This is the story of Miss Jean Brodie, an eccentric Edinburgh schoolteacher,
and her special relationship with several of her students.
Rather than school her students in the mundane disciplines that the school
requires, Miss Jean Brodie regales them with stories from her own life,
instructs them in what she believes to be the finer points in life and
tops it off with a laudatory recommendation of Fascism.
I hated Miss Brodie and this book. She is the worst product of
Modern Times, a romantic in the sense that she elevates the personal above
the universal. The only saving grace is that she is brought low by
her adherence to that prototype doctrine of the Romantic; her fascism ultimately
leads to her dismissal.
