Don't you just love books that cause you to have an epiphany?

In this case, Queering the Pitch: The New Gay and Lesbian Musicology. It is sad to announce that queer musicology is in its infancy, and rather puzzling too, since, let's face it, the music world is positively swarming with gay men. So this book is rather a mixed bag, but it's very exciting and provided a tremendous amount of food for thought.

( So, the epiphany )

Don't you just love books that cause you to have an epiphany?

In this case, Queering the Pitch: The New Gay and Lesbian Musicology. It is sad to announce that queer musicology is in its infancy, and rather puzzling too, since, let's face it, the music world is positively swarming with gay men. So this book is rather a mixed bag, but it's very exciting and provided a tremendous amount of food for thought.

( So, the epiphany )

Resolution

I will not read Billy Budd until I have finished Vanity Fair.
I will not read Billy Budd until I have finished Vanity Fair.
I will not read Billy Budd until I have finished Vanity Fair.

The library was shut by the time I'd dropped into JW's office to natter about the use of Beethoven in Forster and just about everything else, but on the way back I nipped into the bookshop formerly known as MacFeely's and found a copy of the Melville. It's scribbled on, but for 50p who cares. I acquired Sedgwick's The Epistemology of the Closet earlier this afternoon since it was being quoted every other page in Queering the Pitch, and she turns out to have an entire chapter on it, so between that and my interest in the Britten opera, it was high time. I wonder if it'll be as screamingly queer as I expect? Closets in the nineteenth century seem to be very strange affairs, just look at Ben Hur. Here's what's on the back of this edition:

( Spoiler ahead - don't blame me, blame Penguin Popular Classics )

Resolution

I will not read Billy Budd until I have finished Vanity Fair.
I will not read Billy Budd until I have finished Vanity Fair.
I will not read Billy Budd until I have finished Vanity Fair.

The library was shut by the time I'd dropped into JW's office to natter about the use of Beethoven in Forster and just about everything else, but on the way back I nipped into the bookshop formerly known as MacFeely's and found a copy of the Melville. It's scribbled on, but for 50p who cares. I acquired Sedgwick's The Epistemology of the Closet earlier this afternoon since it was being quoted every other page in Queering the Pitch, and she turns out to have an entire chapter on it, so between that and my interest in the Britten opera, it was high time. I wonder if it'll be as screamingly queer as I expect? Closets in the nineteenth century seem to be very strange affairs, just look at Ben Hur. Here's what's on the back of this edition:

( Spoiler ahead - don't blame me, blame Penguin Popular Classics )