"Hell is full of people born during the Carter administration."

Jul 23, 2006 00:12

So I've been doing a lot of reading. I find it's best when trying to avoid the more unsavory aspects of RL. That and turning your phone off.

I got through The Monsters: Mary Shelley and the Curse of Frankenstein, by Dorothy and Thomas Hoobler. Essentially the life stories of Percy and Mary Shelley, Lord Byron, and of course, the evolution of the both the stories that would become Frankenstein and, indirectly, Dracula. I'm a sucker for all things Byron. We should all know that by now.

- "At Percy's death Mary was just twenty-four years old. Her identity had always been defined by those around her. First, she had been the daughter of Mary Wollstonecraft and William Godwin; then she had become the companion and wife of Shelley. Now she would become known as the widow of Shelley. Like her creature, she had no name of her own."

Also, I've been skimming Agrippina: Sex, Power and Politics in the Early Empire, by Anthony A. Barrett. I LOVE drama in the ancient world.

- "Claudius had vacated his throne, along with his earthly existence, before the end of 54. The last recorded victim of Agrippina before this happened was the mother of Messalina, Agrippina's sister-in-law Lepida, who re-enters the narrative for the first time since her daughter's suicide."

And lastly, What I Did Wrong, John Weir. Just kind of funny, kind of sad, post-modern, post-gay (what does that mean, really?) stream of consciousness.

- "Well, I am a gay man writing fiction. If I were Dennis Cooper, I'd cut him up, but tenderly. If I were Edmund White, I'd rhapsodize about his ass. If I were Genet, we'd be in prison. If I were John Rechy, talking to Justin would cost me fifty bucks. Gore Vidal would make me kill him. Mary Renault would pretend he's Greek, and we'd be headed across the Peloponnese in golden chain mail. In Proust, he's a girl; in Tennessee Williams, I'm the girl; in Collette, we're both girls. Gertrude Stein would turn him into a verb phrase. Virginia Woolf would give him a sex change. Oscar Wilde would have him sit for his portrait, and I'd paint it, and then he'd never grow old, which is terrible, because I'd keep aging, and if he's not going to touch me when he's twenty-five and I'm forty-one, what will happen when when he's twenty-five and I'm sixty? I want him to age. I don't care about his youth."

But what's more exciting than literature? PICTURES DAMMIT.



This one is totally self-explanatory.




This one? Well, horizon_greene calls this one "morning after awkwardness."




I have maybe two weeks of school left? We're up to the Renaissance, so I'll be doing ye olde Borgia PowerPoint, I guess. And we should finish the Reformation by the end of this week, because that's how we roll in the summertime, or whatever. Luther gets a whole two hour lecture all to himself.

Now see? I'm lying. He's gotta share that one with Calvin AND the counter reformation which means Jesuits. And if I know my classes, and I think I do, we're going to have a nice discussion of predestination with quotes taken directly from the King James. I'm looking forward to it.

What?

That student who quotes from the Bible? He also wrote a paper once arguing that women should not be allowed in combat. Based on their basic biological inferiority to men.

books, melo

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