I've been lugging The Charlotte Perkins Gilman Reader around the last few weeks, and it's amazing. I've also been reading the Oxford Classics collection of her short stories, but all the best ones are in the Reader.
I already rambled a bit about discovering Gilman (here) , but seriously I have a lot of feelings on the topic. I like to think we pick up the things we do when it's right time for us to do so, but I am a bit sad that I didn't discover Gilman sooner. That being said, this /is/ the right time for me. I want to use her writing in my MA work, and this is also the time for me to start thinking of putting PhD proposals together. So, meant to be? Maybe.
In any case, Gilman's fantastic. I've also been reading her Women and Economics and, though it's quite racist, it's an interesting look into her (obviously very first wave) feminism. She applies a lot of it to her short stories (thankfully, without references to "savages" on every other page) and I feel it comes across more strongly in her fiction. Her theory hasn't aged well, but her fiction has. I mean one short story I read had a woman who marries late because she got a PhD and spent time in academia (in 1911!), another had a woman who runs away from home to become a doctor. Most of them have women helping women and setting up lives without men. It's all inspiring and forward for the era, and I absolutely love reading them. Mostly, I love feeling really excited over literature again!
Here's to hoping the rest of the short stories in the Oxford collection that I haven't read yet prove to be as great!
I've had In Other Words sitting on my dresser since April. Having loved Jhumpa Lahiri's work ever since we studied The Namesake in high school, I picked up the book the second I saw it... Why I didn't read it before now is beyond me, but I'm glad that I've finally done so.
My favorite thing about Lahiri's writing is that she understands the cultural split that defines my life. Born to Indian parents from Calcutta and raised in the US, she is open about feeling alienated from every culture she's belonged to. This makes its way into most of her writing, and I have always been grateful for it. My cultural alienation has different origins –– Turkish mother, American father, French education –– but it is very much the same. I don't feel fully at home in any of my childhood cultures, and that feeling is alienating in a way that never goes away. You grow up and create your own culture, but you always feel your lack of roots. Lahiri fights this in In Other Words by discussing how she's adopted a third language, a third culture, and that spoke to me even more, making me think of how I've tried to make my home in a fourth, in Switzerland.
Personal feeling aside, In Other Words is a fascinating, moving read on Lahiri's journey through the Italian language. In a series of essays, it follows her from her first trip to Italy to her decision to relocate and willingly step away from the English language in order to connect to a tongue she chooses and loves. Though decidedly different from her fiction and written in another language, it still reads in her marked voice –– fluidly and personally. I read the book in three short sittings and felt rejuvenated after doing so. I've been a bit down this week, and reading an effortless but powerful book made a difference.
You can find a few passages that spoke to me in my tumblr tag for the book, here. Though I've read The Namesake and Lahiri's two short story collections many times, I still haven't gotten to reading The Lowland. I think that's going to change very soon...
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My time on the internet has brought me lots of different friends over the years who specialize in a great variety of fields. It's allowed me to follow different budding careers and academic paths, and this year, it's allowed me to learn about the publishing process as one of these friends is having her debut novel, If We Were Villains, published later this year.
I had the pleasure of reading an advance copy over the past few days, and it was quite the experience. M. L. Rio has has a theatrical background –– both as an actor and Shakespeare scholar –– and this plays an important role in her novel. Following a group of seven theater students at an elite college, If We We Villains is a story of crime and obsession and Shakespeare. The novel begins with Oliver Marks, the novel's protagonist, finishing a ten year prison term "for a murder he may or may not have committed." The story quickly goes back ten years in time and turns to drama Oliver faces on and off stage with his friends and classmates.
If We Were Villains is a murder mystery at heart, but I'd say it's first and foremost a novel about the theater. Its plot revolves around the stage, but it also innovatively uses aspects of drama to form itself: without becoming a play in prose, it's shaped like a play and makes theatrical use of speech and action. It also works a /lot/ of Shakespeare into different quotations throughout the novel. No doubt this added layers of complexity to the story, but I'll admit that I'm impatient to get along with the action, and I was especially so in this case... so I may have skimmed a few quotations.
