tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981896531765274457.post2086442205462348162..comments2023-03-07T22:46:26.310+10:30Comments on Ask the Brontë Sisters: The great threes of literature at the end of the worldKerryn Goldsworthyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11270814460793882309noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981896531765274457.post-9246811482300934512007-05-30T15:09:00.000+09:302007-05-30T15:09:00.000+09:30I really enjoyed that, and just wanted to add that...I really enjoyed that, and just wanted to add that of late whenever I add a new book to my library I think of the near future when electricity will be rationed and there won't be any tv or radio or internet. But there will be books, and, I hope, candles.lucy tartanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09244574932248425378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981896531765274457.post-30201624623197788572007-05-29T11:45:00.000+09:302007-05-29T11:45:00.000+09:30Oh, well done. Five out of six is brilliant, parti...Oh, well done. Five out of six is brilliant, particularly since the Douglas Adams reference was inadvertent. The one you missed was Chekhov: his <I>Three Sisters</I> spend the whole play sighing 'Oh, if only we could go to Moscow!'<BR/><BR/>I dream of some sort of Tom Stoppardish thingy about the Brontë Sisters, the Three Sisters and the Weird Sisters -- perhaps with a bit of Terry Pratchett thrown in; I can see Granny Weatherwax et al in this company, and a pastiche at two removes is always good value. <I>Post</I>-post-modernism -- the Prime Minister would turn in his grave, if he were dead.Kerryn Goldsworthyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11270814460793882309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981896531765274457.post-62380656116203848792007-05-29T09:37:00.000+09:302007-05-29T09:37:00.000+09:30Dear SistersI’ve been writing what American studen...Dear Sisters<BR/>I’ve been writing what American students call a ‘term paper’ so I’ve been unable ‘til now to take part in PC’s wonderful literary game. The three literatures? Methinks there are more ... MacBeth, Godot, Goldilocks (my favourite bedtime story), The Three Musketeers (is there some thing about three we need to know?) and, if you count the title, the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the galaxy, which makes five. I think there is another one, (six is a saintly number too) but I can’t place it. That’s the thing about intertextuality, it is a never-ending game. <BR/>In reference to being outed, who said this?: ‘In that large book that overhangs the earth/and people call the heavens, it well may be/that it was written in his stars at birth/love was to be his death; for certainly/the death of everyman is there to see/patterned in stars clearer than in glass,/could one but read how all will come to pass.’ He adds, wisely, but I suspect, a little sadly, that even though all is written plain, ‘Man cannot read it, he is dull of brain.’ (Apologies for the ‘translation’, I don’t have it in its original.)<BR/>Of course all this depends on whether or not one believes the stars impel or simply signify, warn about or describe what’s possible but not fixed. I for one pin my hopes on human agency and choice.<BR/><BR/>JinniJinnihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08161773117764818524noreply@blogger.com