On to The Abbess, and what a bitch she is. Really. She's arrogant and mean and nasty. Next week is Melmoth the Wanderer. Did you know that after Oscar Wilde got out of jail, he went under the pseudonym Sebastian Melmoth, partly because the story was written by his uncle?
One of this week's research assignments is about historical Gothic. Unfortunately, the research available on this is skimpy. I've found a lot that is history OF Gothic, but not much about history IN Gothic. I've had to resort to asking the ref desk at the university, which is sooo not like me, as I can usually find anything.
Next week, we're supposed to watch a horror film and critique the Gothic elements in it (horror is a descendent of Gothic fiction, you know). I'm open to suggestions on which film to watch, as I'm not much of a horror film watcher. I suppose Shaun of the Dead qualifies, despite the comic element, and I haven't watched it in awhile. Possibly The Picture of Dorian Gray? Oscar seems to want to say something to me - I keep running into him lately.
My tea party went off swimmingly, and I think that will definitely be a yearly tradition because it forces me to do my spring cleaning earlier. I even found clotted cream for the scones and curried chicken salad for the sandwiches.
There's a lovely interview with Terry Pratchett in The Guardian. He's got a few more books coming out soon, so the Alzheimer's disease obviously is going to have a hell of a time slowing him down.
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