The Letter
In this article I want to share with you only my opinion of the beautiful story that Diane Setterfield has written for us.
From the first lines, Diana Setterfield reveals to us one of the main characters, as a girl who is passionate and completely immersed in routine. I think of Margaret as a hermit (or even a recluse, to say the least) who is not used to getting off the beaten track. This can be traced back to the words:
"A letter. For me. That was something of an event."
A girl who is not used to receiving letters, who is used to sitting in her shell and being afraid to get out of it, to take a step towards the unknown. Almost a robot girl acting on a certain programme. That's what I see Margaret from the first lines.
As we read on, we get to know this recluse better. We will get to know her sad and at the same time funny story. Of course, this girl is interesting. Despite her cocoon, she is deep, unusual and even attractive. I like people in whom you can drown in, but don't choke. They cover you with your heads, but they don't strangle you, they don't take away oxygen.
Miss Winter's letter was a bit long and boring, but she put a huge part of her feelings, experiences, emotions and work into it, so there's no way to let it pass by. Miss Winter reveals herself to us as no less withdrawn person than Margaret. She complains to journalists that they are trying to get some information from her about her life, which she hides so carefully. But why? Why is Vida hiding her past so carefully? We will not find the answer to that question in this chapter.
In her letter, Miss Winter said that there was a man who came to her with the natural fullness of a child, who was the first brick - no! Not even a brick! - which became the foundation of the letter that Margaret was reading. He said one phrase, perhaps without much hidden meaning or hope, but she was so moved into the memory of Vida Winter that she could not get it out of her head for many years.
"Tell me the truth".
Tell me the truth. Tell me the truth! - day after day, it tormented the woman ruthlessly and she finally gave up. Having invited Margaret to her biographer, the author of world bestsellers decided to share a part of herself, she decided to tell who she was for sure.
It seems to me that Miss Winter chose Margaret Lee as her biographer for a reason. This mysterious woman does nothing for nothing.
