Category Archives: Lives of the English Majors

Flying High, Whirling like a Dervish

What a lovely surprise. Michael and I were 30,000 feet up in the air (on our way to Istanbul) when I got an email from the fabulous Susie Bright, congratulating me for Carrie’s Story winning a 2014 Audie, for Best Audiobook of the Year in the Erotica Category (2014 being the first time that category has even existed).

AND, as Susie points out on Facebook, “This is the FIRST recognition, ever, of [the] erotic literature genre in ‘Audie’ history.” Not to speak of “the first time an erotic writer/work/actor has been given a mainstream, across-the-board literary award of ANY kind for its merit.”

Consider that for a moment.  As I am (for the first time actually). In our hotel lobby in Cappadocia, where after almost a week of soaking in Turkish art, scenery, and food, Susie’s words are finally sinking into my overworked sensorium.

Mainstream. Literary. Merit. Gosh.

I might still be 30,000 feet above the ground.

 

More on Why I Love Romance (when I do)

Over at Twitter, I’ve added my 2 cents to a discussion of a recent Salon.com piece on romance and erotica. And of course, I’ve also been writing my heart out about Regency romance at Goodreads. Here’s another sidelong contribution, a poem by a recent Poet Laureate Kay Ryan, who’d probably be surprised that I’m putting … Continue reading More on Why I Love Romance (when I do)

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Bright Star, Heart in a Book

Do you not see how necessary a World of Pains and troubles is to school an Intelligence and make it a soul? That’s from somewhere in John Keats’ letters, as quoted by biographer Walter Jackson Bate. And as I copied it out from Bate this morning, it occurred to me that certainly that’s one of … Continue reading Bright Star, Heart in a Book

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A Fish Without a Bicycle

Not a woman without a man (as the old second-wave feminist quip had it) but a romance writer without a bookmark to give away… No, wait a minute, it’s the opposite. A romance writer never leaves home without a bookmark to give away. A romance writer without a bookmark is like a fish without… fins, … Continue reading A Fish Without a Bicycle

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The Writer as Reader: the Colors of the World

In almost all my fiction, the heroine is a reader. Mostly, I think, because I don’t know how to imagine a non-reading consciousness… I mean, can you imagine yourself illiterate? I can’t. It feels as though I’ve always made my way through the world by peering at it through the lens of other people’s written … Continue reading The Writer as Reader: the Colors of the World

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Of Grace, Lord Byron, and Vampires: A New Year in the Lives of the English Majors

I’m not quite sure how I’ve managed to let so much time fly by since my last post. But part of what was occupying me and Michael was the Modern Language Association Convention, which is always held between Christmas and New Years Day, and which was held in San Francisco this year. For those of … Continue reading Of Grace, Lord Byron, and Vampires: A New Year in the Lives of the English Majors

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Wild Work, in Inner and Outer Space

Every time we arrange or rearrange books on a shelf, we enjoy in crude form one of the basic pleasures of literary criticism. — English Romanticism and the French Tradition, by Margery Sabin …Two weeks ago, on the History Hoydens blog, I mused about the pleasures of reshelving my books in a freshly painted study, … Continue reading Wild Work, in Inner and Outer Space

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