms and in Virginia.”

Drama! Yay!

She turned quickly and smiled automatically…

Dammit. Where the hell is Rhett for all this? He is going to show up, right?

All the way across the floor, a mean, newly come and standing in the doorway…

Yyyyessss! Drama!

“But permit a stranger to offer the comfort of saying that to die for one’s country is to live forever.”

Oh, he’s good.

“How closely women clutch the very chains that bind them! You think the Hindu custom barbarous — but would you have had the courage to appear here tonight if the Confederacy hadn’t needed you?”

You tell’em Rhett!

“‘Be mine, beautiful female, or I will reveal all’?”

Nice. Wait, how much longer is this chapter? What time is it? Ugh, I’m going to sleep.

And then I dreamed about Scarlett and Rhett’s encounter except it got much more PG-13. So there’s that.

I should note I am enjoying the book, at least the parts with action and dialogue. Then it goes on about some random character’s life story for five page and I’m like “is this really relevant?” But I will soldier on!

Gone with the Wine screencap found here

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3 thoughts on “Thoughts While Reading Chapters 8-9 of Gone With the Wind

  1. this is great. there are definitely some parts of the book where you’re like “OKAY MARGARET. GET TO THE POINT” also, Rhett Butler, heart eye emojis forever.

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