I long had a problem with Jane’s opening statement to the final chapter: “Reader, I married him,” in Charlotte Brontë’s Jane Eyre.
Part of the beauty in Kate Chopin’s The Awakening lies in its utterly languid quality. Continue reading “Beyond woke: Kate Chopin’s The Awakening”
Easter eggs, those cheeky winks in various media to those in the know, are indescribably rewarding to so many of us media consumers. Continue reading “Zadie Smith: Helping us Shape Herstory”