“It’s only possible to betray where loyalty is due.”
I think you’ve all been heard by this appealing book by Muriel Spark. And if not, then now is the perfect moment to search for this beauty: “The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie”. The only regret I am having is that I didn’t find this gorgeous a long time ago.
A distinctive novel, which will take you back in time, around ’30, surrounded by young ladies in their first years of school. But only a few of them will have the privilege to have as a feminine model the most atypical teacher, while she is in her Prime. For those lucky teenagers, Miss Jean Brodie is flawless. And why she wouldn’t be? She is not teaching them math, history, or other insignificant classes, but how to stand, how to act like a lady all the time, how to seek for passion and art instead of nonsense things, and most of all, how to be the “crème de la crème”.
If only we would’ve been that lucky in our years of school by having someone telling us how to put our passions, values, soul, in front of all those pale and stony concepts, teaching us the importance of loyalty, of love, and the value of our Prime. For a moment this Jean Brodie made me a bit melancholic about those days back.
Needless to say, that all good things come to an end to this unique teacher. Love can do to you a lot of things, insanity in your action being one of them. Not being able to draw a line and detach yourself from some situations can be another. As one of her students decides to be the “mature” person, Miss Brodie ends betrayed and with her heart ripped. Being devoted to her children in no longer an excuse, being in her Prime came to a final statement: alone and lost between reprovals.
Now, I do not want to be rude, but all of this happened because of love. (Kidding.) Devotion and love took to the extreme killed her. Those and that nosy child who determined it will be the best to stop her teacher from making other bad choices around.
And as the book wasn’t enough for my brain to capture every single line, I saw the movie too. And by all Gods, Maggie Smith was a-ma-zing! Glorious! This astonishing woman captivated my heart with her every single gesture. Although I must warn you, the movie is different from the book itself. It has to be. But somehow gives the book more intensity than ever.
If by any reason you decide to go back in time for a few hours, try to read this beautiful book and then delight your eyes with an amazing appearance of Maggie Smith.
P.S.: I’ve written this review by listening to ’30s-’40s jazz music. Give it a try 😉