Eggplant.place

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4 Ways Jane Austen Was a Proto-Feminist Icon

Feminism as we know it today didn’t exist in Austen’s time—but there is still a great deal of feminist inspiration to be taken from the author’s novels, life, and legacy.

By Faye Keegan

https://www.mentalfloss.com/literature/authors/jane-austen-proto-feminist-icon

Jane Austen at PG:
https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/author/68

#books #literature

Back-view watercolour of Jane Austen by her sister Cassandra Austen, 1804.

The small, delicate sketch shows Jane Austen seated, turned away from the viewer. She wears a high-waisted gown with a bonnet tied under her chin and a soft scarf or ribbon draped around her shoulders.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jane_Austen#/media/File:JaneAustenCassandraWatercolour.jpg

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English author, poet, and gardener Vita Sackville-West was born #OTD in 1892.

She published more than a dozen collections of poetry and 13 novels during her life. She was twice awarded the Hawthornden Prize for Imaginative Literature: in 1927 for her pastoral epic, The Land, & in 1933 for her Collected Poems. She was the inspiration for the protagonist of Orlando: A Biography, by her friend & lover Virginia Woolf.

Vita Sackville-West at PG:
https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/author/34850

#books #literature #poetry

Sackville-West around 1915, from The Life of V.Sackville-West by Victoria Glendinning

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Cover page of Knole and the Sackvilles by V. Sackville-West

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Zelda Fitzgerald died #OTD in 1948.

She was an American novelist, socialite, and the wife of F. Scott Fitzgerald. Zelda Fitzgerald herself was an important figure in the cultural scene of the 1920s and 1930s, known for her own writing, her artistic talents, and her tumultuous relationship with her husband. She struggled with mental health issues throughout her life and has been the subject of much fascination and analysis in literary and cultural circles.

#books #literature

Zelda Sayre Fitzgerald circa February 1920. According to Arthur Mizener's 1972 biography "Scott Fitzgerald and His World," page 43, this photograph was taken in February 1920 shortly before Zelda and F. Scott Fitzgerald were married.

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A sketch by Zelda Sayre Fitzgerald for The Beautiful and Damned drawn in 1921. She died in 1948.

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#OTD in 1859, Harriet E. Wilson publishes her novel, Our Nig.

"Harriet E. Wilson (March 15, 1825 – June 28, 1900) was an African-American novelist. She was the first African American to publish a novel in North America."

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harriet_E._Wilson

"Our Nig" at PG:

https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/584

#books #literature #africanamerican

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The Next Generation of Scottish Writers

To celebrate their first 20 years THE SKINNY magazine presents their Next Generation of Scottish Writers: 12 poets, novelists & essayists who are shaping the future of Scotland's literary landscape

@writingcommunity

https://www.theskinny.co.uk/books/features/the-next-generation-of-scottish-writers

#Scottish #literature #writers #writing #writingcommunity

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I gaed to spend a week in Fife—
An unco week it proved to be—
For there I met a waesome wife
Lamentin’ her viduity.
Her grief brak out sae fierce and fell,
I thought her heart wad burst the shell,
And,—I was sae left tae mysel,—
I sell’t her an annuity…

—“The Annuity” by George Outram (1805–1856)

Today, 15 September, is Pensions Awareness Day. Tak tent!

#Scottish #literature #19thcentury #Victorian #poem #poetry #Scots #Scotslanguage #humor #pension #pensions

The Annuity
George Outram

I gaed to spend a week in Fife—
An unco week it proved to be—
For there I met a waesome wife
Lamentin’ her viduity.
Her grief brak out sae fierce and fell,
I thought her heart wad burst the shell,
And,—I was sae left tae mysel,—
I sell’t her an annuity.

The bargain lookit fair eneugh—
She just was turned o’ saxty-three—
I couldna guessed she’d prove sae teugh,
By human ingenuity.
But years have come, and years have gane,
And there she’s yet as stieve ’s a stane—
The limmer’s growin’ young again,
Since she got her annuity.

