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We’re supposed to talk about Gone With The Wind this month and (hehehe) I get the last word. Love when the month only has thirty days.
It has been a long time since I read Margaret Mitchell’s classic. The first time I was in high school. Given my immaturity at the time, my perspective was a little skewed. I didn’t see Scarlet as self-absorbed. I thought Ashley was a wimp—not far off on that one. What did Scarlet ever see in him?
I do remember Rhett Butler as incredibly sexy. Or as incredibly sexy as a fifteen-year-old knew about sexy. Of course, most fifteen-year-olds back then were quite naïve and I was no exception. I read somewhere that Mitchell had Clark Gable in mind when she wrote the book. I can’t imagine anyone else playing that role.
But my biggest error back in my teens was thinking that Melanie Wilkes was a namby-pamby, wishy-washy do-gooder. Not until I was older did I realize what a strong character she was. Yes, she did good and for some odd reason she was kind to Scarlett. Didn’t that fry Scarlett’s cookies? Her chief opponent (for Ashley’s love) befriended her. In the movie, Olivia de Havilland played Melanie. Her soft, cultured voice was perfect. Melanie was the perfect foil to Scarlett. In today's romance, Melanie would be the heroine and Scarlett a pain in the you-know-what. Oh, wait. She was that.
I can’t remember the first time I saw the movie. Probably on television. I don’t remember seeing it at the show. My younger (by two years) sister would know. She remembers everything while I have huge memory gaps. I’ve read that as you get older, your brain is so full of data some of it has to be deleted to make room for more. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. LOL
I do remember one line from GWTW so well I used it in my science fiction romance Switched Resolution. “I don’t know nothin’ 'bout birthin’ babies.” It seemed an appropriate response to an intense situation--like my heroine about to have her baby in the back of an SUV.
A couple of years ago, I won a basket of goodies at Mid-Michigan’s Retreat From Harsh Reality. In that basket was a DVD of Gone With The Wind. Until then I didn’t realize my husband had never seen it. Interesting watching the movie again.
Margaret Mitchell only published one book. And what a book, what a movie, it was.
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