This weekend I frolicked in the rain with my roommate. Yeah, it was freezing rain, and by frolic I mean 'ran pell-mell through the streets of Chicago with one arm covering my library books while yelling 'AHHHHH!' and grabbing onto his hand so I didn't fall on my ass on the ice-covered sidewalk,' but I'm gonna call that 'fun and whimsical' in my head.
I'm still on my Edwin Drood bender. The only time I get seriously serious about academic research is when my subject is something along the lines of "DOES THE TEXT PROVE THAT THESE TWO CHARACTERS WANT TO MAKE OUT?"
I did this for the opera Carmen (I have a theory using textual proof that Carmen totally does love Don Jose, despite what her outward actions might indicate), Shakespeare's Comedy of Errors (ANTIPHOLUS AND ADRIANA FOREVS), and now Drood with Helena/Rosa. It's the only kind of subject that gets me jazzed enough to put real effort into it. I blame growing up with soap operas and fanfic.
And where are we with this? Well, I'm trying to actually...y'know...finish reading the book. Thought that might be a good first step. I also have a copy of Queer Dickens heading my way, which was recommended by a former professor of mine; and thanks to Emily from As the Crowe Flies (and Reads), I called the Dickens Museum in London to ask who I should contact on this subject, and, surprise, they said the author of Queer Dickens. So I have an email out to her, and I've gathered up some JSTOR articles, made available through their lovely Register & Read program, where you can read three articles every two weeks for free (look, it's better than nothing).
I'm also marking up my copy of the book, which is the FUNNEST and makes me particularly attached to it.
I also got a book on Dickens and Ellen Ternan from the library, 'cause why not. Also because they were together while he was writing this, and since Rosa Bud the 16-year-old actually has a sense of humor (WHAT?), I assume she's at least partially based on Ellen Ternan.
I can just see her:
"You know, Charlie, women don't actually act that way."
"What!" he would exclaim, looking up in surprise from his writing desk.
"No, they are individualized human beings, with selfish thoughts and kind intentions, and are not only capable of reason, but on occasion make jokes."
"Good Lord. This changes everything."
I'm still on my Edwin Drood bender. The only time I get seriously serious about academic research is when my subject is something along the lines of "DOES THE TEXT PROVE THAT THESE TWO CHARACTERS WANT TO MAKE OUT?"
I did this for the opera Carmen (I have a theory using textual proof that Carmen totally does love Don Jose, despite what her outward actions might indicate), Shakespeare's Comedy of Errors (ANTIPHOLUS AND ADRIANA FOREVS), and now Drood with Helena/Rosa. It's the only kind of subject that gets me jazzed enough to put real effort into it. I blame growing up with soap operas and fanfic.
And where are we with this? Well, I'm trying to actually...y'know...finish reading the book. Thought that might be a good first step. I also have a copy of Queer Dickens heading my way, which was recommended by a former professor of mine; and thanks to Emily from As the Crowe Flies (and Reads), I called the Dickens Museum in London to ask who I should contact on this subject, and, surprise, they said the author of Queer Dickens. So I have an email out to her, and I've gathered up some JSTOR articles, made available through their lovely Register & Read program, where you can read three articles every two weeks for free (look, it's better than nothing).
I'm also marking up my copy of the book, which is the FUNNEST and makes me particularly attached to it.
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| "What? I act this way with all my friends." |
I also got a book on Dickens and Ellen Ternan from the library, 'cause why not. Also because they were together while he was writing this, and since Rosa Bud the 16-year-old actually has a sense of humor (WHAT?), I assume she's at least partially based on Ellen Ternan.
I can just see her:
"You know, Charlie, women don't actually act that way."
"What!" he would exclaim, looking up in surprise from his writing desk.
"No, they are individualized human beings, with selfish thoughts and kind intentions, and are not only capable of reason, but on occasion make jokes."
"Good Lord. This changes everything."
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