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From Bad Animal to Ice Queen: A Look at Charlotte Brontë's 'Villette'

Contrary to anyone who thinks I might have in fact never returned from England (wouldn’t that be awesome?!…unless it meant I died…in which case, not awesome), I have actually left that glorious island and am again in the States, presumably being productive and very much alive.  672 more words

Reviews

Dickens' Woman Problem?

I have a confession: I’m a feminist, and I love Dickens.

Truthfully, I’m not entirely sure which part of that sentence is supposed to constitute the real admission, since God knows people hate the word “feminist.” That said, I’ve met several women who are quick to write off Dickens’ entire oeuvre as patriarchal nonsense, and it pains me a little. 1,783 more words

Semi-organized Thoughts

Anne Brontë: Agnes Grey (1847)

Last year I read all the Jane Austen novels I hadn’t read yet. This year I wanted to do the same with the Brontë novels.  1,002 more words

Books

The Yellow Wallpaper

by Charlotte Perkins Gilman

It is very seldom that mere ordinary people like John and myself secure ancestral halls for the summer.

A colonial mansion, a hereditary estate, I would say a haunted house, and reach the height of romantic felicity – but that would be asking too much of fate! 6,180 more words

Reading

A Little Pretender

A few years ago, my mother asked me, rather plaintively, “Don’t you have any happy memories from your childhood?”

I get the feeling that most of my friends, to say nothing of the readers of this blog, will be surprised to hear this, but I think that as a kid I was happy more often than I wasn’t. 949 more words

Childhood

Taking Stock

In honor of the Tolkien-inspired skirt I recently ordered (pictures soon to follow) I decided to tally up the various and sundry literary objects I’ve accumulated. 450 more words

19th-Century Literature

George Sand. Heard of her?

She was a great-great granddaughter of the King of Poland, Augustus II the Strong.  Her father was the king’s great-grandson, Maurice Dupin.

Her mother, Sophie Delaborde, the daughter of a bird fancier, was, said George, of the ‘vagabond race of Bohemians’. 587 more words

Literature