Posts Tagged ‘own this’

Start with waistlines.  Drop-waist dresses are my new favorite thing.  It’s like spending summer in West Egg.  And what can I say–I am a supporter of the romper, and romping writ larger, but I’m a dress-for-every-season sort of girl. I like dresses.  Indulge me, indulge with me.  A few of my favorites… Tiny stripes, 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).


Charlotte Brontë, you are my favorite.  My favorite Brontë, at any rate. After a few very long days with Anne Brontë’s The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, I wanted a Brontë break from the page-long, overdetermined character descriptions from phrenology (ok, Anne, we get it:  dark features, disagreeable character) and the embedded polemics on female virtue […]


Brontëism

17Apr10

Last Tuesday, I arrived at the startling conclusion that I’ve never given Anne Brontë much of a chance.  Two days and 400ish pages later, I came to the conclusion that I’d given her too much of one. The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, by all basic descriptions, is exactly my sort of book–a touch of Gothic […]


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. 


I spend way too much time with either my face in an 18th-century novel or scanning Amazon for what I’m going to read next. And I’m a sucker for pretty things and immaculate detail work. One of the consequences of this is my latest obsession with the Oxford World’s Classics paperbacks. They’ve eliminated a lot […]