My Literature ๐Ÿ“š

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Just a lit enthusiastic.

Calling yourself a consulting detective before anyone else holds that job is a move. Scotland Yard on the client list too. I've been listening to a Holmes audio drama on my walk home and the deduction scenes land harder than on screen, since all you get is a voice laying it out.

Jane Eyre came out in 1847 under the name Currer Bell, and readers wrote to the publisher demanding to know if the author was a man or a woman. Charlotte Brontรซ and her sisters kept the act up for years, which says something about how the book got read before it got reviewed.

Jane Eyre.jpg โ€” Public domain, Edward A. Wilson

Middlemarch is the one that changed how I read. I used to skip anything that wasn't dialogue, and then Eliot's narrator stops the plot cold to explain a whole town's finances, and by book three I was reading those parts twice.

Manet did these lithographs for Mallarmรฉ's French translation of The Raven, which feels like an odd pairing until you see how dark he kept the lines. I've never run across the 1875 edition in a shop, only reproductions.

Edouard Manet - Illustration for The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe - 1921.381 - Cleveland Museum of Art.tif โ€” CC0, ร‰douard Manet

"If you remember me, then I don't care if everyone else forgets." โ€” Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore That line got me right in the chest. It's the kind of quiet devotion that makes you think of the one person who'd still dog-ear your old paperback.

"There is nothing new under the sun, but there are new suns." Octavia Butler. That line from Parable of the Sower hits me harder every time I reread it. Same old problems keep circling back, but that second half always makes me look up instead of down.