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7/5/07 04:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
minervasoloJSTOR is kicking up more and more of a fuss regarding talking to me, which might be a hint that I should finish with researchfor today. I now have a nice chunky notepad file full of quotes from A Room of One's Own, Myslexia.com, 'Speculative Fiction and Black Lesbians', and 'Science Fiction in the Information Age', and filled Joanna Russ's book of essays with bits of postit notes (I'll have to go through that again, though, to find out why, so I might as well type up the quotes from there, too). I have three more JSTOR essays to go, all specifically Tiptree relevant ones. But since it's a choice of 32 pages, 23 pages or 23 pages, I think I'll take a break for now.
I shall endeavour to write some Greenhelm. Failing that, some fanfic. Failing that, I shall sit and plot Greenhelm, and write random thoughts on Greenhelm's female literary heritage. You can see where my mind is, can't you? If our heritage in this world eludes us (it exists, as Mslexia points out, but is ignored in favour of the masculine heritage), then, as Cavendish taught me, in my world it can do and be whatever it likes; in particular, it can be obvious. Mad Lady deGreenhelm (the 19th, seems about right), locked in the attic and starving to death, producing magnificent poetry. An angry Baronness writing under the pretense that she is discovering her late husband's manuscripts. A girl, with seven older brothers, who learns from their books and their tutors, and who goes on to become an Empress when her philosophy books attracts attention. A playwright only discovered centuries after her death to have been a woman. And so on. What sort of utopias (and eutopias and dystopias) to characters living in a fantasy world write?
I can't believe it's only half past four.
I shall endeavour to write some Greenhelm. Failing that, some fanfic. Failing that, I shall sit and plot Greenhelm, and write random thoughts on Greenhelm's female literary heritage. You can see where my mind is, can't you? If our heritage in this world eludes us (it exists, as Mslexia points out, but is ignored in favour of the masculine heritage), then, as Cavendish taught me, in my world it can do and be whatever it likes; in particular, it can be obvious. Mad Lady deGreenhelm (the 19th, seems about right), locked in the attic and starving to death, producing magnificent poetry. An angry Baronness writing under the pretense that she is discovering her late husband's manuscripts. A girl, with seven older brothers, who learns from their books and their tutors, and who goes on to become an Empress when her philosophy books attracts attention. A playwright only discovered centuries after her death to have been a woman. And so on. What sort of utopias (and eutopias and dystopias) to characters living in a fantasy world write?
I can't believe it's only half past four.
