I turned in my bibliography when I got back to the States without a preface. I couldn’t come to a satisfactory conclusion about Philips. Over 25 years later, I still don’t know what she was really writing about. Perhaps it was life-sustaining friendships, perhaps it was code for a series of Lesbian lovers. But nowContinue reading “Across the Pond 24: “In defense of declared friendship””
I took a boat back to London for my return flight after three weeks on the continent. I had accrued an outrageous amount of luggage: The largest suitcase of anyone in my class (we flew in together, so yes, I’m sure) A 30 pound laptop in a shoulder bag A backpack full of research materialsContinue reading “Across the Pond 23: Sappho and a helluva guy on the Tube”
Photo by Anthony Choren on Unsplash The last portion of my cross-continental adventure was spent with Michelle and her family, who were hospitable to a fault. When we were 16, Michelle had spent a summer with me, my mom, and my brother as an exchange student. We spent the first part of the week atContinue reading “Across the Pond 22: Nice, Cannes, St. Tropez, and book guilt at Versailles with Michelle”
Greta had followed along on my Katherine Philips research during our last semester together in the U.S. She respected my mission to uncover this nearly-forgotten poet. On our last day together in Germany, she took me to an antiquarian bookseller in Frankfurt. She went up to the proprietor who disappeared behind a curtain and cameContinue reading “Across the Pond 21: A 1710 edition”
Greta picked me up at the dock in France with my favorite foods in the world: tuna fish sandwiches, German chocolate, and a bottle of champagne. She picked our first stop: the beach at Normandy. “They landed here?!?!?!?!” I said. She confirmed this and asked, “What would you like to see first in Europe?”
I did more traveling in England when classes ended. We had three days of dorm housing before the semester officially concluded and I was determined to see more of the country.
Ah, now, no need to worry. After two days I was up and about, eating the horrible dormitory food again and, to treat myself on occasion, dining out at Chinese and Indian restaurants in the University’s neighborhood.