What Are You Reading Wednesday
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highlyeccentricCurrently Reading:
Fiction: The collection 'A Hand of Knaves', in which I have a story. Technically, Redwall.
I'm powering through The Well of Loneliness - I'm midway through part four, the Epic Mutual Pining has been completed (seriously, Radclyffe Hall was wasted on the Bildungsroman - that talent for Epic Mutual Pining belongs in fanfic) and, I assume, in a chapter or two we will discover that, where a femme woman is not by definition inconstant, the female invert is nevertheless compelled as a matter of honour to surrender the femme to her eventual heteronormative destiny. There's a Very Clear Logic going on here, to which Valérie Seymour is the only exception, and apparently we do not like Valérie Seymour.
There are Other Problematique Features, vis, classism, ethnic stereotyping of everyone not English, starting with the Irish and moving on from there, the lack of solidarity shown from the authorial POV (or Puddle, who seems to be the Perspective of Wisdom) toward homosexual men, and so on and so forth.
And yet: I am really, really loving this book. It's much easier to love than many bildungsroman I have read.
Lit Mag: Still Meanjin summer 2018!
Academic: Nothing
Other non-fiction: Zip and zilch.
Recently Finished:
Online Fiction
Jakie Thomas-Kennedy, Eugenie is Anointed, at Electric Literature. A warm, quirky narrative focused on a 12 y old Jehovah's Witness girl.
Up Next:
Murderbot is on the agenda for book club next month.
Music Notes:
A twitter thread of efforts to find queer trad folk music came across my dash, and brought me this:
I know the song as John Barbour, but bless him, Sean McCann does not convey the full homoerotic impact of the Big Reveal at the end. And also John Barbour is not a fairy. On the other hand, the Willie o Winsbury version has, like, public humilation of a young pregnant girl. And John Barbour has maximum exploitation of the phrase 'plough the raging sea' as a euphemism. You win some, you lose some.
Fiction: The collection 'A Hand of Knaves', in which I have a story. Technically, Redwall.
I'm powering through The Well of Loneliness - I'm midway through part four, the Epic Mutual Pining has been completed (seriously, Radclyffe Hall was wasted on the Bildungsroman - that talent for Epic Mutual Pining belongs in fanfic) and, I assume, in a chapter or two we will discover that, where a femme woman is not by definition inconstant, the female invert is nevertheless compelled as a matter of honour to surrender the femme to her eventual heteronormative destiny. There's a Very Clear Logic going on here, to which Valérie Seymour is the only exception, and apparently we do not like Valérie Seymour.
There are Other Problematique Features, vis, classism, ethnic stereotyping of everyone not English, starting with the Irish and moving on from there, the lack of solidarity shown from the authorial POV (or Puddle, who seems to be the Perspective of Wisdom) toward homosexual men, and so on and so forth.
And yet: I am really, really loving this book. It's much easier to love than many bildungsroman I have read.
Lit Mag: Still Meanjin summer 2018!
Academic: Nothing
Other non-fiction: Zip and zilch.
Recently Finished:
Online Fiction
Jakie Thomas-Kennedy, Eugenie is Anointed, at Electric Literature. A warm, quirky narrative focused on a 12 y old Jehovah's Witness girl.
Up Next:
Murderbot is on the agenda for book club next month.
Music Notes:
A twitter thread of efforts to find queer trad folk music came across my dash, and brought me this:
I know the song as John Barbour, but bless him, Sean McCann does not convey the full homoerotic impact of the Big Reveal at the end. And also John Barbour is not a fairy. On the other hand, the Willie o Winsbury version has, like, public humilation of a young pregnant girl. And John Barbour has maximum exploitation of the phrase 'plough the raging sea' as a euphemism. You win some, you lose some.