Saturday, 20 February 2010
On Writing
Friday, 19 February 2010
Exploring Submission
Submission (Entre Ses Mains) by Marthe Blau
I began reading this novel with excitement, optimism and intrigue, the way that I approach all of the novels that are potentially of interest to my PhD material. I start by reading the book straight through in one sitting. I try to focus on the plot and the way that it represents female masochism. In the back of my mind there is always the glimmer of hope that one day I will find a book where the protagonist is a strong woman, who chooses to submit and can sustain this kind of relationship whilst maintaining her own independence. A woman should have her friends, work, family and the D/s relationship but I am yet to find a novel that portrays such a woman. [If anyone knows of one, do let me know!]
Initially I found the prose to be incredibly strong and enjoyed the way that I became absorbed in its atmosphere. I felt as though I was inhabiting the woman's mindset because the sex scenes were so vivid that one could easily imagine what was happening. This also helps the reader to understand her perspective in the relationship. This excitement continued in terms of my PhD when I found a reference to Vanessa Duries's novel Le Lien (The Ties that Bind) as at the time I'd planned on including writing on this book for my PhD. My positive feelings for the book ends here.
My main frustration with the novel focuses around the depiction of the protagonist herself, who risks her bourgeois life (husband, child, good job as a lawyer) for the sake of the adventurous lover who gives her orders. In response she becomes dependent, stops eating, risks her job and can't concentrate on anything other than him. A case of 'need' and obsessive fixation on someone else. It shows this kind of relationship to be destructive to any sense of a woman having her own life and responsibilities. Perhaps it is because I am seeking to find a positive depiction of heterosexual female submission that fuels my dislike for this book but I do wonder what it the point of writing yet another book that shows a woman being troubled by her sexual desires and thus unable to function in society anymore. Does the existence of all these books suggest that it isn't possible to represent the kind of relationship where one submits but still maintains their own identity? Have any novels been written that fall into this remit?
Thursday, 18 February 2010
Self-Reflexivity
Zeno of Citium
Saturday, 6 February 2010
Fat and Fashion...
- Corpulent
- Fashion Hayley (Australian Fashion magazine stylist)
- Fat Girls Like Nice Clothes Too
- Le Blog de Big Beauty (in French)
- Young, Fat & Fabulous
Wednesday, 11 November 2009
Thoughts on Fat and Fashion
Wednesday, 4 November 2009
I'm joining InAdWriMo 2009!!
- Write as much as you can and get those niggling projects finished at least in the rough draft version.
- Post a word count progress bar on your blog
- Write about your progress on your blog
- Register at this post so you can receive moral support from your fellow academic writers.
- write more on my dissertation (7,000)
- write progress review documents (2,000)
- write my conference paper to present end of next week (3,000)
- write a shitty first draft of my book chapter (8,000)
Monday, 5 October 2009
Word of the Day
Wednesday, 16 September 2009
Inspirational Quotation
Thursday, 3 September 2009
Genealogy
- What is the difference between a history of discourses on x and a genealogy of discourses on x?
- Is the concept of a genealogy useful?
- Which theorists should I use if looking into this idea of genealogy, as a way of referring to the influence and cross referencing that occurs between texts?
- Does self-awareness that a text belongs to a specific discourse suggest that it is possible to trace its genealogy?
Friday, 14 August 2009
Sleep
It is vital for our well being and to ensure that we can go about our daily activities. It helps improve memory, process emotions and allows our bodies to repair themselves. But it is not always so simple to achieve just the right amount of sleep.
'A ruffled mind makes a restless pillow.' Charlotte Brontë
I'm sure most of us have experienced this at some point or another. Those long nights where thoughts continue to whirl around your mind long after being snuggled down under the covers. Now there are many places that will tell you to only use a bed for sleep or sex, and whilst I believe these are important where's the reading? To me being in bed with a good book is wondrous. I find losing myself in another world, ideally a fictional one that is several steps removed from my academic work, can soothe my mind so that sleep descends upon it. I couldn't count the number of times that I wake up with my hand still holding the book open on the right page and the light on. This is why I'd recommend investing in a good long-life bulb for the bedside lamp.
What about too much sleep? Those nights where you awake for a few moments just to plunge back into another dream. Nothing seems to rouse you for very long. Your own world is the most seductive. These are not 8 hour sleep nights but ones where it's 12, 15 or sometimes even 24 hours out of 30 (the latter is usually from some kind of illness). It's as though your body will not permit you to do anything other than dream. I find these days confusing because when it comes around to bedtime there is rarely any difficulty in going back to sleep again. These sleeps are vital for healing, comfort and restoration in a time of crisis or transition. This aspect brings me to Sarah Shun-Lien Bynum's book Madeline is Sleeping that is a dream-like book of sexual awakening, coming of age and a girl Madeline who has been asleep for a long time reminiscent of Sleeping Beauty. I will discuss this in more depth another day, but for now I will leave you with part of the opening fragment of the book:
'hush
HUSH, MOTHER SAYS. Madeline is sleeping. She is so beautiful when she sleeps, I do not want to wake her.
The small sisters and brothers creep about the bed, their gestures of silence becoming magnified and languorous, fingers floating to pursed lips, tip toes rising and descending as if weightless. Circling about her bed, their frantic activity slows; they are like tiny insects suspended in sap, kicking dreamily before they crystallize into amber. Together they inhale softly and the room fills with one endless exhalation of breath: Shhhhhhhhhhhhh.'
Madeline is Sleeping, p. 1