“Medicine is my lawful wife, and literature is my mistress. When I get fed up with one, I spend the night with the other”
Anton Chekov
I’ve alluded to my no-longer-new job a few times on this pages, but I’ve yet to say exactly what it is I do and where. This is because I think it is broadly unwise to tell the whole internet exactly where you’ll be for eight hours of five days of the week. Continue reading “The Book as Cure: Conference Roundup”
“Find out who you are and do it on purpose.”
It is coming up on a year since I submitted my PhD. I can barely believe it. Have you ever had one of those years where you do so many things that it feels simultaneously like the longest year of your life and over in a flash? Continue reading “Of Action and Academia”
“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.
Continue reading “Conversations with Dead People: On Archives and the Humanities”
I had an absolute blast in Sheffield last week for the Gothic Bible conference. Not only was the city completely energetic and fun, the conference itself was magic.
“Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”
Ferris Bueller, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off
Reader, it happened. I submitted my PhD thesis.
“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”
Danni Glover 