Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Hmm.

You know what, I think Poe might have waited for eight damn years to write "William Wilson". That way it would fall under the aegis of the Victorian paper, and I would be justified in writing excitedly about it in my Doubles essay. I'm sure he thinks it's very funny to mess with my academic plans from beyond the grave.

The annoying thing is, I like my Doubles idea. I like it a lot. I want to put in stuff about Shakespeare and Greek tragedy, social themes, the Male Gaze, coincidence and fate, the uncanny (obviously), Freud's essay on the three caskets. I want not to be hampered by Victorian paper restrictions as to what I can write about. I want to go around for weeks going "DOUBLES!" at everything I read. Basically, I want to write my second dissertation on it. It has a dissertationy feel to it. (And I don't have any better ideas, either.)

The problem being that I've already told my Victorian supervisor I'm writing an essay on it for her paper, and it's due tomorrow at five. Also, quite a lot of the texts I'd like to use are squarely mid-Victorian, and if they go in the dissertation they can't go in the Victorian paper. However, maybe it'd be possible to drop the Victorian focus and do more later stuff instead. (The Portrait of Dorian Gray! And I bet Sinclair and Bowen are full of doubles.)

Dammit. I'm going to e-mail both my supervisors and be Troublesome.

ETA: Victorian supervisor is on board with this. \o/

2 comments:

Ellen said...

I got the Male Gaze

hm jeg er så sjelden på internett, så alle mine kommentarer kommer litt i etterskudd. jeg föler at det fraröver dem en viss zing jeg håper de ellers kunne ha hatt

er det i det hele tatt noen som leser disse forsentkommede kommentarene mine?

erika said...

Jeg leser dem! Og føler det som om jeg sitter i et varmt bad av kjærlighet!

Nå har jeg a) kommet meg ut av huset kl 10:30 på en lørdag b) gått på universitetsbiblioteket c) snakket meg unna 36 pund i forsentavgifter d) vært der i fire timer og jobbet, med bare en times lunsjpause. Hurra! Uheldigvis måtte jeg vaske hendene mine med såpen deres mens jeg var der, og nå lukter hendene mine institusjonelt.

Alt handler om doubles i hodet mitt nå. Jeg tok ned sokkene mine fra klestørk-blekkspruten fra Ikea og tenkte "SOKKER = DUALITET".

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