Adieu, parting is such sweet sorrow!

British Literature since 1800 has come to an end. Farewell Moodle, farewell sweet blogger, farewell fun reading that are not in a textbook. I have enjoyed the laid back atmosphere of this class, though looking back; we have truly accomplished quite a bit. I have read TONS of new undiscovered literature, chatted with new acquaintances, and taught myself how to blog and make a webpage! I am glad to have one less thing on my homework plate, but I will miss this class. I hope there is another one out there...perhaps American Lit to 1800, cause I just can't seem to make that one fit into my schedule for Spring. haha

Mrs. Dalloway's unconcious

What is with this stream-of-conciousness...unconciousness is more like it...either that or ALL of the characters are sharing the same mind, same thoughts, same everything....use a period now and again...let us know when the speaker has changed...heck, I'd take a well placed colon even...it's annoying isn't it...having one super long, run-on sentence...yeah, it is...and I hate it too, Mrs. Dalloway.

J.Alfred Prufrock

What is with these new age poets?

My, my, my. Why must modernist poets talk nonsense? Does it REALLY have to be quite so "out there" for people to understand the deeper meaning? I know that you have an agenda, but does it have to include extremely obscure references and a bunch of nonsensical words? What happening to making poetry rhyme? What happened to beautiful imagery? Why does vomitting seems to be a part of nearly everything these days? I don't want to read about vomit, or feces, or abortion, or any other number of depressing things. No wonder the suicide rate is so gosh darn high.
News flash: You can be a modernist poet and still write about injustice and intolerance and the bleakness of the world in general, if you feel so inclined, but please, please...let's leave the vomit out of it.

Darnit Dickens!

How does the man do it? How does he manage to take a simple sentence and stretch it into a page? Charles Dickens can take even the most basic of descriptions and turn it into a chapter, a mindless, endless chapter. I appreciate his telling of life back in the Victorian days, but really does it HAVE to be so wordy? Thus in the spirit of economy...I end.

Woman's Cause is Man's and Vice Versa

Does this Tennyson work strike anyone else as somewhat unrealistic? Yes, yes, women and men should always support one another in marriage, and yes, the marriage does get better with time. But where is the flip side of marriage represented in this work? Where is the mention of squables and then make-up sex? I think Tennyson's work is romantic, but the reality of marriage is even more romantic. When you have suffered through a tragedy, emotional and physical and you can look up and see your spouse there, aiding you, loving you, that is the true romance in marriage, rather than Tennyson's pretty, clean view of marriage.

Frankenstein was weird, but did he have to ostrecise his creation as well?

So we all know that Victor was a tad eccentric, to say the least. The man was too driven in his scientific pursuits, which was the ultimate reason behind his downfall. He chose to divide himself from his friends and family in lieu of working on his project. But did he really have to turn his own creation against the world? Would Frankenstein's monster have had a decent shot at true humanity if Victor hadn't turned against his creation, but rather embraced him? "The world will never know."