Theme Thursday 9
This is another meme I miss a lot. I wasn't a regular participant, though, which is why I didn't contact the host after she quietly dropped it, to hint that someone might want it back. I haven't really meddled in other people's blogging since the time I encouraged someone to add a linky to one of her weekly features and it ended up attracting both little interest and very irregular participation from me. What do I know, right?
Since there will be no future Theme Thursday posts, I'm going to have to mine the past, starting with the very first theme the blogger ever posted . . .
Has any botanist set down what the seed of love is? Has it anywhere been set down in how many ways this seed may be sown? In what various vessels of gossamer it can float across wide spaces? Or upon what different soils it can fall, and live unknown, and bide its time for blooming?
There is a strong current of romance that runs through The Virginian--something I didn't expect at all. Having little to no exposure to Westerns, I just assumed that women characters would be less important than cows. =P Seriously, this prejudice of mine has its roots all the way back in early childhood, when I told my mother that I wanted to be a cowgirl, and she said I couldn't because there were only cowboys. Well, I do know what she meant by that; but for years, I really did imagine that all Western settings were "No Woman's Land."
Thanks to Owen Wister, I know better now. And if I had to describe "Westernlandia," I would say that it is a "wide space" with a certain kind of soil that only lets worthy seeds thrive. It's not quite that "hard ground/ Of doubt and reason and falsehood found/ Where no faith else [can] grow," but it has a similar crucible effect. It doesn't tell you what your beliefs are made of, but it does tell you what you are made of.
Most of the time, the seed is the abilities and character of a young man who wants to build a life here. He must be the sort who can do things very well (which reminds me of my word for 2013) and who can stand up for himself when his virtue is tested (which kind of reminds me of my word for 2014). In The Virginian, we read about some good seeds and some bad ones. And the good end happily and the bad end unhappily, not because this is Fictionlandia, as Oscar Wilde might say, and therefore divorced from gritty reality--but because it is Westernlandia, which could give the real world a run for its grit.
Then there are the other seeds, like the seed of love in today's snippet. So what kind of love can grow, bloom and flourish in Westernlandia? According to Wister, the wonderful, deep-rooted kind.
One reason I've been publishing a lot of meme posts lately is that I've just brought back my own. Locus Focus is a chance let others know about a setting from a book (or a movie!) that you really loved. I have a new post up every Saturday and make it a point to comment on every Locus Focus post someone else links up. If this interests you, I hope that you join up! =)
Image Source: The Virginian by Owen Wister