“Medicine is my lawful wife, and literature is my mistress. When I get fed up with one, I spend the night with the other”
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”
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.
Continue reading “Of Goths and Gospels”
“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”