I JUST CAN'T STOP BLOGGING! (or procrastinating)

Am I supposed to be packing? Well, yes. Am I? No. Am I going somewhere tonight that takes me away from packing? Yes. Will I be packing tonight? Yes (veryverylate tonight). So, I'm here instead to tell you about what I wrote about for my paper.

MARGARET CAVENDISH, DUCHESS OF NEWCASTLE

heard of her? probably not.

Why? She's a 17th century kind of feminist who challenged societal norms mostly in the battle of the sexes.

She wrote a book called A Description of a New World, called, The Blazing World. Or something like that. Summary of the book: woman is transported to magical land via a scurvy plot to hurt her honor. This world is aptly named The Blazing World in a symbol of brightness, happiness, and flaming passion. She becomes the Empress, once she marries the emperor, and proceeds to examine all scientific societies there (while laughingly mocking such scientists as Newton, Hooke, etc.) and lets women in on church. Feminist? Kind of. Tory feminist? kind of. Antifeminist? Kind of. She's really complicated. Actually, I liked the woman more than the book. She was the first to enter the royal society in high style and attracted attention wherever she went. She was (as I gathered) hopelessly in love with her husband. A letter that she wrote him shows how grateful she is for him and his tolerance with her writing plays and books and essays on government and dabbling in scientific theory and yields to him that she would not be such a woman if not for him. It's absolutely adorable, but really not feminist. In my essay, I looked at how the 3 genres of the work (romance, scientific, feminist utopia) reflected her personality, views, and life in general. There is an absolutely weird court scene in the book - if you don't know the background. If you do, it's adorable. She wrote this scene in because it's her fantasy about what would have happened. In real life, she was given the opportunity to defend her husband's possessions and property in court but chickened out. In the book, she gives a passionate and eloquent speech about her husband's strength of character and a defense of his actions (mind you, they were royalists in just post-civil war era, this would have been a legitimate reason to defend someone.) If you don't know what it's talking about, it seems weird, but once you do, it seems so sweet...

Anyhow, I love Margaret Cavendish, the little duchess that no one cares about anymore. You can tell, because it's really hard to get research on her, especially in a smallish university in America. Anyhow, do you remember the original purpose of this blog? I barely do. It was to read all of the books on that list...and look at me, by Christmas reading list is full of amazing books that aren't on the list. Shame on me. I am, however, very excited to start reading. Here they are:

Les Miserables (SO EXCITED I"VE ALREADY READ 2 CHAPTERS!!!!

A Prayer for Owen Meany (strongly recommended by a friend and a venture into American authors (gasp))

Searching for God Knows What (I'm halfway through and can't seem to finish it..)

Redigging the Wells (a wonderful book by my grandfather that I haven't read yet, but I have a copy)

and possibly, though doubtful:

On Writing (by stephen king, also strongly recommended by several people)

Do you see the problem? or rather, the oddity? 3/5 of this list is nonfiction. WEIRD. But then again Les Mis counts for bout 10, so it's really 3 /11.

Can we call this studying for finals?

So, there's coffee brewing in the pot and my Norton split open face down on my desk pleading with me to read Oroonoko finally. Funnily, having mentioned that I hadn't got around to reading this work by Aphra Behn yet, several students berated my failure because it is so good. Actually, I'm about 10 pages into it and I have to agree. My Lit final is tomorrow, so I figured I should probably get onto that. It's the only work I haven't read because the day I tried to read it was opening night for Wales. Oops. The author is Aphra Behn and yes, she is feministic. I learned in class that overly-intellectual feminist women like her were called Bluestockings and I almost laughed out loud. That was the same day I decided to wear my bright blue knee high socks. hahaha.

Speaking of, I would like to draw attention to the mysteries of life. I have encountered two in my short life span. The first was in 10th grade as some who read this blog might recall. My 7am teacher (oh dear, Coach Starks) handed back a Bible test which on the 3rd or 4th page prominently featured a big red heart drawn and colored with a red pen. I was confounded and I asked him about it. He said he didn't draw it but refused to give the name of the perpetrator. I was just curious.... Near my graduation, I asked him again and he denied all knowledge of the matter and evaded. I suppose I'll never know. My second encounter occurred this Sunday. The same day that I had worn my blue stockings, the day before opening night, I lost one of my bluestockings in the dressing room backstage. Despite a lengthy search, the second sock remained elusive. I gave up hope. On Sunday my suite had a christmas party just the 5 of us, and I opened my stocking. Among candy and other assorted treats, was one of my bluestockings. There are two parts to this mystery. The first is, I'm still not sure whether it is the one that I lost or the one that I already had. The second is, how did it end up in my stocking!!!!!? I can't even explain how it might have gotten from my clean laundry to hanging up on the wall, let along from the Ulrey to my wall!!! Aiaiai!

As I said, I do have an exam in Lit tomorrow. It will cover the general poems, Satires, and Holy sonnets of John Donne (swoon), Volpone by Johnson, PARADISE LOST by Milton, Mac Flecknoe, by John Dryden, A Pilgrim's Progress by Bunyan, Oroonoko, A Modest Proposal by Swift, Elegy by Gray, The Rape of the Lock by Pope, and The Vanity of Human Wishes and preface to his dictionary by Ben Johnson. It promises to be exciting. I've also completed a research paper in this class since I last posted, but it will have to retain a post to itself. And I'll probably write it tomorrow while avoiding studying like the plague. Oroonoko is calling!