A couple of weeks ago my best friend complained “you never write anything anymore!” Actually, it’s not strictly true. Today, for example, I wrote 6 pages of notes in a brilliant lecture on Bourdieu’s view of television journalism, 4 pages of notes in an equally brilliant lecture on The Merchant of Venice and what feels like hundreds of pages of notes on various feminist criticisms of Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. In fact, over the past 7 weeks I’ve written so much that I’ve got through two entire black printer cartridges. But it’s probably fair to say that my blog has suffered somewhat from all this exciting intellectual stimulation.
If anyone else is feeling deprived, I wrote a review of Laurie Penny’s new book, Penny Red: Notes from the New Age of Dissent for The F Word. You can read it here.