Review: Rip Van Winkle

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Rip Van WinkleBook Review
4 of 5 stars to Rip Van Winkle by Washington Irving. In Washington Irving’s short story “Rip Van Winkle,” Rip’s wife Dame constantly nags her husband because all he ever does is sleep, put off his chores, and play with his dog Woof. The other women in the village are tolerable to him only because Rip doesn’t have to listen to their hassling all day long. He isn’t married to any of them but Dame. Irving’s satire is a humorous attempt to display wives as barbaric slave-drivers who are better off being dead than being tyrannical women, who exist only to burden their husbands.

YIKES! It’s a good thing this was written over two centuries ago… or Irving would be rightfully slaughtered in today’s world. The next few paragraphs are considering when this was written, and not my personal opinion… just cutting an excerpt from a paper…

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8 thoughts on “Review: Rip Van Winkle

  1. I’ve always loved this story. Here’s an interesting (to me, anyway) anecdote: While serving as a combat Marine during the Vietnam War, our company swept through an enemy-held village near the DMZ (all civilians had long-since fled the entire area). There was a mostly demolished small schoolhouse in the vill. Being a book lover, I took a minute to browse the disarrayed books scattered about (it must have been the library). Among the few I found and “souvenired” was an English-to-Vietnamese translation of Rip Van Winkle. I carried those books in my pack for weeks, hoping to mail them home when we returned to our basecamp. However, I was wounded and evacuated to Japan before I got the chance. When my seabags caught up to me months later back in the states, most of my gear and “stuff” was missing, including those books. Looking back, it was wrong to have taken them in the first place, but there was no roof and it was likely the books would have been ruined. But what a treasure I had, even for a short while!
    –Michael

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  2. I never read this classic. Thanks for the review.

    Hey, I’m in Paris and I’m afraid my kindle died. I was half way through. Darn, now I can’t read any of your work till I get home.

    Even being in this awesome city I can’t handle being book less. I only found two books in English. Shogun which I have already read twice. And something else I never heard of.

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    • Surely someone in all of Paris must have a Kindle & charger. Or, maybe the electricity is wired differently there and would “cook” your Kindle if you tried it. That happened to my wife once in Bon Aire on a dive trip. No hair dryer for a week! 🙂

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      • Haha about the hair dryer. No, I did get the converter but it is my Kindle. I’m taking it in tomorrow to see if it is worth fixing or just buying another. But I do confess, since this was my first trip to Paris I walked around the city from morning till night and would not have been able to read much anyway. Still, I did miss it on the plane ride home.

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  3. Hey, I am home and can read my other Kindle. I thought of you, the boy, when you found the “Rip Van Winkle” book. Just finished your powerful memoir. Hoping I can write the review before I go into the hospital.

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  4. It is a rather serious spinal fusion (my 5th) so dear friend (who knows pain), If you don’t mind can you send some positive energy my way. Also, I have a question but I don’t want to ask on this site. Thoughts?

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  5. Hi Michael,

    Your memoir of your life in Vietnam was so powerful, I sometimes was in tears. I have a question about when your Dad passed. You seemed so close to your family but decided not to write about your visit home for the funeral. I am curious why you chose to leave that part of your story out of your book?

    If this is too personal feel free to delete.

    Warm regards,
    Martie

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