Topic 1: books I reread even though I don't like themPossible authorial exemplars: Ivy Compton-Burnett, Philip Roth, Malcolm XTopic 2: books I reread because the setting matters so much to mePossible authorial exemplars: Thomas Hardy, George Eliot, Alice Munro
I'd also like to undertake another copying project, which is a good spar to cling to when I'm drowning in other people's manuscripts. I'm thinking of a small foray into the alarming world of Victorian poetry. It's not that I haven't already read a great deal of this stuff, but it's always been secondary to the novels. Moreover, it's quite unfashionable at the moment, which is always an attraction. I think I will start with Robert Browning and Elizabeth Barrett Browning. I'll let you know what transpires.
Finally, I learned this morning that poet Peggy Rabb has died. I studied with Peggy at one of the two Frost Place seminars I attended. Peggy was a formalist who used form in ways that seemed natural and inevitable, which is not too common among contemporary poets. Here's a link to a couple of her poems. I'm sad that she's gone.