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Dec. 11th, 2000 | 07:39 pm
mood: busybusy
music: Tori Amos - Silent All These Years

I am stuck in a rut. And a boring one at that. Although rut sort of implies boring, I suppose. Not that my life is boring... because it isn't (and now that I'm starting push my head above the waters of late work in which I was formerly drowning, it really isn't), but my writing here is boring, and that makes me feel boring. Not bored. Boring. There's a difference.

Virginia Woolf scares me. She was a brilliant writer, but I have now been trained to read into much of her work (from her biography mostly) all sorts of incestuous, oedipal, ultimately disgusting thoughts. It is frightening, however, to read criticism of her work which talks about how symbolic it is and how metaphorical and how the real signifigance of her novels is their lyricism and their unique usage of the passage of time. And while that may be all well and good, and not necessarily untrue, I want to scream at all of these critics who don't bother to ever read her biography or even her own memoirs for that matter to discover embedded in the text so many details and secrets about her life. I feel sorry for the poor misguided students of America.

Actually, I already felt sorry for them, but now I feel even more sorry. Or something.

Mitchell A. Leaska, you are an extremely annoying professor and I find you insensitive and practically inhuman most times, but you have at least caused me, more than any other teacher I've had to really read something closely... even if in some ways I would have preferred to remain in blessed ignorance (because really, I don't like to think about 12 year old girls having sexual lusts for their fathers... or fathers looking at their daughters and not recognizing them say "what a lovely young girl" implying something sexual.)

I have much writing to do for writing sweatshop done. One paper done and one barely started. Goodbye until I get so fed up that I am driven to write here again.

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from: ex_reluctant480
date: Dec. 11th, 2000 08:07 pm (UTC)

hm. i probably shouldn't reply to this since i haven't read virginia woolf that much and haven't read any of her diaries but i'll just say a couple of things anyway--

books can be considered self contained works of art and if they are reviewd as such critics should only analyze the text of the book in their reviews.

virginia woolf's writing is psychologically realistic and i think that a lot of people do have this kind of gross disgusting thoughts, conscious and unconscious. but i don't like professors who point it out in books either.

sorry for being annoying.

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from: stellae
date: Dec. 11th, 2000 08:17 pm (UTC)

you're welcome to be annoying. I agree with you, actually. I have been conditioned to read her books in a certain manner by my professor and while it's probably a good thing in some ways, it's also rather frustrating.

And actually, some interperetations don't bother me... the ones that stay strictly with the text don't bother me, but the ones that relate character in the text to people in her life and then do it wrong get on my nerves.

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