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sabaceanbabe recced, and am still reading Pauline Gedge's "Child of the Morning" (novel about Hatshepsut) and Keats' letters. Plus, I finally bought a complete edition of O. Henry and have been "dipping." Of course, I also feel like rereading "Rebecca."
But the best part is that today I got two books I ordered from abebooks: "Dark Star," which is a biography of John Gilbert, one of my favorite silent actors, and "Song of Love: the Letters of Rupert Brooke and Noel Olivier." Cheesy title or not, I came across this collection of letters between the WWI poet and Noel (who despite her name was a woman, and apparently became a doctor, quite a feat in those days) in undergrad and loved it. Especially RB's letters: they are rather like his poems: moody, and obsessive, and very beautiful.
Sample letter:
October 2, 1911
I have a thousand images of you in an hour; all different and all coming back to the same... And we love. And we've got the most amazing secrets and understandings. Noel, whom I love, who is so beautiful and wonderful. I think of you eating omlette on the ground. I think of you once against a sky line: and on the hill that Sunday morning.
And that night was wonderfullest of all. The light and the shadow and quietness and the rain and the wood. And you. You are so beautiful and wonderful that I daren't write to you... And kinder than God.
Your arms and lips and hair and shoulders and voice - you.
Rupert Brooke
sabaceanbabe recced, and am still reading Pauline Gedge's "Child of the Morning" (novel about Hatshepsut) and Keats' letters. Plus, I finally bought a complete edition of O. Henry and have been "dipping." Of course, I also feel like rereading "Rebecca."But the best part is that today I got two books I ordered from abebooks: "Dark Star," which is a biography of John Gilbert, one of my favorite silent actors, and "Song of Love: the Letters of Rupert Brooke and Noel Olivier." Cheesy title or not, I came across this collection of letters between the WWI poet and Noel (who despite her name was a woman, and apparently became a doctor, quite a feat in those days) in undergrad and loved it. Especially RB's letters: they are rather like his poems: moody, and obsessive, and very beautiful.
Sample letter:
October 2, 1911
I have a thousand images of you in an hour; all different and all coming back to the same... And we love. And we've got the most amazing secrets and understandings. Noel, whom I love, who is so beautiful and wonderful. I think of you eating omlette on the ground. I think of you once against a sky line: and on the hill that Sunday morning.
And that night was wonderfullest of all. The light and the shadow and quietness and the rain and the wood. And you. You are so beautiful and wonderful that I daren't write to you... And kinder than God.
Your arms and lips and hair and shoulders and voice - you.
Rupert Brooke
