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So the thing is, on the way to and from Harrisburg, I had a total of about . . . probably twenty hours of transit by plane and train, maybe more. When you are too lazy to take out your laptop and do actual work and too cheap to pay the five bucks for Direct TV on Frontier (not that I am knocking Frontier - I think it's a great idea to have the TV available, I just didn't take advantage of it this time) this racks up to a lot of reading.

The first book I finished, on the way there, was George Eliot's ( Middlemarch. )

. . . and I was going to write up several other books here too, but I need to get lunch and then go to a meeting instead, so you will have to LANGUISH IN SUSPENSE. Or, alternately, put up with even more entries on your flist. Next up: The Monk, The Unknown Ajax, and The Revenger's Tragedy in both literary and filmed form (Christopher Eccleston murders Eddie Izzard, guys!)

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The post I meant to make this morning, or yesterday, or whichever: part two!

When I saw we had The Revenger's Tragedy (by Thomas Middleton or Cyril Tourneur, depending on who you ask) assigned for class, all I knew about it was the rendition that's described in Tam Lin. Since then, I've read the play, reread the Tam Lin performance, and seen the film, so I've got three versions jangling about in my head, and it's very odd.

First, ( the play itself )

Meanwhile, ( the movie version )

So after reading Revenger's Tragedy, I followed that up with the reading for my other class, Matthew Lewis' Gothic novel ( The Monk. )

At this point, I was really feeling the need to read something that did not end with half the cast dying tragically. Fortunately, anticipating this, I had packed light and fluffy: Georgette Heyer's ( The Unknown Ajax. )

And if you read through all that babble and still have the patience to comment on something, you should get a prize.