And the word scarcely begun on the lips
Feb. 18th, 2011 10:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lotesseI'm so much happier when I'm reading things, rather than only reading things about things. If that makes any sense! Fandom makes it easy for me to maintain contact with naive, passionate experiences of reading, but I also feel really good when I can make that happen with old books. Maybe time to pick up A Room With a View again - the right time of year! But I also have an anthology of British Suffrage lit on my list, and a new read sounds better right now than an old one.
Random Nineteenth-century Ladybook thought: I wonder if part of the reason why those novels work so well as implicitly feminist texts isn't because of the heaviness of their narration - the way it gives weight to their experiences, philosophies, arguments, and literary rebellions. My current seminar on George Eliot keeps trying to criticize her authorial/narrational heavyhandedness as theatricality or self-consciousness, but I don't buy it - she was trying to change the shape, nature, and content of the novel to make it hold a real heroine, and her narrator is her key tool.
Anyway, it's spring here in Indiana, and my windows are open to the wind, and the birds are singing. We'll see how long I can hold on to this good mood. If I can get to writing again, I think it'd help, but words have been hard coming.
Random Nineteenth-century Ladybook thought: I wonder if part of the reason why those novels work so well as implicitly feminist texts isn't because of the heaviness of their narration - the way it gives weight to their experiences, philosophies, arguments, and literary rebellions. My current seminar on George Eliot keeps trying to criticize her authorial/narrational heavyhandedness as theatricality or self-consciousness, but I don't buy it - she was trying to change the shape, nature, and content of the novel to make it hold a real heroine, and her narrator is her key tool.
Anyway, it's spring here in Indiana, and my windows are open to the wind, and the birds are singing. We'll see how long I can hold on to this good mood. If I can get to writing again, I think it'd help, but words have been hard coming.