She’s crined awa’ to bane and skin,
But that, it seems, is naught to me;
She’s like to live—although she’s in
The last stage o’ tenuity.
She munches wi’ her wizened gums,
An’ stumps about on legs o’ thrums;
But comes—as sure as Christmas comes—
To ca’ for her annuity.

She jokes her joke, an’ cracks her crack,
As spunkie as a growin’ flea—
An’ there she sits upon my back,
A livin’ perpetuity.
She hurkles by her ingle side,
An’ toasts an’ toasts her wrunkled hide—
Lord kens how lang she yet may bide
To ca’ for her annuity.

I read the tables drawn wi’ care
For an Insurance Company;
Her chance o’ life was stated there,
Wi’ perfect perspicuity.
But tables here or tables there,
She’s lived ten years beyond her share,
An’s like to live a dizzen mair,
To ca’ for her annuity.

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$I got the loun that drew the deed— We spelled it o’er right carefully;— In vain he yerked his souple heid, To find an ambiguity: It’s dated—tested—a’ complete— The proper stamp—nae word delete— And diligence, as on decreet, May pass for her annuity. Last Yule she had a fearfu’ hoast,— I thought a kink might set me free; I led her out, ’mang snaw and frost, Wi’ constant assiduity. But deil ma’ care—the blast gaed by, And missed the auld anatomy; It just cost me a tooth, forbye Discharging her annuity. I thought that grief might gar her quit— Her only son was lost at sea— But aff her wits behoved to flit, An’ leave her in fatuity! She threeps, an’ threeps, he’s livin’ yet, For a’ the tellin’ she can get; But catch the doited runt forget To ca’ for her annuity! If there’s a sough o’ cholera, Or typhus,—wha sae gleg as she? She buys up baths, an’ drugs, an’ a’, In siccan superfluity! She doesna need—she’s fever proof— The pest gaed owre her very roof— She tauld me sae—an’ then her loof Held out for her annuity. Ae day she fell, her arm she brak— A compound fracture as could be— Nae leech the cure wad undertak, Whate’er was the gratuity. It’s cured! She handles ’t like a flail— It does as weel in bits as hale— But I’m a broken man mysel Wi’ her and her annuity.$

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Her broozled flesh and broken banes
Are weel as flesh and banes can be;
She beats the tades that live in stanes,
An’ fatten in vacuity!
They die when they’re exposed to air—
They canna thole the atmosphere—
But her!—expose her onywhere—
She lives for her annuity.

If mortal means could nick her thread,
Sma’ crime it wad appear to me—
Ca’ t murder—or ca’ t homicide—
I’d justify ’t—an’ do it tae.
But how to fell a withered wife
That’s carved out o’ the tree of life—
The timmer limmer dares the knife
To settle her annuity.

I’d try a shot—but whar’s the mark?—
Her vital parts are hid frae me;
Her back-bane wanders through her sark
In an unkenned corkscrewity.
She’s palsified, an’ shakes her head
Sae fast about, ye scarce can see ’t—
It’s past the power o’ steel or lead
To settle her annuity.

She might be drowned;—but go she’ll not
Within a mile o’ loch or sea;
Or hanged—if cord could grip a throat
O’ siccan exiguity.
It’s fitter far to hang the rope—
It draws out like a telescope—
’Twad tak’ a dreadfu’ length o’ drop
To settle her annuity.

Will poison do ’t?—It has been tried.
But, be’t in hash or fricassee,
That’s just the dish she can’t abide,
Whatever kind o’ goût it hae.
It’s needless to assail her doubts,—
She gangs by instinct—like the brutes,—
An’ only eats an’ drinks what suits
Hersel an’ her annuity.

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The Bible says the age o’ man
Threescore and ten, perchance, may be;
She’s ninety-four—Let them wha can
Explain the incongruity.
She should hae lived afore the flood—
She’s come o’ patriarchal blood—
She’s some auld Pagan, mummified
Alive for her annuity.

