The Problem with Becky

Why is it that people seem to thing Rebecca Sharp of Vanity Fair fame a feminist? I agree, of the two women focused on in Vanity Fair, Rebecca is preferable to Amelia. That woman is just a stupid cow. I mean seriously, who fawns over a man who is more than willing to screw around on you?

Don’t answer that.

It was rhetorical.

No, really. It was rhetorical.

Anyway, the problem with Becky… She heartless. Cold. Uncaring. Yeah, yeah, she had a hard life. Mom died. Dad died. Left at a school. Treated like trash by the upper crust and those pretending to be the upper crust. Life sucks.

So we buckle down, learn lots of crap. Be charming. Ah, charm will get you many places, my friends. We marry some rich snot only to find the rich snot’s father wanted to marry you. Damn bigamy laws, right?

And all of this calculating movement among Vanity Fair’s society would be fine. Lots of people marry for security. But to lie and cheat everyone… Doesn’t that get just a little bit old? I mean, I don’t like doing the same thing day after day after day. Shake things up a little. Try being nice?

I suppose that is a little too much to ask.

But, let’s be clear: Becky Sharp is not a feminist. It isn’t just men she takes advantage of, she abuses her relationship with Amelia. She brings harm to innocent bystanders. She is an any-means-necessary kind of girl.

I hate that. I hate those kinds of people. Sociopathic social climbers should be avoided at all costs. Sadly Vanity Fair, though the lot of them could fit into various aspects of the social disorder catagory, learned the hard way.


Dear Jane, comments on Jane Eyre

Dear Jane,

You don’t know me, but after reading your autobiography I feel confident I know enough of you to say marriage to Rochester is a very, very bad idea. I mean, really, honey, if he would lock his “sex-addicted” wife in the attic with a drunk, what is to stop him from doing it to you?

At the beginning I was so proud of you, braining your cousin like you did. I just wish that society hadn’t been able to put out that fire so easily. You allowed them to tame you, girl.

I’ve always been an advocate of picking your battles, but it seems lately you let them all pass you by. Near the end you had a wonderful little school house, a comfortable way of life and you decide to ruin all that by feeling torn between St. John and Rochester. You could do better than either of them. I promise. A smart girl like you doesn’t need a man.

You were wise enough to realize that St. John would never love you and you ran like a bat out of hell. That was smart. But really, will Rochester be any different?

Bronte brought him down to your “level” to make you suitable to each other, but let’s not forget what he did to Bertha. For all intents and purposes, she was probably a fairly sane, but lively woman (We’ll get into Wild Sargasso Sea eventually) and England drove her mad. There’s a lesson somewhere in there, but I digress. He married her for money. You know as soon as you marry him he will own you and your wealth. It doesn’t matter that he’s blind and missing a hand, personality flaws like his don’t go away from physical trauma.

I’m begging you to reconsider. You could do a great many things… If you marry him, you’ll pop out some kids and fulfill the author’s fantasy because she made the mistake of choosing St. John.

Faithfully yours,

Beyond Dimensions

Why Are We Here

Not in a greater sense, but on this website, in particular this blog. I am here to vent my frustrations about literature.

I love to read. I read all the time. Not all of what I read is high literature, but since I am in Graduate School for the time being most of it is. High literature kind of blows. There are some gems, but for the most part what college professors focus on is dry, dull, and excruciatingly long. Most of them will even acknowledge this.

This is a place for me to rant about everything I do not like about various novels. Mostly it is because I “shouldn’t put emotion or blatant opinions” into my writing for class. I think this is bullshit. If I can back up my opinion with a quote from the text I shouldn’t need three other sources confirming what I think. I should be able to argue it well enough on my own.

Sadly, not all professors agree with me. So this is where I can have my opinions, no matter how outrageous or unfounded they seem. This is where I can write how I feel about the texts in question.

If I, in your opinion, completely miss the point of a certain novel, by all means, comment. I will gladly engage you in polite conversation.  You might sway me or I might sway you, there’s no telling how it may go. But the point, my friends, is to learn that it is okay to have opinions about literature and to vocalize them without having some stuffy “expert” to back you up, because in truth the only person to know all the ins and outs of a novel is the author and many of the authors of the books we’ll be reviewing, my friends,  are dead. Speculation is key.