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tenlittlebullets) wrote2009-05-11 12:15 am
tenlittlebullets) wrote2009-05-11 12:15 am
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My brain = too dead for anything but "lol, romanticism"
Back in DC! Who wants to get together for tea and absinthe and fangirling?
Ugh, I have so much shit to pack and I am so angry at Amazon right now. Well, at the world in general and Amazon in particular because I am very quickly learning that although George Sand is quite well-known by reputation, nobody seems to actually bother reading anything she's written anymore and it is really fucking hard to find any of her works. To wit: cannot find a copy of La Comtesse de Rudolstadt for under $30, cannot find a copy of Les Sept Cordes de la Lyre at all, except on a site that doesn't ship outside Europe. Am particularly fuming about the latter because come on, it's a retelling of Faust with a female Faust, how amazing is that?
And speaking of which, this picture amuses me incredibly because really, Danhauser, how many Romantic BNFs can you fit in a single painting? ...well, apparently the answer is nine. Left to right: Alexandre Dumas père, Victor Hugo, and George Sand in the writers' corner; Paganini and Rossini conferring in the background; Byron in portrait form behind them; Franz Liszt at the piano, playing for Beethoven in statue form; and Marie d'Agoult at his feet. Wow. (And Sand is totally macking on Dumas. Or stroking his book. Or something.)
Ugh, I have so much shit to pack and I am so angry at Amazon right now. Well, at the world in general and Amazon in particular because I am very quickly learning that although George Sand is quite well-known by reputation, nobody seems to actually bother reading anything she's written anymore and it is really fucking hard to find any of her works. To wit: cannot find a copy of La Comtesse de Rudolstadt for under $30, cannot find a copy of Les Sept Cordes de la Lyre at all, except on a site that doesn't ship outside Europe. Am particularly fuming about the latter because come on, it's a retelling of Faust with a female Faust, how amazing is that?
And speaking of which, this picture amuses me incredibly because really, Danhauser, how many Romantic BNFs can you fit in a single painting? ...well, apparently the answer is nine. Left to right: Alexandre Dumas père, Victor Hugo, and George Sand in the writers' corner; Paganini and Rossini conferring in the background; Byron in portrait form behind them; Franz Liszt at the piano, playing for Beethoven in statue form; and Marie d'Agoult at his feet. Wow. (And Sand is totally macking on Dumas. Or stroking his book. Or something.)