She’s been embalmed inside and oot—
She’s sauted to the last degree—
There’s pickle in her very snoot
Sae caper-like an’ cruety.
Lot’s wife was fresh compared to her—
They’ve kyanized the useless knir,—
She canna decompose—nae mair
Than her accursed annuity.

The water-drap wears out the rock,
As this eternal jaud wears me;
I could withstand the single shock,
But not the continuity.
It’s pay me here, an’ pay me there—
An’ pay me, pay me, evermair—
I’ll gang demented wi’ despair—
I’m charged for her annuity!

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Glory Edim on Jessie Redmon Fauset’s Remarkable—and Forgotten—Plum Bun

Remembering the Work of “The Crisis” Editor and Harlem Renaissance Writer

https://lithub.com/glory-edim-on-jessie-redmon-fausets-remarkable-and-forgotten-plum-bun/

Harlem Renaissance at PG:
https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/subjects/search/?query=Harlem+Renaissance

#books #literature

From The New York Public Library:

Schomburg Center for Research in Black Culture, Jean Blackwell Hutson Research and Reference Division, The New York Public Library. "Jessie Redmon Fauset." The New York Public Library Digital Collections. 1923. https://digitalcollections.nypl.org/items/70706be0-c6dc-012f-dd26-58d385a7bc34

Fauset is posed in a straightforward, composed manner, facing slightly toward the camera.

She wears refined clothing typical of the early 20th century. Her dress is modest yet elegant, with soft fabric at the collar.

https://digitalcollections.nypl.org/items/70706be0-c6dc-012f-dd26-58d385a7bc34?canvasIndex=0

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The relentless brilliance of Muriel Spark

“I am not here to say that all a career in letters requires is tenacity and a can-do attitude, but rather that knowing the challenges Spark overcame makes me doubly grateful for her.’

Lauren J. Joseph reflects on a quality many writers have to develop – the “sheer bloody-mindedness” Spark had in spades.

https://www.rlf.org.uk/posts/the-relentless-brilliance-of-muriel-spark/

#Scottish #literature #20thcentury #womenwriters #MurielSpark #writing

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He moves the way light moves: now sudden,
racing up a field as sun clears cloud…

—Sheenagh Pugh, “Him Again”
Published in A Little Touch of Cliff in the Evening: New Writing Scotland 30 (ASL, 2012)

#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry

HIM AGAIN
Sheenagh Pugh

He moves the way light moves: now sudden,
racing up a field as sun clears cloud,

now unnoticed, leaching from the world
until you look up into dark.

And he inhabits next door's peat stack,
waiting for winter, and the fat sheep

ready for the show, and the gap
in the window of what was a house

and is a shed, and soon will be out of use.
The berries that were once white blossom

on the brambles belong to him,
so they say, and lose all their taste

on a certain day, when he comes to harvest
what is alive, and ripe, and his own.

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What it is like to read Proust - an experiment

by Henry Oliver

https://www.commonreader.co.uk/p/what-it-is-like-to-read-proust

Books by Marcel Proust at PG:
https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/author/987

#Books #Literature

MARCEL PROUST IN 1890.

The doctor looks at literature
Psychological studies of life and letters

Author: Joseph Collins

An oval-cropped black-and-white photograph of Proust with dark, close-cropped hair and a thin moustache, wearing a three-piece suit with a patterned cravat and a small boutonnière.

https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/75230/pg75230-images.html#Page_116

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The back page of *La Recherche*.

A densely covered manuscript page captioned "La dernière page du Temps retrouvé" — the final page of Marcel Proust's Time Regained, the last volume of In Search of Lost Time. The page is covered in Proust's characteristic cramped, heavily revised handwriting, with interlinear additions, crossed-out passages, and marginal insertions spilling into every available space, making it nearly illegible.

