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this-barbie-is-trying · 6 months
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Everybody is talking about this new Roman Empire thing, but the real question is: how many times do you think about that cloudy day in 1816 when Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, Lord Byron, Percy Bysshe Shelley and John Polidori challenged eachother in creating the spookiest story ever and "The vampire" and "Frankenstein: the modern Prometheus" were born? Because for me, it happens on a daily basis.
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woolfem · 2 years
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chateaucapricorne · 26 days
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"You think your pain and your heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the world, but then you read. It was books that taught me that the things that tormented me most were the very things that connected me with all the people who were alive, who had ever been alive." - James Baldwin
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milaisreading · 5 months
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I AM ON THE FLOOR
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a-book-is-a-garden · 1 year
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‘I don’t see what women see in other women,’ I’d told Doctor Nolan in my interview that noon. ‘What does a woman see in a woman that she can’t see in a man?’ Doctor Nolan paused. Then she said, ‘Tenderness.’
Sylvia Plath, “The Bell Jar”
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miiju86 · 6 months
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"For most of history, Anonymous was a woman."
- Virginia Woolf; 1882 - 1941
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lilidawnonthemoon · 1 year
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elenagoeslightly · 9 months
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ok this is not exactly a rant but i've been thinking, as someone who writes, about the way that we female authors present our female characters because in the vast majority of the books I've read, they are mostly the means to an end and the end is a man.
like literally so many female characters have their own growth thrown to the wind and for what? to put a ring on it?
maybe is just not appealing to me as a reader but why can't growth and love coexist? why can't a power angry woman be loved when men are idolized through every shitty and downright abusive and toxic behavior known on god's green earth?
i want my cruel and vindictive and unhinged women to be loved like they hang the moon in the sky for the vile and cruel creatures that they are why do women need to be bite sized or worst need to be punished even if their cruelty is basically a survival instinct while the man can be everything they want regardless of why and how the math isn't mathing
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venicepearl · 10 months
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Anne Brontë (17 January 1820 – 28 May 1849) was an English novelist and poet, and the youngest member of the Brontë literary family.
Anne Brontë was the daughter of Maria (née Branwell) and Patrick Brontë, a poor Irish clergyman in the Church of England. Anne lived most of her life with her family at the parish of Haworth on the Yorkshire moors. Otherwise, she attended a boarding school in Mirfield between 1836 and 1837, and between 1839 and 1845 lived elsewhere working as a governess. In 1846 she published a book of poems with her sisters and later two novels, initially under the pen name Acton Bell. Her first novel, Agnes Grey, was published in 1847 with Wuthering Heights. Her second novel, The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, was published in 1848. The Tenant of Wildfell Hall is often considered one of the first feminist novels.
Anne died at 29, most likely of pulmonary tuberculosis. After her death, her sister Charlotte edited Agnes Grey to fix issues with its first edition, but prevented republication of The Tenant of Wildfell Hall. As a result, Anne is not as well known as her sisters. Nonetheless, both of her novels are considered classics of English literature.
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s0cioplath · 9 months
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persephonediary · 2 years
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Distorted realities have always been my cup of tea.
Virginia Woolf, Selected Diaries
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this-barbie-is-trying · 6 months
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Okay I'm finally reading the whole Frankenstein book since I have only ever read some random chapters for uni and is it me or how's that everyone's gay? Not complaining at all, just checking if it's just me
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hopelessaesthete · 6 months
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An Agony Of Love
I don't wanna date you
Nor do I want any movie plans or fancy restaurants or expensive gifts
Those carefully planned dates
Which eventually ends with a goodbye kiss
Not that I'm against those things
They're just not my type
'Cause I am an old soul
Who doesn't fit among the left-right swipe
I don't wanna date you
Because I want to reside...
with you, for you, in you
And don't wanna follow the rules which I can never abide
I don't want butterflies in my stomach
I need your insanity in my heart
Till every single one of its string starts to sing
An enchanting melody which brings me closer to my sweetheart
You have no idea what you do to me
And I want you to feel that too
You make me dive deep into the waves of your gaze
And each wave colors my soul bit by bit in its hue
I don't wanna date you
As I want those night long conversations...
Where we keep looking into each other's eyes
And get swept by our soothing incantations
My wantings frighten me
For what I now desire was something I once resented
But it takes only one moment with one person
To turn your biggest nightmares into one of your wildest longings you have ever befriended
I want to get dissolved in your soul
While watching our stars align
It feels so beautiful that it scares me
But how can I want so much more and nothing at the same time?
I'm terrified of you
Yet I want to get consumed in your veins
I don't wanna date you
'Cause I want to love you so hard till nothing of me remains
- Manya
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edelweiss-maiden · 10 months
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‘‘i hadn’t understood at the time if sinners were so unhappy, why would they prefer their suffering? but now i knew why. without my wounds, who was i? my scars were my face, my past was my life.’’
— janet fitch - ‘‘white oleander’’
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dailyhistoryposts · 1 year
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World Literature Series: The Tale of Genji
TITLE: Genji Monogatari (The Tale of Genji)
AUTHOR: Murasaki Shikibu
DATE: before 1021
COUNTRY, REGION, OR PEOPLE: Japan
TYPE: novel
BACKGROUND: Generally considered to be the world’s first novel, The Tale of Genji was written during the Heian period of Japanese history. During this time, from 794 to 1185 CE, Japan was in a time of peace and strong national culture flourished. Two esoteric sects of Buddhism rose, Tendai and Shingon, both of which supported and were supported by the Japanese aristocracy that had gained lots of power and wealth during this time.
Murasaki Shikibu was a lady-in-waiting at the Imperial court of Japan. As a woman, she was not educated in the government language of Chinese, which is why The Tale of Genji was written in Japanese--the strength of the Japanese language was largely carried by women who were prevented from learning Chinese. 
SYNOPSIS: Genji is a young prince, but his position in the Emperor’s household is not stable. His mother is dead and his father cannot forget her. Genji starts of a series of ill-advised and questionable love affairs. When the Emperor dies, Genji’s half-brother takes the throne and Genji is pushed out.
The novel follows court life, intricate politics, and Genji’s exile and continued love life, until coming to an abrupt ending. It is debated whether this was intentional, if later chapters have been lost to time, or if Murasaki Shikibu never finished writing her story.
THEMES: Power, love, the importance of youth, gender.
Main post for the World Literature series.
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a-book-is-a-garden · 1 year
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Being born a woman is my awful tragedy. From the moment I was conceived I was doomed […] to have my whole circle of action, thought and feeling rigidly circumscribed by my inescapable femininity. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars — to be a part of a scene, anonomous, listening, recording, — all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night…
Sylvia Plath, “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”
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