|~This is the edition I read ~|
Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe
|1st edition title page|
I read Robinson Crusoe as part of the The Classics Club Spin. Here’s where I get all lazy on you and point you to Celine’s review on Nyx Book Reviews. She took the words right out of my mouth! (Thank you Celine!)
Including this: “The main thing that puzzles me is how this book turned into the thousands of survival adaptations. How?! Robinson doesn’t have to fight to survive. He has a whole damn ship on his shore with enough supplies for years. He has a dog and a parrot and cats to keep him company, some bibles to read when he’s bored, enough gunpowder to last him for thirty years, enough rum and other booze for about twenty years, tobacco to smoke… The only thing he’s missing is some more clothes, but who cares about those in the Caribbean anyway.”
In summary? Crusoe was kind of a dick. Yes, it was written a billion years ago and attitudes were different then, blah blah blah. Still, his raging bigotry made me uncomfortable and angry. So yea, a dick.