A Day At The Fair

Vanity Fair has been one of the most enjoyable books that I have read all summer.  Currently I am on Chapter 10, in which Becky Sharp has left her friend Amelia and has gone to live with the Crawley family to be the governess of two small children.

My only problem I’ve encountered in the story is how intrusive I have found the narrator to be.  I understand that the narrator is supposed to be the puppet master of the Fair, but I find that he breaks into the narrative too frequently and disrupts the story from having any kind of natural flow.
One novel I found to have successfully used a narrator was “Jane Eyre“. The narrator of “Jane Eyre” felt like the title character was reflecting back on her life, and when she did decide to talk directly to the reader it was implemented to further the plot along.

The truly wonderful thing about the novel Vanity Fair is that I have almost no idea where the story is going to take me.  Whilst I had watched the movie adaptation with Reese Witherspoon a few years back I have absolutely no recollection of what happens in the story.