Update 1.0

I just spoke with C. on the phone. She said something like, "I checked your blog over the weekend, but it didn't look like you had any new posts." So I decided that I really should post something, at least for the sake of keeping up with things. Here's a quick review of what's been going on with me. Fenway is about 4 1/2 months old, and he's growing so quickly. It's hard to believe. But he's cute and fun and I wouldn't trade him for anything. Over the weekend, I spent a lot of time doing nothing, which was lovely and perfect and just what I needed. I watched Across the Universe on Saturday night. A student had lent me her DVD of it. I liked it but didn't love it. In fact, there was some of it that just seemed to forced or contrived or something. When I mentioned some of this to said student, as I returned her DVD, she actually gave a really sophisticated, insightful analysis of why she thought it worked, and I was somehow so inspired and thankful that someone, some student of mine, is actually using her mind and thinking about the world and thinking about text as text and as a kind of cultural artifact, and that was really encouraging. (Ok, I realize that my sentence structure is annoying and even incorrect at some points above. One occupational hazard is that I think too much about my writing and why I'm saying what I'm saying in the way I'm saying it and so on. Recently, I realized *duh* that I go around all day, every day thinking about words--how they sound, what they mean, which I like, which I don't. I'm word obsessed!)

Also, I have stared some fun BBC series on DVD. I've been watching Hetty Wainthrop Investigates, which stars the woman who plays Hyacinth in Keeping Up Appearances. It's loads of fun. I really, really love murder mysteries, especially British ones. And the Hetty Wainthrop series isn't great in terms of the mysteries themselves, but the characters are loads of fun, and that's what I enjoy about detective fiction anyway. I've also started, from the beginning, The Midsomer Murders. That's great too. The mysteries are a bit more complex, but Inspector Barnaby is a great character--he's no Dagleish or even an Inspector Lynley, but he's still interesting. The more I think about it, the more I'm convinced that the murder mystery, more than any other popular genre, really speaks to what defines human nature, what it means to live in this world. And that's exciting, somehow.

Oh, and I'm still working through Bleak House. I'm reading it in part because it seems like something I should do at least once in my life, but also in part because scholars and the like say that it contributes to the development of detective fiction as a genre. And that's clearly interesting to me. This is something that I think I want to pursue academically. One of my many and varied academic interests is in "medievalism," that is the ways that later eras recycle medieval themes, motifs, and the like. And I'm especially interested in the ways that medievalism plays into issues surrounding cultural identity and the like. Anyway, my tentative hypothesis is this: the character of the detective is a sort of reincarnation of the Arthurian knight. This is pretty interesting, I think. And it's something that I want to pursue and at least work on some sort of conference paper on. I also think (and this is connected to the above) that there is something about Christianity that allows for the detective character, but I'm still working this out. I'd argue that at the very least the sort of Christian ethos that informs the Arthurian knight is also at work in the serial detective novel. And really, detective novels do tend to be serial--this seems to mirror in some ways the episodic nature of the medieval romance. OK, if I've thoroughly bored you, that's OK. But this is just something that, at the moment, is super exciting to me.

So that's what's been going on with me.