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I am woefully behind in my posting, I know. There are several books gathering dust on my desk and I have been, almost aggressively, doing nothing about them. I think I finished Mary Barton in the jolly...
View ArticleThe silence of God
Shusako Endo's first novel, Silence, is also his most famous and probably deservedly. I say “probably” because while I enjoyed it very much, I was not nearly as affected by it, either aesthetically or...
View ArticleBrothers in the deep suffering of the heart
Mary Barton marks my first real foray into the world of Elizabeth Gaskell. I have read her biography of Charlotte Bronte and back in the dark ages, when I was still teaching the undergraduates, I led a...
View ArticleThe wild romances of their lives
Gentle Readers,I've really struggled with this post. I think I'm on to something but I also think I've done a poor job of explaining what the hell I mean. If you've read Mary Barton, please put your...
View ArticleQuite lonely and almost happy
I need to say first off that although I am only a little more than halfway through William Makepeace Thackeray's Vanity Fair, I am certain that it is one of the finest novels I have ever read. The...
View ArticleBeautiful, disturbing, exhausting: the fiction of Yoko Ogawa
Yoko Ogawa's The Diving Pool comprises a trio of novellas entitled “The Diving Pool,” “Pregnancy Diary,” and “Dormitory.” As in Hotel Iris, the writing and translating are stellar, and Ogawa's...
View ArticleWounded animals in their final death throes
David Golder, Irene Nemirovsky's first novel, begins with a confusing conversation about past and present endeavours, between two business partners: the titular David and Simon Marcus. Partners for 25...
View ArticleOne of the best gentlemen Becky ever saw: more on Dobbin as Vanity Fair's...
All spoilers, my friendsIn my previous post on Vanity Fair, I discussed how in spite of Thackeray's claim that his novel boasted no hero, there was a clear candidate indeed: William Dobbin. Near the...
View ArticleThree by Sayers
There are three things you need to know:1) I currently have insomnia. I brought this upon myself by being unable to wake up before 11 am today (well, yesterday now. Sigh.) and insisting upon napping...
View ArticleSlavish adoration
So, I had been planning to write my third and final post on Vanity Fair addressing, both ingeniously and in-depth, the way Thackeray constantly either draws attention to the bookish-ness of this book...
View ArticleThe house of Dombey and Son
I am currently about 240 pages (of 900+) into Charles Dickens's Dombey and Son. This is my third Dickens novel and fifth novel total of my Victorian Literature project. I would like to reiterate that...
View ArticleThe mysterious Edith Granger
This, my second quotation-heavy post on Dickens's Dombey and Son, does give some plot details away, so be warned. I simply can't stop writing and thinking about this book—indeed, there's already a...
View ArticleDombey and Son - a novel without a hero?
As I was nearing the conclusion of Charles Dickens's Dombey and Son, it occurred to me that unlike Vanity Fair (which only claimed to be so), this might really be a novel without a hero. Paul Dombey,...
View ArticleA caffeine withdrawal-related miscellany
I have a complicated relationship with the noble coffee bean. I love coffee just for the taste, and that's normally why I forget the kind of headachey, sleepy, confused, and indecisive withdrawal week...
View ArticleMatthew "Monk" Lewis turns it up to 11
Matthew Lewis wrote his classic Gothic novel, The Monk (1796), when he was 19, and you can tell. He also completed the manuscript in a mere ten weeks, and that's obvious too. The book is really quite...
View ArticleWhy I must never, ever, ever read (auto)biography again
Just a (hopefully) quick post on what I've been reading, and what I ought not to be reading so that I can read other things I want to read. Anthony Trollope and I are going to have to have a duel,...
View ArticleAutumn has well and truly arrived
This afternoon, I was wearing all black and riding my shiny black bicycle (with flash red panniers) when I felt autumn arrive. As I came around the corner on Annette Street by my favourite coffee shop,...
View ArticleAn unlikely trio
Another round-up, my friends! I'm looking forward to soon finding the time for writing round-ups of one. Today, three books that in no way belong together form the subject of my early morning musings....
View ArticleMo money, mo moustaches
It's almost Movember, friends, the month during which those who can grow hair above their upper lips do so to help raise money for men's health. My husband is participating, and there will be...
View ArticleI miss those days of jam and idleness
My reading is all over the place lately; it's taking me a long time to finish things, in part because Autumn hasn't been very cold and I've been cycling like a fiend. I've also been working on the 4th...
View ArticleIn death they were not divided
I finished re-reading The Mill on the Floss tonight; I first read it in 1998-1999 when I had the pleasure of being in Rohan Maitzen's graduate seminar on George Eliot. I loved it then; I have a much...
View ArticleI'm making it official: Bookphilia is on hiatus
As it's been a solid month since I last posted, this will surprise no one; indeed, you may be wondering why I'm bothering to make it official at all. Well, I don't like to just disappear without saying...
View ArticleFYI...
In about a month's time, I will be launching a new blog, with a broader focus. I'll post a link to it, along with one final Bookphilia post on the past year's best and worst reads. Thanks to all you...
View ArticleWave goodbye
If you’re still following Bookphilia.com, bless you. This is, I believe, to be my final post here. On the fifth anniversary of this blog, I’m officially moving onwards and upwards to brighter and...
View ArticleDon't be sad...we haven't left the interwebs
We're just over here, at Jam and Idleness--come visit!
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