hardcore solipism, yeah!
I have been spending lots of time on my knees, getting my hair pulled.
By which I mean I have an excruciatingly painful death sequence in Macbeth, but doesn't it sound way more awesome, above? Or not.
There's a nice review that I found over the weekend, but what with kneeling, and getting killed, I hadn't linked to it yet. Here, Thomas Laqueur talks about being German, and the close of the Enlightenment. Interesting stuff, and I really want this to be the pull quote; "The book’s form may have a certain prophylactic motive. Stern craves approval and fears exposure, and his rhetoric works to keep readers at bay by mediating experience and recounting success." Which, okay, not really a short quote, but ha! I am a simple creature, yes. Plus, he's a specialist on body politics, and has a book on cremation coming out soon. (For those interested in more prurient matters, his last book was on masturbation.)
I really really need to be working on my shiny fic for yuletide. It is so shiny, I am terrified of tarnishing it.
I was going to whine about books, and my life, and how the two are eerily equated, but maybe I will make a start on "a few graphs on philosophy: what you should think, and when you should think." I need to be distracted from my own pedagogical exercises, okay.
ETA, 5:15 pm: I've been reading Bee Wilson's delightful review of a new collection of primary source texts on the coffeehouse, and its development, here. There's a great line in one of the early satires; "after an hours impertinent Chat, begin to consider a bottle of Claret would do excellent well before Dinner; whereupon to the Bush they all march together, till every one of them is Drunk as a Drum, and then back again to the Coffee-House to drink themselves sober." Which, yes.
I promise, I read things which aren't book reviews. I really do. I am not sure what they are (actual books?!) but I must have. At some point, anyway.
By which I mean I have an excruciatingly painful death sequence in Macbeth, but doesn't it sound way more awesome, above? Or not.
There's a nice review that I found over the weekend, but what with kneeling, and getting killed, I hadn't linked to it yet. Here, Thomas Laqueur talks about being German, and the close of the Enlightenment. Interesting stuff, and I really want this to be the pull quote; "The book’s form may have a certain prophylactic motive. Stern craves approval and fears exposure, and his rhetoric works to keep readers at bay by mediating experience and recounting success." Which, okay, not really a short quote, but ha! I am a simple creature, yes. Plus, he's a specialist on body politics, and has a book on cremation coming out soon. (For those interested in more prurient matters, his last book was on masturbation.)
I really really need to be working on my shiny fic for yuletide. It is so shiny, I am terrified of tarnishing it.
I was going to whine about books, and my life, and how the two are eerily equated, but maybe I will make a start on "a few graphs on philosophy: what you should think, and when you should think." I need to be distracted from my own pedagogical exercises, okay.
ETA, 5:15 pm: I've been reading Bee Wilson's delightful review of a new collection of primary source texts on the coffeehouse, and its development, here. There's a great line in one of the early satires; "after an hours impertinent Chat, begin to consider a bottle of Claret would do excellent well before Dinner; whereupon to the Bush they all march together, till every one of them is Drunk as a Drum, and then back again to the Coffee-House to drink themselves sober." Which, yes.
I promise, I read things which aren't book reviews. I really do. I am not sure what they are (actual books?!) but I must have. At some point, anyway.