Dear Petrarch's Love,
I will now progress with the academic rigour of a gin sodden harlot: Indeed, if Mr Spenser could see down the centuries he might take a very dim view of my cavortings under the name Britomart. I take the name for ironic reasons to do with higher ideas of gender identity, available quips about armouring and the erotic sense that Spenser gave to some of his writing. Were me and Spenser to meet for a cup of tea we probably wouldn't get on - the destruction of the Bower of Bliss I see as the action of a spoilsport. I love illusion to the hilt, it looks like Spenser distrusted it.
A similar sense of narky reader response arises in me from the end of "Pilgrim's Progress". Bunyan's writing stirs great feeling in me, but I'd have been a lot happier if Christian had gained access to the Emerald City.
The full horror of my imaginings might be shown by attempted afternoon tea with Milton - if I ever got across the threshold he would surely have had me escorted off the premises as an intellectual stain on his presence.
More seriously, if time machines were available, I find it an interesting mental game to try and imagine what it would be like to actually meet the people behind the writing. Would Laurie Lee be as delightful as his writing or a grumpy misanthropist? How sensitive was Byron the man? Would George Orwell be an insufferable puritan to know?
I recall that Hardy addressed this idea somewhere in "Jude the Obscure" (?) (memories of novels have all become a blur) by having Jude meet a writer that he admired to find something far far different from what the man's text had led him to believe.
The material you are studying was glimpsed as if far off headlands in my M.A. study - my work was to stick more locally to FQ and decipher what I could, an endless yet very rewarding task.
See you tomorrow, I'm just about to think up a few tips for readers of more modern poetry who encounter Spenser for the first time. My key concept is that the Spenserian text is a playful thing.


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We'll certainly have to see if we can devise a way to lure them into the discussion. Anyone who's out there reading this, feel free to drop in and ask questions or comment or something.
Am going to open up my copy and start reading again right away, plus dig out all my old notes from my summer at Bread Loaf over the weekend.



I received my MA from the University of Montana, but I attended the Bread Loaf School of English in Middlebury, VT during the summer as well. I was planning on doing my PhD, but life and love intervened
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