Possible transcription:

Je venais de comprendre pourquoi le duc de Guermantes, dont j’avais admiré, en le regardant assis sur une chaise, combien il avait peu vieilli bien qu’il eût tellement plus d’années que moi au-dessous de lui, dès qu’il s’était levé et avait voulu se tenir debout, avait vacillé sur des jambes flageolantes comme celles de ces vieux archevêques sur lesquels il n’y a de solide que leur croix métallique et vers lesquels s’empressent les jeunes séminaristes, et ne s’était avancé qu’en tremblant comme une feuille sur le sommet peu praticable de quatre-vingt-trois années, comme si les hommes étaient juchés sur de vivantes échasses grandissant sans cesse, parfois plus hautes que des clochers, finissant par leur rendre la marche difficile et périlleuse, et d’où tout d’un coup ils tombent...

https://gallica.bnf.fr/ark:/12148/bpt6k56794150/f508.item#

https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marcel_Proust#/media/Fichier:Derniere_proust.jpg

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Hear Joey Ramone Sing a Piece by John Cage Adapted from James Joyce’s Finnegans Wake

https://www.openculture.com/2025/08/hear-joey-ramone-sing-a-piece-adapted-from-james-joyces-finnegans-wake.html

“The Wonderful Widow of Eighteen Springs"

#books #music #literature

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OUT NOW!

The International Companion to the Scottish Novel
Ed. by Cairns Craig
£24.95 | €29.95 | $29.95

This INTERNATIONAL COMPANION assesses the work of Scottish novelists – writing in English, Gaelic, & Scots – from the eighteenth century to the present, & confronts constructions of nationality, identity, & form.

Available from all good booksellers & online via Project MUSE

@litstudies

https://asls.org.uk/publications/books/companions/ic10/

#Scottish #literature #novel #novels #novelists #literarystudies

Book cover. On the top half, in white letters on a green background, text reads

The International Companion to THE SCOTTISH NOVEL
Edited by Cairns Craig

Underneath is a detail from “When Children Are Asleep” (1885), by Thomas Faed (1825–1900). A woman wearing a simple, pale grey Victorian dress and a white bonnet, with a yellow shawl around her shoulders, sits next to a small fireplace, reading a book. She holds the book in her right hand, and puts down her left hand to warm it in the orange glow of the fireplace. Behind her, in a half-open box-bed, two small children are asleep.

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Contents

Series Editors’ Preface
Acknowledgements

Introduction (Cairns Craig)
1. Smollett and the Novel in Scotland (Aileen Douglas)
2. The Philosophical Foundations of the Scottish Novel (Cairns Craig)
Document 1 – Mrs Oliphant: ‘Walter Scott’
3. Walter Scott, the Reader, and the Times after Time (Caroline McCracken-Flesher)
Document 2 – Georg Lukács: from The Historical Novel
4. The Scottish Novel in the Wake of Walter Scott, 1815–1830 (Charles Snodgrass)
5. The Victorian Novel of Spiritual Crisis and the Disruption of Scottish Literary History (Juliet Shields)
Document 3 – Robert Louis Stevenson: ‘A Humble Remonstrance’
6. From the Nineteenth to the Twentieth Century (Andrew Nash)
Document 4 – Edwin Muir: from Scott and Scotland
7. The Scottish Novel in the Interwar Years (Glenda Norquay)
Document 5 – Lewis Grassic Gibbon: ‘Literary Lights’
8. From the Second World War to the 1970s (Eleanor Bell)

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Contents (continued)

Document 6 – Muriel Spark: from ‘The Desegregation of Art’
9. The Scottish Novel 1979–1999 (Carole Jones)
Document 7 – James Kelman: ‘Elitism and English Literature’
10. The First Hundred Years of the Gaelic Novel (Moray Watson)
11. Scottish Detective Fiction (Matthew Wickman)
12. Scottish Science Fiction and Fantasy (Anna McFarlane)
13. Scottish Children’s and Young Adult Fiction (Fiona McCulloch)
14. Into the Twenty-First Century (Cairns Craig)

Endnotes
Further Reading
Notes on Contributors
Index

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It’s been a long Indian summer
and the hips are rotting on the beach rose.

