What Would Jane Do?

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.

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.

The Decline of the Novel in the Unipark Library

Having worked in the university library for almost two years now, – first only for the English Department, now for the whole of the Unipark – I’ve noticed that I’m getting strange. I start remembering and paying attention to weird things. Things like the exact shelf marks for nice or even not-so-nice books. Things like the general inability of art history students to find shelf marks A-D in their section of the library. Things like the belief inherent in library users that merely because there are currently no baskets available they can just walk in with their bags.

The most recent trend is much more shocking, though. It’s a notion that’s been steadily creeping into my consciousness for a few months, a notion that I’d been fiercely rejecting because of its absurdness.