books read; moving on; sick
Jan. 27th, 2005 09:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fleaRe-read: Josephine Tey, The Man in the Queue. I remembered who done it, but forgot significant sections of the plot until they began to unfold and jog my memory. Interesting to note she wrote this one a full 10 years before writing another detective novel, and under her play-writing (male) psudonym.
Looked through and read the parts that were of interest:
John E. Miller, Laura Ingalls Wilder's Little Town.
ibid, Becoming Laura Ingalls Wilder: The Woman Behind the Legend.
Ann Romines, Constructing the Little House.
I hadn't read any account of the relationship between fact and fiction in the Little House books, so these remedied that. Romines was traditional feminist-postmodern criticism - nothing wildly insightful but a pleasant read that sparked some thinking. Miller's first had lots of stories and photos from the historical DeSmet, which was pleasant. Miller's second was a little redundant after that, and really, nobody is that interested in LIW's 50 years as a farm housewife in Missouri.
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Purged two more boxes of notes from gradual school, plus flash cards I wrote for Greek 101, my senior year in college, 11 years ago. Kept my offprints, though not sure why. Felt fine.
I watch the Classics grad students who spend a lot of time in the library here (Papyrology is upstairs) and I do miss the camraderie of graduate school. I had a great bunch of colleagues.
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Feverish, achy, and coughy. And at work. I couldn't not come. Not feeling too bad, more annoyed than anything, but feel a little contagious and guilty. Trying not to touch anyone/thing. Casper was up every two hours in the night annoyed by her stuffy nose, was rather feverish in the night. Ellen is sick too, so I should have expected it. Actually I think we've done rather well - this is the first cold in maybe 6 weeks. mr. flea not sick (yet).
Looked through and read the parts that were of interest:
John E. Miller, Laura Ingalls Wilder's Little Town.
ibid, Becoming Laura Ingalls Wilder: The Woman Behind the Legend.
Ann Romines, Constructing the Little House.
I hadn't read any account of the relationship between fact and fiction in the Little House books, so these remedied that. Romines was traditional feminist-postmodern criticism - nothing wildly insightful but a pleasant read that sparked some thinking. Miller's first had lots of stories and photos from the historical DeSmet, which was pleasant. Miller's second was a little redundant after that, and really, nobody is that interested in LIW's 50 years as a farm housewife in Missouri.
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Purged two more boxes of notes from gradual school, plus flash cards I wrote for Greek 101, my senior year in college, 11 years ago. Kept my offprints, though not sure why. Felt fine.
I watch the Classics grad students who spend a lot of time in the library here (Papyrology is upstairs) and I do miss the camraderie of graduate school. I had a great bunch of colleagues.
***
Feverish, achy, and coughy. And at work. I couldn't not come. Not feeling too bad, more annoyed than anything, but feel a little contagious and guilty. Trying not to touch anyone/thing. Casper was up every two hours in the night annoyed by her stuffy nose, was rather feverish in the night. Ellen is sick too, so I should have expected it. Actually I think we've done rather well - this is the first cold in maybe 6 weeks. mr. flea not sick (yet).