I can almost taste their sour skins –
red balls of seeds glistening…

—Marion McCready, “Rose Hips and Thistles”
from MADAME ECOSSE (Eyewear Books, 2017)

https://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poem/rose-hips-and-thistles/

#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #autumn #september

Rose Hips and Thistles
by Marion McCready

It’s been a long Indian summer
and the hips are rotting on the beach rose.

I can almost taste their sour skins –
red balls of seeds glistening

like fiery cauldrons in the late September sun;
green tentacles dripping below.

I’m dreaming of exotic gentians,
alpines, delphiniums.

But it’s the last of the flowering thistles
that stand before me

with their decadent helmets and feathers.
I think of Ellen Willmott

secretly scattering thistle seeds
in her neighbours’ gardens,

spreading pieces of herself – a legacy, to grow
and grow again when her body

is lowered to feed the earth
in a last great act of love.

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Susan Ferrier (1782–1854) was born #OTD, 7 September. Her three novels—Marriage, The Inheritance, & Destiny—are vivid & humorous accounts of Scottish society. Often compared to her contemporary Jane Austen, Ferrier’s satires are much more vicious…

A 🎂🧵

@litstudies

1/8

https://www.scottishwomenwritersontheweb.net/writers-a-to-z/susan-ferrier

#Scottish #literature #Regency #18thcentury #19thCentury #romanticism #WomenWriters #SusanFerrier #JaneAusten

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Herman Melville in his Ancestral Leven
10 Sep, Methil Heritage Centre – free

Featuring talks by Alan Riach: “Melville in Scotland: From the Pacific to Glasgow, to Fife & Beyond” – & Jana Laiz: “Inspired by Melville”

https://www.onfife.com/event/herman-melville-in-his-ancestral-leven/

#Scottish #literature #19thcentury #MelvilleMonday #HermanMelville

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“Buchan’s tales of trust and treachery, public duty and private doubt, still have questions to ask – and answers we might not entirely expect”

THE BOTTLE IMP tracks the many paths of one of Scotland’s most surprising storytellers in his 150th year

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https://www.thebottleimp.org.uk/2025/12/the-reign-of-saturn/

#Scottish #literature #19thcentury #20thcentury #JohnBuchan

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“SANGSCHAW… gave other writers permission to push the boundaries of Scots as a language of literature, capable of expressing deep thought and not just for light comedy or mawkish whimsy”

Celebrating the 100th anniversary of Hugh MacDiarmid’s first book

https://www.thenational.scot/culture/25436484.100-year-tribute-hugh-macdiarmid-marking-crucial-work/

#Scottish #literature #poetry #Scots #Scotslanguage #20thcentury #MacDiarmid #HughMacDiarmid

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The glitter of water and the wake…
Heading for University in Aberdeen.
It’s an autumn morning. I am seventeen.
Above the Isle of Skye the dawn’s a flag

of red infuriate ore…

—Iain Crichton Smith, “Aberdeen University 1945–49 (1)”
in DEER ON THE HIGH HILLS, ed. by John Greening (Carcanet, 2021)

https://www.carcanet.co.uk/9781800170940/deer-on-the-high-hills/

#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #IainCrichtonSmith #Skye #Aberdeen

Aberdeen University 1945–49 (1)
by Iain Crichton Smith

The glitter of water and the wake…
Heading for University in Aberdeen.
It’s an autumn morning. I am seventeen.
Above the Isle of Skye the dawn’s a flag

of red infuriate ore. I see the train
for the first time ever steaming from the Kyle
beyond the screaming seagulls, in the smell
of salt and herring. There’s a tall sad crane.

The landscape, rich, harmonious, unwinds
its perfect symmetry: not the barren stone
and vague frail fences I have always known.
I hold my Homer steady in my hand.

All day we travel and at last dismount
at the busy station of that sparkling town.
A beggar with black glasses sitting down
on the hard stone holds out his cap. I count

the pennies in it. Should I freely give?
Or being more shameful than himself refrain?
His definite shadow is the day’s black stain.
How in such open weakness learn to live?

