Title: 'Moll Flanders'

Author: Daniel Defoe

Rating: 4/5

Plot summary: Moll Flanders (not her true name) tells the story of her life from her birth in Newgate prison to being 70 years old. Throughout the course of her life, she commits many sins: she starts with adultery and prostitution, before committing incest and bigamy. She reverts to stealing items following the death of one of her many husbands, and becomes a renowned thief known as ‘Moll Flanders’. The novel takes place primarily in London, but Moll also visits Virginia, America. 

What I enjoyed: Moll has an exceptionally unique voice. Defoe has created a character who is vulnerable and strong in equal measure, as well as presenting her to be entirely in control of her actions, and thus, her destiny. Considering this text was written in the late 1700s, the female characters hold the most power, demonstrated by Moll’s self-sufficiency in the latter stages of the text. 

What I struggled with: To preserve the voice of an academically uneducated woman (though she is educated in what matters, arguably), Defoe writes in jaunty, often misspelled prose. Random words are capitalised, and the paragraphs are considerable in length. This makes for a challenging (yet rewarding) read. 

posted 3 days ago @ 18 Aug 2014
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sixpenceee:

Feather Child by Lucy Glenlendinning.

This art work is inspired by her fascination with a future society. The feathered children are questions, where the artist is asking us if we lived in a world where our genetics could be freely manipulated, will be able to resist altering our physical abilities?

The fragility of the feathers also represents the fate of Icarus in Greek mythology, where Icarus flew too close to the sun and burned to a crisp. How far can humanity progress before everything falls apart?

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Ocean lip-lapping
against our second-skins: 
our braver, stranger, distant selves. 

I say I am happy here
and I have never connected with anyone
like this. 

Music at wrists, blood pumping, 
salt. 
My body is more than I thought it was. 

I am blistering but you see me 
immediately. 
We do not touch, but you move me. 

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aseaofquotes:

Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated

aseaofquotes:

Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated

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I have received my reading list, timetable, email address, and module information. I’m trying to decide on which modules to study, as well as trying to finalise all student finance things. Hopefully I can get it all finished before the A-level results come out to avoid any website crashes. 

posted 1 week ago @ 12 Aug 2014
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guardian:

Supermoon.

Credits on photos. 

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days-of-reading:

In which case, you fail by default.

thestarstone:

"Rock bottom became the solid foundation on which I built my life. It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all."

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Pretty amazing story on a grave in Whitby.

Pretty amazing story on a grave in Whitby.

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Found on the third floor of a multi-storey carpark in Durham.

Found on the third floor of a multi-storey carpark in Durham.

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London Jon Reid

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Oscar Wilde said that if you know what you want to be, then you inevitably become it - that is your punishment, but if you never know, then you can be anything. There is a truth to that. We are not nouns, we are verbs. I am not a thing - an actor, a writer - I am a person who does things - I write, I act - and I never know what I am going to do next. I think you can be imprisoned if you think of yourself as a noun.

» Stephen Fry (via lyblac)  
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