PICNIC AT HANGING ROCK. JOAN LINDSAY
in Hanging Rock, a volcanic formation in South Australia, the clocks stop and the people who walk through their domains behave strangely, or at least that is what happened during an innocent picnic on 14 February 1900, when three girls and one of her governesses disappear without trace, as driven by an invisible force that attracts superior to the Rock. What did happen? No one has ever managed to answer this question from then form part of the legend. What is clear is that after that summer afternoon, life around the Appleyard College changed forever, not only for those children and their families but also for those who might be, at some point, related to the environment of the protagonists of the event. So far they fold and fold the ties of fate -
Oops! how poetic, how much inspiration, Lola! -
Much has been written since then and much has been speculated about the whereabouts of the girls, regardless of whether what is said on that day and that happened is fact or fiction. As I read, I kept telling myself that had to be a pragmatic explanation to make sense of a more or less rational to do anything that led to the missing to behave so strangely to as described in the book. I only own magnetic fields occurring in volcanic areas or alteration point, things neither understand nor know if they actually exist or are possible from a scientific standpoint. I dunno, it seemed possible just as it is possible that changes affecting lunar tides and say that the behavior of humans. That coupled with a stumble and a small area full of sharp cliffs and deep cracks ... But everything was so enigmatic, so creepy. Came after so many matches that affected so many people so dramatically ... it is inevitable to want to see beyond.
course that you realize only in the end of the novel because I have to confess that the first half made me eternal, as if the story elapse in real time, and it is a shame because I think I've only been enjoying the last 100 pages. This is not to say that history has not piqued my interest, at least enough not to tinker around a bit on the Internet and find the chapter that both publisher and author saw fit to remove, perhaps with intent that the mystery were higher, so with that same intention not reveal anything about it. I do not know but it strikes me that perhaps are in the same mysterious place that the crew of the Marie Celeste -
sorry but I had to look;) -.
Either way, it seems that for Australians the Hanging Rock area is a recurring theme, not only because of this mystery. The track, in this excerpt:
I have the impression that there was a path up before or something, "said Miranda. I remember my father showed me a picture in which there were a few people dressed in old clothes that held a picnic on the rock. I wonder where I would paint . And that's how I found it, William Ford table painted in 1875, and seemed to have inspired the author,
and also with the other Frederick McCubbin, but also the place back in 1912. Both Australian painters.
The truth is that the place is nice but I do not know if I would visit knowing what happened.
In the novel I was left with several things. The first idea that made me think that history has given the sense that they had. It seemed incredible to witness how an isolated incident that should apply only to direct actors, ends up making a dent in the lives of people who participate only in an indirect and casual, and how in turn, their decisions will affect others. How despite all this might mean, although the shock caused, life goes on. There are things that are forgotten, perhaps the most serious, which are more difficult to tackle, and other small details that accompany people the rest of his days as memories. It's so easy to forget and remember, it's so subjective and random.
The second scene, which I was more oppressive, more vivid and real than anything else that happens in the gym. I could almost feel the burden of the child to the insistence of his colleagues, the grotesque faces distorted with rage and curiosity, the desire to learn, hands turned into claws scratching the beautiful scarlet cloak.
And the third one piece, for me the most beautiful -
can find it on page 199 -.
There is always a moment in our spinning globe that does not allow to measure the parameters that we use routinely to control the passage of time. It's something that experienced daily by millions of people. Suddenly given a piece of eternity that will never to do with scheduling or with watch movements. One last thing, never came to understand almost unhealthy fixation and generalized to the figure of Miranda. Eventually, a ghost
pursued repressed and tormented souls, may to free them from their heavy load.
Regards, Lola.
PD: The novel, in turn, meant that such disclosure could not help but inspire Peter Weir to direct a film about the mystery
College in 1975. I thought that movie lovers would like you to know. View will be playing to keep alive the intrigue.
PD2: Another thing that catches my attention lately and that may not have anything to do with this plot in particular but it seems odd to write about it. It's something that I had not noticed until now but for a person close to the grace that made him especially gastronomic references in novels that had nothing to do with this issue, at least not directly, more like an important part of the culture of the period and its protagonists. This happens at least similar.
Now, I say goodbye. Lola.