I haven’t posted in some time. Partly because I’m lazy, and partly because I feel like time breeds high expectations. That’s why Flaubert was actually doing himself an injustice by being such a goddamn perfectionist. What could I possibly write about to meet these high, nay, impossible expectations? Well, I don’t actually know and I… Continue reading To Commute, or Not to Commute (That is the Question)
Lydia Davis’ translation of Madame Bovary was deemed the most ‘scandalous’ novel of all time by Playboy. Yes, you read that right. From publication, it titillated the sexually deprived and outraged “civilized” society, so much so that Flaubert was taken to court for obscenity. Nothing like a book about attraction, sex, and infidelity to get… Continue reading Madame Bovary–Sympathetic or Pathetic?
Over the Christmas break I got those emails – any student regardless of course will know the ones. Those emails that detail the ins and outs of the modules to come, and, accompanied by trepidation and muted terror (for sanity and bank balance) the reading list. Initially, Marcel Proust’s Swann’s Way wasn’t intimidating, it was one novel (two translations)… Continue reading Pretending to be Proust
‘Why don’t you talk about it on your blog?’ A revelation. I could have kissed my flatmate. The topic of discussion today, the one which my flatmate was clearly trying to avoid? Fifty Shades of Grey. Yeah, I don’t blame her either. Don’t get me wrong, E L James is one hell of a woman.… Continue reading Three Frustrations with Fifty Shades