There is a movie that just premiered at Cannes about John Keats and Fanny Brawne!


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Because I mentioned Camille Desmoulins in a previous post, in the context of Carlyle siting a letter of his to his wife, I've actually found the translated text on-line. It makes for a fascinating reading, mix of very personal and very political, romantic and (since I hesitate to call a man who is going to be exectuted whiny because...good cause ( Read more... )

I am in book heaven, suffering from an embarassment of riches. Just finished the book sabaceanbabe recced, and am still reading Pauline Gedge's "Child of the Morning" (novel about Hatshepsut) and Keats' letters. Plus, I finally bought a complete edition of O. Henry and have been "dipping." Of course, I also feel like rereading "Rebecca ( Read more... )

I've just bought a book containing selected letters of John Keats, who was one of my favorite poets (and who died of TB at 25, which is a hideous waste). It's always an odd experience reading someone else's private letters. It makes you feel intrusive and yet can give you better access to understanding personality than 20 biographies. Basically, I ( Read more... )