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A (female) friend of mine in my English class at college took such a strong objection to the poetry of Rochester, that she tore her copy of his poems in two and handed that in instead of an essay.
I've still never quite decided how I feel about that. On the one hand, I quite like Rochester, and feel that while there is a significant amount of misogynistic content in his work, there's also a lot of quite savage satire aimed at the society of the time, and other things of value, with the result that there's more to be gained from a critique of his poetry that includes a demolition of his misogyny, rather than physically tearing it up... On the other hand, I'm not stupid enough not to realise that the misogyny in Rochester's poetry may have affected her directly in a way that it didn't affect me, and so I'm reluctant to condemn what she did - and there's also a part of me that thinks "Punk rock!".
Back on topic: I've never thrown away a book, as far as I can recall, although I have lost quite a few... Basically my hoarding instinct is such that I keep far too many magazines that could well be thrown out...
Worst book I own is probably Jay McInerney's Model Behaviour (a gift) - before that it was Jane Owen's hilariously bad Camden Girls (not a gift), but that has vanished into the ether.
[ 18-02-2002: Message edited by: Flyboy ] |
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