Posts Tagged ‘etsying’

Fact:  I sometimes do late-night Pic Click searches semi-relevant to whatever I happen to be obsessing over.  Lately, as you might imagine, I’m the only person (probably) on the internet going visual searches for handmade and vintage items tagged Brontë, Gaskell, etc.  300 years ago, I’m a perfect example of why women should read novels; […]


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 […]


The Bees Knees

18Mar10

A couple of months ago, on a severely rainy San Francisco day, I needed thank-you notes in a hurry and, being too lazy to walk more than two blocks in the torrent, I remembered the little rack of postcards and the like at Jeremy’s just down the street.  Laziness pays. 


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 […]