somewhere my seventeen year old self is laughing her head off, i can see it;
Holy shit it has been ages since this journal has seen an update, hasn't it; a proper update, not a quick celebration of Christmas or the New Year. I blame London, wholeheartedly, and quite a lot of Shakespeare, and - just lately, anyway - Les Misérables, as seeing the movie (good acting, mediocre direction, singing ... more or less inconsistent) has made me start rereading the novel, in all its revolutionary sewer-y gloriousness.
London is every bit as wonderful as I hoped it to be. My professors at King's are stunningly intelligent and interesting, and having the benefit of following several Shakespeare-related classes, instead of a single main seminar as I do back in France, is a completely new experience. (I have a class on Hamlet and its afterlife! They're ridiculously detailed and specific, and I love it.) (It also means I'm watching around six hours' worth of Shakespearean productions per week, but I'm hardly going to complain about that.) I'm discovering new works, a new methodology, and a new way of thinking academically, and in that regard at least this exchange program delivers exactly what it promises.
It's a magnificent city, though. I'll miss it when I'm gone - perhaps not as heart-rendingly as I miss Paris now, but I'll miss its energy and brilliance, and my flatmates, who're generally lovely.
I'm writing a lot of different things; but writing, anyhow, which is a welcome change from the last few months. Most of them are Sherlock-related, but I've also embarked on a Les Mis modern!au (thanks to those of you who encouraged me on tumblr and elsewhere, now it will not leave my brain), which apparently is going to be equal parts Paris location porn and equal parts a student uprising against an AU!Sarkozy!government. I have zero shame, it would seem.
Tell me what you've been up to, flist! What fics are you reading? What movies are you watching? What books - etc. Fill me in.
London is every bit as wonderful as I hoped it to be. My professors at King's are stunningly intelligent and interesting, and having the benefit of following several Shakespeare-related classes, instead of a single main seminar as I do back in France, is a completely new experience. (I have a class on Hamlet and its afterlife! They're ridiculously detailed and specific, and I love it.) (It also means I'm watching around six hours' worth of Shakespearean productions per week, but I'm hardly going to complain about that.) I'm discovering new works, a new methodology, and a new way of thinking academically, and in that regard at least this exchange program delivers exactly what it promises.
It's a magnificent city, though. I'll miss it when I'm gone - perhaps not as heart-rendingly as I miss Paris now, but I'll miss its energy and brilliance, and my flatmates, who're generally lovely.
I'm writing a lot of different things; but writing, anyhow, which is a welcome change from the last few months. Most of them are Sherlock-related, but I've also embarked on a Les Mis modern!au (thanks to those of you who encouraged me on tumblr and elsewhere, now it will not leave my brain), which apparently is going to be equal parts Paris location porn and equal parts a student uprising against an AU!Sarkozy!government. I have zero shame, it would seem.
Tell me what you've been up to, flist! What fics are you reading? What movies are you watching? What books - etc. Fill me in.