I turn away, the money in my hand,
profusely sweating, in that granite blaze.
Unknown, unlooked at, I pick up my case.
Everything’s glittering and transient.

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“I mean, your society’s broken, so who should we blame? Should we blame the rich, powerful people who caused it? No let’s blame the people with no power & no money & these immigrants who don’t even have the vote, yeah it must be their fucking fault.”

—Iain Banks, the final interview (2013)

https://www.theguardian.com/books/2013/jun/15/iain-banks-the-final-interview

#Scottish #literature #IainBanks #IainMBanks

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Kathleen Jamie & Don Paterson in Conversation with Chris Agee
29 Oct, Scottish Poetry Library, Edinburgh – £10

Ten years after the Independence Referendum, IRISH PAGES asks Scottish writers diverse Scottish writers to think about their country, & take stock of the current state of its culture & polity, language & literature, ecology & environment. How will Scotland fare in an era of momentous & unpredictable political change?

https://www.eventbrite.co.uk/e/kathleen-jamie-and-don-paterson-in-conversation-with-chris-agee-tickets-1547966432269

#Scottish #literature #politics #culture

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Why René Descartes Believed That Machines Will Never Be Able to Genuinely “Think”

According to René Descartes, no matter how advanced or sophisticated, machine intelligence remains fundamentally inferior to the complexity and depth of human intelligence.

by Scott Mclaughlan

https://www.thecollector.com/descartes-paradox-artificial-intelligence/

Descartes at PG:
https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/author/44

#books #literature #philosophy

René Descartes at his desk.

Dscartes is shown seated in three-quarter view, turned slightly toward the viewer while positioned at an ornate writing desk or table. His right hand gestures toward or rests near an open book or manuscript on the desk.

Descartes is portrayed with long, dark hair falling past his shoulders and a prominent mustache.

https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Ren%C3%A9_Descartes?uselang=fr#/media/File:Descartes3.jpg

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My high school English syllabus, ranked.

By Brittany Allen

https://lithub.com/my-high-school-english-syllabus-ranked/

Ethan Frome & Bleak House at PG:
https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/4517
https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/1023

#books #literature

Cover of the first edition of Ethan Frome (1911).

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ethan_Frome#/media/File:Ethan_Frome_first_edition_cover.jpg

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Cover of first serial of Bleak House, March 1852
Illustration from the New York Public Library Berg Collection

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bleak_House#/media/File:Cover,_Bleak_House_(1852-3).png

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The Novel F. Scott Fitzgerald Never Wrote
A Romantic Drama Against the Backdrop of History

By Anne Margaret Daniel (from the archives)

https://lithub.com/the-novel-f-scott-fitzgerald-never-wrote/?utm_source=Klaviyo&utm_medium=campaign&utm_id=01K4GXQHD1JQF3NSKDBWP4HAFN&_kx=3MZUehzXM-41qlWAMPUiuNZadX2p0SByuNf_t0eMLB0.U5D8ER

Fitzgerald at PG:
https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/author/420

#books #literature

A publicity photograph of writer F. Scott Fitzgerald circa 1921 published in The World's Work (June 1921 issue).

Fitzgerald is shown in a formal seated pose, turned slightly toward the camera. His expression is calm, alert, and composed.

He wears a dark three-piece suit with a tie, crisply pressed white shirt, and neatly combed hair parted at the middle.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/F._Scott_Fitzgerald#/media/File:F_Scott_Fitzgerald_1921.jpg

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The deid-hole’s a sma-boukit place for you.
You need tae be blawn aboot the cosmos
so’s your live matter mells wi the spaces
and you become the stour starns are made o…

—Alastair Mackie: In Memoriam Hugh MacDiarmid (1892–1978)

Christopher Murray Grieve – Hugh MacDiarmid – died #OTD, 9 September

https://asls.org.uk/publications/books/volumes/a-kist-o-skinlan-things/

#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #Scots #Scotslanguage #MacDiarmid #HughMacDiarmid