For the read-a-long of Kristin Lavransdatter (organized by Richard of Caravana de Recuerdos and Emily of Evening All Afternoon), we’re reading a book a month. Last month, I posted my thoughts on the first book, The Wreath. This month we’re focusing on book two, The Wife.
Unfortunately, I made the mistake of finishing the entire book before I wrote up my thoughts on The Wife. Therefore, this will be brief.
The Wife can be summed up like this:
Kristin has a baby boy
She has another baby boy.
And whoa. Twins. Twin boys.
And then she has another baby. And you guessed it. It’s a boy.
I might be off on where the twins fall in that chronology, but you get the idea.
In between all of Kristin’s fertile myrtle-ness, she whips Erlend’s neglected homestead into shape. By the standards of the Middle Ages, Kristin turns out to be quite the wife…she’s competent, she can bear children, and she’s pious.
Thing is, she’s also a bit of a shrew. And normally, I’d resist using that term, because it’s also used to describe and belittle unshrewlike women. But in this case, I’m afraid it’s apropos. Kristin does not forgive. Except, oh wait, she does, later on when you least expect it.
Part 2 was my least favorite of the three books that constitute Kristin Lavransdatter. I felt it was about 5 kids too long.
Apologies for the lameness of this write-up, but check back at the end of December for my final thoughts.