It should come as no surprise then that my favorite thing about If We Were Villains was the story. It had a lot in common with both Donna Tartt's The Secret History and John Knowles's A Separate Peace in that it takes place at a prestigious but very small liberal arts school in a very small town and centers around a group of very tightly knit friends who study their craft –– and each other –– obsessively. It fits into a very specific type of campus novel, and for that I'm glad because I've always been at a loss as to what to recommend to people who love The Secret History other than A Separate Peace. Now we have a third novel in the mix! That though isn't to say that the novel is too like the other two. The settings and themes may be similar, but the action is all its own. If We Were Villains is a darkly enthralling read from the beginning. It sucks you in and makes you want to know what happens next –– or rather makes you want to know how things came to be. It's been a long time since I've stayed up reading because I couldn't put a book down, and IWWV did just that to me last night.
Part campus novel, part literary thriller, If We Were Villains is a great read, and I look forward to seeing what M. L. Rio writes next!
You can pre-order If We Were Villains here and read the prologue here.
Finishing with exams last week meant that I got to go back to reading "for fun" last week. That meant finishing Zadie Smith's Swing Time, starting M. L. Rio's debut If We Were Villains, and going back to reading for my thesis. Right now, thesis reading consists of reading Charlotte Perkins Gilman and is consequently great fun. I've read some of her short stories in the past and this week, I had the pleasure of reading her feminist utopia, Herland.
Gilman doesn't get discussed very frequently – I only really picked up on her existence via my supervisor's chapter on "The Yellow Wallpaper" in a book of feminist criticism. She'd never come up in any of my classes at university or in high school, and I can't even say that's from a lack of female authors on any of the curriculums – I've luckily avoided the whole "my professors worship the great male authors" ordeal. Still, no Charlotte Perkins Gilman. Thankfully, that's changing now.
Herland was a delightful read. It tells the story of three male explorers who go on an expedition to South America and find a lost country inhabited only by women. These women live in a sort of utopia where they peacefully coexist in a society that is clearly so much better off than early 20th century America. The novella does a great job at addressing and dismantling sexist hypotheses of the era, proving that women are perfectly capable of not only existing but thriving without men. It's very much a product of its time in some ways – racist comments and horror re: abortion make their way into the text, but it's also ahead in some. For instance, it separates "femininity" from "womanhood" and begins to hint at the fact that sex and gender are not tied together and that what we know as "femininity" is highly indebted to patriarchal society. It's not Judith Butler, but it's still both nice and surprising to see in something written in 1915.
Feminist issues aside, the book is also wonderfully narrated. At first you may wonder why a book about a feminist utopia is narrated by a male character, but that it is is a gift. The narration reads almost like a parody. The narrator is the most likable of the three men, but you still find yourself commenting on and rolling your eyes at the stupidity of men as you read. It's highly entertaining,
I'm very happy my supervisor recommended I read Herland and I will now be recommending it to anyone interested in the era and will be adding it to my "intro to feminism" reading list.
Back from Paris and now from Neuchâtel, this week's been all about reading. In A's office, at a coffee shop/breakfast diner in Lausanne, in A's family's living room, in my office, at my desk...
I picked up Zadie Smith's latest novel, Swing Time, right before getting on the train to Paris and I've slowly been making my way through it for the past ten days. I'd say I don't want to put it down, but I also want to read it in small bits so as to appreciate it as much as possible. Anchored in honest realism, it's as enlightening as it is enchanting. I still have a bit less than two hundred pages to go, but I already don't want it to end.
Otherwise, it's been back to Chaucer and the Canterbury Tales for me. I've decided to work on The Wife of Bath for my upcoming oral exam (my last ever exam if things go well!), so I've been making my way through all the criticism I've picked out. I've done a lot of medieval literature over my grad school years, but this is the first time I'm not taking the medievalism from a text and running towards the modern... so I have to admit that I'm somewhat terrified.
We'll see how things go...
I was hesitating over whether I should keep The Cursed Child to write about for my department's literary magazine, but honestly, I don't think I'm capable of expressing myself with anything more elaborate than ?!!?!!! when it comes to this book. With that in mind, I'm going to present the rest of my thoughts in bullet point form:
My hand slipped and I bought two new books the other day. I'm already a third of the way through Jessie Burton's The Muse, and I'm having trouble putting it down. It's everything I want from a leisure read – a multi-era historical novel, a story of writers and painters and a somewhat more literary take on the Kate Morton-esque genre I enjoy so much. I'm looking forward to having more time to read this weekend and seeing how the rest of the novel goes!
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