- Thomas Mann, The Magic Mountain
- George Eliot, Middlemarch
- Turgenev, Fathers and Sons (love love love)
- Flaubert, Sentimental Education
- Maugham, Of Human Bondage
- Lermontov, A Hero of Our Time
- Isak Dinesen
- A.S. Byatt
- My husband's hazelnut ice cream, just served in a small brown dish.**
You look at my reading list and think that I went into the wrong field.
And yet I'm in the right place. Hi-ho, European Lit Seminar, Spring 2010! Hurrah for Brit Lit/European Generalist jobs! I never thought I'd like you, but I do. (And why am I thinking about next semester's courses now? What possessed me to order my books this afternoon? Lest you think I'm on the ball: I'm not, otherwise.)
These novels, they make me weep. I am in love with them. Deeply. Reading them is like reading back into my younger self, my 20-year-old wild poet self, my self of desires and resistance, my buzz-cut braless barefoot savage self--o God, how am I going to teach these books [some of them; not all: Proust and Mann are too long; Byatt, Maugham, and Eliot too English; I'd have them read Nabokov's Ada but it's too too] if my students fail to love them as deeply as I do?
*The quote's from Lermontov. The sentiment is universal.
**Also married to the right man. Yum.