Archive for the ‘live in this book’ Category

I can’t stop reading the Brontës, and in a study of those ladies, undisciplined as it is, Gaskell seems to be required reading as well.  Like Charlotte Brontë’s Shirley, North and South deals with the social implications of economic decline for manufacturers and laborers during the first half of the 19th century, and as in […]


I felt compelled last week to revisit Maria Edgeworth’s Belinda and this novel only gets better in rereading.  Somehow, miraculously, Belinda was more rational and impervious, Clarence Hervey more coxcombical and quixotic, Lord Delacour more of a drunken buffoon, and Lady Delacour more doped out of her god damned mind than I remembered.  Over the […]


More from Villette, as promised… She even paused, laid on my shoulder her gloved hand, holding an embroidered and perfumed handkerchief, and confided to my ear a sarcasm on the other teachers (whom she had just been complimenting to their faces).


I recently read Gaskell’s Cranford and after a few days spent dwelling in the gossip, dramatics, and social codes of the anachronistic little place, I fell in love with all of the proper old maids and widows, as well as with the objects of their peculiar, unfashionable, consumer fetishes. I can testify to a magnificent […]


There comes a point in every woman’s life when she must confront the question, “Seriously, am I ever going to f-ing finish Middlemarch?” As much as I love Rosamund’s vacuousness and Mary’s wry prudence and Celia’s well-intended criticisms, I’m relatively certain that George Eliot is going to kill me before she kills Casaubon. While I […]