I honestly didn't think that I would be blogging about literature, but here I am on Blogger after reading just a small section of In the Time of Butterflies, eager to write about some drastic events. *Spoiler alert: for anyone who has not read up to page 85, turn around. Do NOT continue to read this.
So Dede has just burned Lio's letter to Minerva asking her to escape to the capital with (or if not with , most definitely for) him. Let's be honest here, it was an invidious thing to do (to intercept a letter to a sister, lie about giving to her, and then burn the evidence). But there will be evidence. The "crimes" that Dede has previously comitted will show in her demeanor, interactions with her sister, and reactions to talk of the Lio. She is already in distress to the point where she cannot even bare to read the newspapers. Don't you think the guilt will overtake her? Who has such talent to beguile someone who knows you so well, such as a sister? Dede will not circumvent the situation. In that situation, does one attempt to exonerate oneself by equivocating or does one just admit to the truth. Is it not inevitable that the truth will come out in the end?
I started to think of my sister and what I would do, had it been me. If I had already burned the letter, I probably wouldn't want to admit it to my sister. However, it's the worst when something dramatic like that comes out under duress, which is hard to prevent. Also, gossip gets around. Once I begin to process what I have done, the guilt and anxiety would build inside of me and somehow I would have to let it out.
But, I probably would have to think this one over in order to truly come to a conclusion on what I would do if I were in Dede's shoes. Sometimes it takes me a little while to process literature or film that affects me. For example, it took me a couple of days and drafts of a poem to allay the anguish that Titanic had stirred in me. It's deep stuff. Okay, that's all for today's literature blog. I'm sorry that it was not that insightful, but I think I just had to release those thoughts that bounce from one wall to the next inside of me.
Sincerely,
Brachiosaurus Blogger
