Welcome to the Heart of Darkness.

 At first, to be honest, the idea of "blogging" my thoughts about the book seemed quite strange. Now as I have FINALLY begun to type out of my ideas I do believe that this will be an interesting experience!

 The Heart of Darkness, by Joseph Conrad seemed to have a double effect on me. During the middle of the beginning of the passage I was very confused at what exactly was happening. As time went on and I was able to get further in the book I began to realize who Marlow REALLY was. Through the vivid imagery, such as; "along a blue sea whose glitter was blurred by a creeping mist" and intense detail- slowly, I became emersed in what Marlow was seeing as he swept through the rivers of Africa.
 He spoke mostly about the culture, or as I should say- the people who lived along the congo. He would speak in such detail as to what they were doing as if it was a foreign nature he had never seen before.
"They walked erect and slow, balancing small baskets full of earth on their heads, and the clink kept time with their footsteps. Black rags wound were around their loins, and the short ends behind waggled to and fro like tails. I could see every rib."
 The excessive detail was a huge factor in that it was obvious that Joseph Conrad did more than just see into what he thought "could be" how it would look to gaze upon strangers in a distant land- but that he actually WENT through it.
 What I loved about the book would have to be that it differentiates in a multitude of ways from other literature. In the Heart of  Darkness- Conrad adds imagery and detail but not anything that could be unrealistic. The book seemed quite dry at points, but Conrads point was to set out a point and use his own experience to shape a story. With Conrad it is a clear that he knows what he is talking about, he is not trying to entertain with knowledge he has never truly seen for himself. He is grasping the idea of literature in it's most simple and wonderful form.
 What I disliked about the book was the "dryness" quality. Although it had beautiful imagery, and explicit details it still seemed to become- in all likeness and purpose- boring.
It lacked the enthusiasm many seem to see in a good amount of books. It seemed to not have a distinct part of where the book was supposed to climaz either, it had a good way of pointing where it was going throughout the story but I never felt like it had the climatic factor in it.
 The Heart of Darkness taught me how to read in detail, and how to read a very old style of writing. It gave me a good look into what exactly imperialism looked like, and how people were highly misunderstood. Overall? I am surprised to say I was happy that I read it!