It is a truth universally acknowledged that Jane Austen is always right.
She just is. Analysing people’s behaviour in society, she becomes an astute
observer of individual desires, beliefs, kinks. Once you start reading Austen,
you’ll never be able to shake her off. You won’t want to shake her off. Only
give her time.
Showing posts with label Charlotte Brontë. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Charlotte Brontë. Show all posts
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Anti-Pamelism

I’ve often witnessed people throw their hands up in horror when I’ve casually mentioned that over the course of this semester I’ve read Samuel Richardson’s Pamela for the literary seminar I signed up for. Admittedly, before I started reading it, my apprehensions before reading it had been slowly but steadily building. I expected it to be the most insipid story ever written, describing the hysterical fears of a girl that’s virtuous to the point of being kinky. And somehow that’s a pretty apt description of Richardson’s novel. And somehow not quite. What’s certain, though, is that I’ve got a problem with it.
Labels:
Anti-Pamelism,
Charlotte Brontë,
eighteenth century,
epistolary novel,
Fremdschämen,
Henry Fielding,
Jane Austen,
Jane Eyre,
Mr B.,
Pamela,
Pamelism,
parody,
Pride and Prejudice,
Samuel Richardson,
Shamela
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