Amanda, The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie was not a forgettable book for me. It has stayed with me for years, and prompted several rereadings. I would go so far as to say that I find it endlessly fascinating. I’m not keen on the idea of ranking books against one another, but I do think that The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie is a brilliant book, fully deserving of a place on the Modern Library’s 100 best novels list. One of the things that I appreciate about Spark is her originality; she doesn’t read to me like a wannabe Waugh or a wannabe anyone else.
That said, I’m not sure that I would say I “like” it exactly. Quillhill said in his post on the book that there are no characters in it that he identifies with or roots for and that he would thus not recommend that it be read for enjoyment. I don’t identify with or root for any of the characters either. But I enjoyed the novel immensely nonetheless. I get a great deal of intellectual pleasure out of Spark’s books generally, and this one in particular, because of the complexity of the characters and their motivations. The psychological insights that she offers are very deep. She does make us work for those insights, but I think perhaps that gives them still greater depth. I also get a lot of aesthetic pleasure out of her books because the way she uses language: the rhythms, the repetitions, the marvellous precision of her descriptions.
