infinite stfu

[lotesse]

rargh reading Trollope (Can You Forgive Her?) and wanting to wallbang so hard. Is he worth it? should I skim or wikipedia and pretend I finished it? Six hundred more pages of this! I wouldn't mind the boredom so much if he'd stop breaking the fourth wall to lecture me on the silliness of my ideas that my selfhood should be central to my life-choices!

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[lotesse]

I'm crazy about Victorian novels - hence the professionalization! But I tend to like women's 19th cent. books a great deal better than men's, both for the sexual politics and because I just enjoy them more. Gaskell, Eliot, the Brontës, Austen - but also Olive Schreiner and Mona Caird and Mary Elizabeth Braddon and Mary Shelley! I loathe Dickens, have guarded affection for Walter Scott and Thomas Hardy and Arthur Conan Doyle, and am totally crazy for Oscar Wilde.

And I gotta say, for long/ornate Victorian realism, I'll take Eliot over Trollope any day!

[schemingreader]

Well, I say, read it and critique the hell out of it. Bad dates, bad jobs, bad family events--they're all fodder for stories. Why not bad books? Or even, good books with bad...stuff in them.

[schemingreader]

You know, Anthony Trollope's mom was a novelist too. I've never read her books. It might be interesting to compare them.