With all the recent posts on Thomas Hardy and Gerard Manley Hopkins, you may be wondering if they could have ever met. Since Hardy lived from 1840 to 1928 and Hopkins lived from 1844 to 1889, there is quite a bit of overlap between their lives. So let’s play six degrees of Thomas Hardy and … More 6 Degrees of Thomas Hardy
Rev. Stephen Harding, the warden of Hiram’s Hospital, is a gentle and humble man. He wants nothing more than to continue as precentor of the local cathedral in Barchester, leading the liturgy and filling the church with his voice, within his comfortable position as a beneficed clergyman at the hospital. There he has a comfortable … More Trollope’s Warden and the Problem of Medievalism
This would be an important week for my favorite poet, Gerard Manley Hopkins. As a Jesuit priest, he would have been active in the liturgies celebrated during this time. The Hopkins scholar, Joseph Feeney, even refers to “the busy Fr Hopkins during Holy Week.” We’re going to spend this week with “the busy Fr Hopkins,” dwelling on […]
There is so much to recommend novel reading. Not only are novels perhaps the most delightful invention ever made, but they can improve our capacity for empathy and understanding of the minds and emotions of others. Reading can even be useful for managers who want to improve their ability to think ambiculturally. But even with […]
So I just ruined the ending of a novel for my wife. It was Jude the Obscure. Don’t worry, I’m not about to ruin it for you. The Golden Echo isn’t about spoilers. In fact the only spoiler on here that I can think of was actually a prediction that I wish hadn’t been true … More Spoil Alerts and Experiencing Narrative
This time on Top Ten Tuesday, hosted by The Broke and Bookish, is all about bookish facts. I thought ten facts about me just wouldn’t be all that exciting, so my wife and editor is joining us today as we ask each other about some bookish facts. First I asked Kristen some questions: 1. Why … More 10 Bookish Facts about Us
July first. It parts the year like the part in a head of hair. I had foreseen it as a boundary marker for me–yesterday one kind of me, tomorrow a different kind. The light-rimmed boundary of the east was July, for June had gone away in the night. July is brass where June is gold, … More July First
