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Monday, 21 February 2005 05:06 pmHelp! I've been reading Baudrillard...
Good lord, I worked today. Have killed intro chapter. Annoyingly, I discovered that introducing a new, exciting, necessary argument halfway through the chapter in fact invalidated a lot of what I subsequently said, so I had to rewrite it. It's probably better now. I tell myself, ferociously. I still need to (cringe) track down Bruno Bettelheim in the library, productive of much aargh because he's a pretentious psychological critic who I do not grok. Also much aargh because it entails going up to campus, now seething with students and tragically bereft of free parking. Ah, termtime.
Also found time to finish reading the new Robin McKinley I bought last week - Spindle's End. Basically a novelisation of the Sleeping Beauty legend. She's maturing a great deal as a writer - Beauty, her first fairy tale novel, was cute and fluffy, but this, while having cute and fluffy bits (talking with animals, mostly), was quite interesting on the subject of narrative predestination and how damaging it can be. Not quite as savage as Deerskin was, but that's a much darker fairy tale (incest and rape). The gratifying thing being, of course, that reading McKinley also counts as work, since I spend a paragraph or so analysing her in The Dread Thesis, and what I've said is no longer valid, given how much she's matured. Sigh. *adds to list of revisions still needing to be made*.
Did I mention I've been reading Baudrillard? I've been reading Baudrillard. I have a headache.
Good lord, I worked today. Have killed intro chapter. Annoyingly, I discovered that introducing a new, exciting, necessary argument halfway through the chapter in fact invalidated a lot of what I subsequently said, so I had to rewrite it. It's probably better now. I tell myself, ferociously. I still need to (cringe) track down Bruno Bettelheim in the library, productive of much aargh because he's a pretentious psychological critic who I do not grok. Also much aargh because it entails going up to campus, now seething with students and tragically bereft of free parking. Ah, termtime.
Also found time to finish reading the new Robin McKinley I bought last week - Spindle's End. Basically a novelisation of the Sleeping Beauty legend. She's maturing a great deal as a writer - Beauty, her first fairy tale novel, was cute and fluffy, but this, while having cute and fluffy bits (talking with animals, mostly), was quite interesting on the subject of narrative predestination and how damaging it can be. Not quite as savage as Deerskin was, but that's a much darker fairy tale (incest and rape). The gratifying thing being, of course, that reading McKinley also counts as work, since I spend a paragraph or so analysing her in The Dread Thesis, and what I've said is no longer valid, given how much she's matured. Sigh. *adds to list of revisions still needing to be made*.
Did I mention I've been reading Baudrillard? I've been reading Baudrillard. I have a headache.
