The “capsized universe” of G.K. Chesterton’s nightmare:

#37 of 2011 • The Man Who Was Thursday, by G.K. Chesterton I very much enjoyed this, surprisingly. Which is to say, this isn’t the kind of book I usually read. Which just goes to show how reading itself encourages Bibliophilic Identity Crisis. This was all sorts of fun: a mystery, a deeply philosophical novel. [...]

“There are things in that paper that nobody knows but me, or ever will.”

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how I talk about my experiences with the classics—how I share them with y’all. And I’ve realized—I’ll flesh this out more fully later—that with the classics, I’m more reactionary in my posts, when I’ve always tried to be a balance of visceral response and critique. Well. The following [...]

Moving forward from The Mark on the Wall and Other Short Fiction by Virginia Woolf

More on the “lesser” works of authors -- that is, expounding on that feeling one gets after reading a book you’re certain simply isn’t one of author X’s more notable pieces. [Earlier, I lamented on the lesser works of Siri Hustvedt, despite my love for her.] Off we go to The Mark on the Wall [...]

“Like the remembrance of a wild, mad dream” – On The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Anne Brontë

I admit that I don’t understand the love as defined and described in Anne Brontë’s novel, The Tenant of Wildfell Hall. Oh! when I think how fondly, how foolishly I have loved him, how madly I have trusted him, how constantly I have labored, and studied, and prayed, and struggled for his advantage; and how [...]

“It was indeed like old times when, at that hour, I found myself seated beside him in a hansom, my revolver in my pocket, and the thrill of adventure in my heart.”

In glancing over my notes of the seventy-odd cases in which I have during the last eight years studied the methods of my friend Sherlock Holmes, I find many tragic, some comic, a large number merely strange, but none commonplace; for, working as he did rather for the love of his art than for the [...]

A project, because I need more Classics in my life, forgotten or otherwise

I need -- and desperately want -- more Classics in my life, for seriously. I haven't had the best relationship with them, and pre-blogging I've read only a handful of the Classics, and can't even say that I enjoyed a majority of that. So, well, thankfully, blogging has expanded my horizons. Me likey the Classics [...]