I saw Jane Eyre the other day. I have some quibbles. How would I not? I know this book way too well. But really, it was pretty decent. And Judi Dench? Best. Mrs. Fairfax. Ever.
After the film, I was thinking about memory and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. What if we could erase just a few memories? What if we could do that temporarily. I’m not thinking about the big memories, the ones that form the core of Who We Are even when we’d rather not. I mean the little memories. Like the madwoman in the attic or Darth Vader being Luke’s father. What if I could go in to a movie like Jane Eyre and not know what was going to happen? Not know that Rochester is married, that St. John and Jane are cousins, that “Reader, I married him”? What would it be like to see all of that for the first time? (My friend suggested it might have been difficult to follow if one did not already know the story. With a book that dense, the films can seem random in what they include and the leaps they make.) Or, for that matter, to be able to read the book again not knowing those things. I think it would be fun.