I must apologize, I fell off the face of the earth again! What can I say, life really did get in the way. A lot has changed since my last post! Firstly, (and most importantly) I am no longer a grad student! I graduated this past summer and did the walk in my velvet cap A few months later I got married to a wonderful man and dived head first into reality and have come to a scary realization: I am no longer a grad student swimming indulgently through the pages of my beautiful books searching for meaning and symbolism, and wrapping myself into the warmth of literature. I am now a wife, a partner, and at times a culinary genius (or so I like to think):P.
Marriage truly is a wonderful journey that does change your life in a way you never expected, and you find it easy to lose yourself in the land of “we” and “us”. And its important to catch yourself and not lose yourself completely. So here I am, rediscovering me and the first love of my life: the written word.
Stay tuned readers, more book reviews and literary ramblings are brewing!
Once again I have returned from an unintended hiatus. Yes it was a rather long break but sometimes even a nerd like me has got to put in her bookmark and chill out. I’m still making my way through my Harry Potter adventures and am surprised that it just keeps getting better and better.
I am currently kicking myself everyday for making the brilliant decision to take summer school. Why I torture myself like this? I do not know. However, I have entered a completely foreign territory – 18th century Restoration plays. Yes, it is as awful as it sounds. Well maybe I’m exaggerating. It’s definitely not my cup of tea but it has its amusing points.
To be quite honest, some of the plays I have read have left me blushing and slightly violated. So much for a more innocent and conservative time! People are fornicating with everyone and anyone all over the stage! And I’m pretty sure there was no birth control at this time so the scarlet letter must have been a popular fashion statement! And not to seem prudish, but wasn’t good hygiene also a tremendous feat?
I have entered the world of adultery, incest, and prostitution topped off with some comic dialogue. Definitely not the type of literature I will look back on beyond the duration of this class….
Hello my loyal readers!
I apologize for my absence for the last few days as it is that time of the year where American college students across the country are shouting….”WOOOHOOO SPRING BREAK!!!”. I am not exactly expressing my excitement in the same manner, but I am doing a little happy dance at the realization that for the next week I do not have class or 500+ pages of reading to get through. In fact in is finally time to settle down for some leisurely reading
Right now I am reading “The Joy Luck Club”. I watched the movie many years ago and was eager to see how amazing the book must be, because usually movies tend to completely kill the magic of most novels(in my experience at least). So considering the amazing-ness of this movie, I figured the book must be pretty darn good.
I just finished reading “The House on Mango Street” a few weeks ago. A very simple short read. I wouldn’t call it a timeless classic or anything, but it pulled a few heart strings. Its a story written from the perspective of a young Hispanic girl living in Chicago, and the experiences of the woman around her. The book consists of several super short chapters, that seem very abstract and random but once you pick up on the rhythm of the book, its actually a pretty cool strategy of writing. Give it a read!
Well the tedious exam is over, and onto the wonderful world of Victorian periodicals! I must say, of all the things I have ever read, 18th century literature takes me the longest to get through any of the texts I have encountered. Those Victorians really enjoyed making reading a frustrating task. Or I wonder if it has to do with maintaining the claim of Aristocratic intellectual superiority…. Well I have spent countless hours over the past few months sifting through The Wellesley Index, a database of Victorian periodicals, and have narrowed my research down to understanding the marriage potential of an educated woman vs. a non-educated woman. I am applying the term ‘educated woman’ to a woman that has studied beyond her domestic sphere, and the standard ‘girl’s education’. The fascinating thing I have discovered however, is the power of the press. Publications during the late 1800s actively associate an educated woman with a negligent wife and mother. But my main concern is, how much did women contribute to this view? Was it really all men pushing this idea, or did the majority of women also withhold the capability of their own sex and surrender to the domestic spheres of Victorian society?