January Bookshelf: Conversations with Chelsea Girls

“Outside of a dog, a book is man’s best friend. Inside of a dog it’s too dark to read.”

Groucho Marx

I love reading. Which is good, because if I didn’t love reading I would be in the wrong line of work. Continue reading “January Bookshelf: Conversations with Chelsea Girls”

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The Value of Vulnerability

“Cheer up, Dad. Did you know the Chinese use the same word for ‘crisis’ as they do for ‘opportunity’?”
“Yes. Crisistunity.”
Lisa and Homer, ‘Fear of Flying’, The Simpsons
How do I begin to speak about what my viva was like? I passed it, and that should be enough, but for a month now I have been in perfect agony about what that pass has meant, the qualifiers placed upon it, what mis-steps I may have made that precluded me from an even passier pass.

Of Late Tension and Lost Trainers

“I know that you can be overwhelmed, and you can be underwhelmed, but can you ever just be whelmed?”

“I think you can in Europe.”

Chastity & Bianca, 10 Things I Hate About You

How do you know if you’re stressed? Scratch that, of course you’re stressed all the time; it’s 2017 and we breathe stress like oxygen. How do you know if your stress levels are above usual, excessive, prohibitive?

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Conversations with Dead People: On Archives and the Humanities

“The past is always tense, the future perfect.”

Zadie Smith, White Teeth

I spent this weekend helping my good friend Maeve with a conference of her own devising and orgainisation on Sylvia Plath. It was an enormously edifying experience, not least because it meant I got out of my own eightenth-century headspace for a few days.

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Confident Conferences, or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Public Speaking

“Proper words in proper places, make the true definition of a style.”

Jonathan Swift, Letter to a Young Clergyman

 

Full and lethargic from Christmas overindulgence, I am preparing to go back to work tomorrow. Specifically, I am preparing to get a 5.30 train to go to Oxford to deliver a paper to the British Society of Eighteenth Century Studies annual conference. Continue reading “Confident Conferences, or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Public Speaking”