Date: 2013.10.11
The Scarlet Flame
Have you seen that girl, sitting around by dozen of beaux with her dimples deep and her earrings sparking? Have you seen that girl, marching alone the war with her shoulder squared and her back straight? Have you seen that girl, fighting against the poverty and starvation with her heart hard and her promises kept? Have you seen that girl, goosing the public with her head up high and her eyes determined?
That girl is named Scarlett O’Hara, the protagonist of Gone with the Wind, a dark-haired, green-eyed Georgia belle. She has all the charm a woman could ever dream, that no men would be able to resist. She has all the gallantry a fighter could ever possess that no battles in the world could conquer her. She has all the strength and wisdom a man could ever imagine that all the weak surrounding her could rely on her with ease and breathe.
Gone with the Wind holds an indelible place is U.S. culture as one of the greatest encyclopedias about the last days of the antebellum South. Within this cultural enshrinement, Scarlett's character is collapsed into a broader understanding of Southern culture. When I first finished reading the book, I was fascinated by the girl’s name, Scarlett. It’s a name speaking itself, “scarlet” for the breath-taking color stands for her beauty and toughness, and “scar” for all the wounds she gets through surviving and falling in love with someone. In some ways she always knows that her love for Ashley could only be burnt down to “ashes” though she would never be willing to admit it. But this stubborn girl is born to be special, like a stunning butterfly waiting eagerly to break out of her cocoon, with a firm belief that the best is yet to come. At the beginning of the novel, Scarlett behaves like a spoiled princess but still obeys nearly all the rules of the high-class Southern society, even those she finds unreasonable. Her mother, Ellen, is born in an