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    Tag: Modern Classics

    A trail of books: on Carolina Nabuco’s A Sucessora (‘The Sucessor’, 1934) and the plagiarism charges against Daphne Du Maurier’s Rebecca (1938)

    The other Rebecca A Sucessora (1934, ‘The Successor’) opens with a couple returning from their honeymoon trip. The first chapter unravels through an extended scene that feels…… Read more “A trail of books: on Carolina Nabuco’s A Sucessora (‘The Sucessor’, 1934) and the plagiarism charges against Daphne Du Maurier’s Rebecca (1938)”

    13 de January de 202113 de January de 2021 by juliana

    Her heart is this red apple

    Dear Irina, When Isolde (2019, tr. Bryan Karetnyk and Irina Steinberg. Original: Изольда, 1929) opens, it’s summer, sometime in the wild 1920’s, and we are in Biarritz.…… Read more “Her heart is this red apple”

    8 de January de 2021 by juliana

    The music of life and living

    Dear Dorothy, We are forever exiles of our childhoods, but sometimes the smallest details can bring us back to our neverland. It takes one song, a slant…… Read more “The music of life and living”

    30 de December de 2020 by juliana

    A kind of door in oneself through which it was necessary to pass

    Dear Mary, The Friendly Young Ladies (1944. Published in the USA as The Middle Mist, 1945) is at its best when walking the tight rope of double…… Read more “A kind of door in oneself through which it was necessary to pass”

    23 de December de 2020 by juliana

    A small jewel that has always been hopelessly flawed

    Dear Isobel, Every Eye (1956) is a novella that plays with the ideas of perspective and sight, narrated by a character who is trapped in her blind…… Read more “A small jewel that has always been hopelessly flawed”

    17 de December de 2020 by juliana

    Fauna smiles upon the love of intertwined women

    Dear Renée, For the past couple of days, I’ve been trapped inside a stuffy Victorian room heavily decorated with rich furnishings, intricate pieces of furniture, some middle…… Read more “Fauna smiles upon the love of intertwined women”

    10 de December de 20205 de January de 2021 by juliana

    Careering along like drunken drivers

    Dear Shelagh, A Taste of Honey (1958) centres on teenage Jo and her mother, Helen. They are always falling behind on rent, and, as the story starts,…… Read more “Careering along like drunken drivers”

    8 de December de 2020 by juliana

    The unlived life is light, so light

    Dear Marie Luise, Circe’s Mountain: Stories (1990, tr. Lisel Mueller. Stories originally written in the 1950’s and 1960’s) is a collection of 12 of some of your…… Read more “The unlived life is light, so light”

    7 de December de 20207 de December de 2020 by juliana

    The rainbow bubble came along and I grasped it

    Dear Capel, Painted Clay (1917) is centred on Helen Somerset, an Australian girl coming of age in Melbourne, in the years before WWI. As the story opens,…… Read more “The rainbow bubble came along and I grasped it”

    30 de November de 2020 by juliana

    What was common could also be a flower

    Dear Gwendolyn, Maud Martha (1953) centres on a working-class black girl coming of age in pre-WWII Chicago. When the story opens, the eponymous protagonist is about seven yeas…… Read more “What was common could also be a flower”

    24 de November de 2020 by juliana

    The time cracks into furious flower

    Three poems by Gwendolyn Brooks, from the collection The Essential Gwendolyn Brooks, ed. Elizabeth Alexander (2005), and one from the collection To Disembark (1981). “the mother Abortions…… Read more “The time cracks into furious flower”

    24 de November de 2020 by juliana

    Stolen waters are the sweetest

    Dear Jessie, Plum Bun: A Novel Without a Moral (1928) centres on Angela Murray, a middle-class girl from a black family in Philadelphia. Angela and her mother, Mattie,…… Read more “Stolen waters are the sweetest”

    20 de November de 2020 by juliana

    They purge the soul with their infinity

    Five poems by Jessie Redmon Fauset, from the anthology Shadowed Dreams: Women’s Poetry of the Harlem Renaissance, edited by Maureen Honey (1989), plus two poems from The…… Read more “They purge the soul with their infinity”

    19 de November de 2020 by juliana

    And the money ate the blood

    Dear Maria, Die Vergiftung (“The Poisoning”, 1920) reads like a box full of family pictures. We are taking them out randomly, one by one, and some disembodied…… Read more “And the money ate the blood”

    10 de November de 2020 by juliana

    We can be an army of two

    Dear Isabel, Patience and Sarah (originally self-published in 1969 as A Place For Us) reads like going on a journey outside the closet while remaining firmly locked…… Read more “We can be an army of two”

    5 de October de 2020 by juliana

    Put a berry for a heart,

    Dear Mourning Dove, How many stories can fit inside one story? Comparing the two versions of the tales collected in Coyote Stories (1933) and Tales of the…… Read more “Put a berry for a heart,”

    3 de September de 202024 de September de 2020 by juliana

    I turned her into a tree so that she would stop trembling

    Dear Irmgard, Child of All Nations (2008, tr. Michael Hofmann. Original: Kind aller Länder, 1938) is all about voice. Not bitter nor cheerful, but something in-between. It…… Read more “I turned her into a tree so that she would stop trembling”

    21 de August de 2020 by juliana

    A flower silence, completely unfolded,

    Dear Getrud, The two prose works collected in A Jewish Mother from Berlin: A Novel/ Susanna: A Novella (1997, tr. Brigitte M. Goldstein) read like disenchanted but…… Read more “A flower silence, completely unfolded,”

    20 de August de 2020 by juliana

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