i took a break from my endless research of emily bronte’s pseudonym this evening to eat dinner and put together a bookcase. harry potter was on ABC, and i was once again thrown into a crush-craze for sean biggerstaff, the hot young thing who plays oliver wood. with a name like biggerstaff, he’s lucky he ended up in a kiddie movie and not in a porno. or maybe unlucky, depending on your perspective.
other than that, life is painfully boring. i spent an hour on a saturday night re-arranging my books by discipline. while i realize that this unquestionably tags me as a complete nerd, i am very satisfied that i now have a shelf each of victorian lit, 18th century (and earlier) brit lit, early american lit, modern american lit, asian american lit, and theory and criticism. of course, organizing it just made me want to buy more books. which is bad.
i also got pretty excited about some of the progress i made today on aforementioned emily bronte seminar paper… it turns out that women writers in the 19th century rarely took on male pseudonyms. in fact, it was more common for a man to take on a female pseudonym. which i think is surprising, given that for a long time scholars have been writing about george eliot and her ilk as if they were afraid of the big bad male publishing houses. it turns out that there were far more complex, craftier reasons for taking on a male pseudonym. it’s very interesting stuff. well, for me anyway. and it gives me enough material for 20 pages, which is always good.
and with that, i’m off to bed. in closing…
books i own more than one copy of because i realized too late the value of a good edition:
1. emma by jane austen
2. sense and sensibility by jane austen
3. heart of darkness by joseph conrad
4. the collected writings of darwin
5. a tale of two cities by charles dickens
6. wuthering heights by emily bronte
books i will soon own more than one copy of due to the same reason:
1. jane eyre by charlotte bronte
2. middlemarch by george eliot
3. far from the madding crowd by thomas hardy