Edna Out at Sea

March 11, 2010

There’ve been migraines, grad school rejections, complete, maniacal boredom, a complete overload of CSS and an¬†ophthalmological breakdown as a result, but I am still ploughing on with The Awakening. I feel a little silly making such a big deal on what is, from a superficial perspective, a rather easy read. I wish I truly felt liberated in my unemployment to simply enjoy the luxury of going to a cafe everyday and reading. Alas, some sort of mental fixation or inner demon pops up.

Today I read at home, on my aqua sofa with the last of my banana chocolate walnut muffins and tea. Read the rest of this entry »


…as the sleek geldings ambled in review before them.”

–¬†pg. 80, The Awakening and selected stories of Kate Chopin.


This quote just made me sit up and marvel at how sophisticated English could be when it was used Read the rest of this entry »

…the music penetrated her whole being like an effulgence, warming and brightening the dark places of her soul.”

pg. 87, The Awakening and selected stories of Kate Chopin. Read the rest of this entry »

Literary “Awakenings.”

February 25, 2010

When I first lifted The Awakening and Selected Stories of Kate Chopin from its dusty repose on my bookshelf, I recalled a glimpse from a discussion a fellow student at college was having about feminist literary works. In the midst of describing the extent of her background in this context, she mentioned something to the effect of: “… and of course I’ve read The Awakening…”

Since then, an inward attack always descends upon me whenever I look in its direction, and I am plagued by worthlessness. This book, clearly, is a very basic and necessary ingredient in western feminist literature, and I have no business even considering myself cognizant of a term such as “feminist fiction” without swallowing the classic whole. Read the rest of this entry »

The simple act of picking up a book and reading again feels as rudimentary and simultaneously dramatic as learning one’s letters for the first time.

For me, reading is an exercise that has always been a ceremony. It’s an activity around which time dances and bends itself, rather than a walking-stick for one to lean one’s free time upon. It’s not a side-dish, but a demanding, chewy, robust main, to be relished and contemplated upon with every new flavour and nuance. Read the rest of this entry »