Book 1 of 1123. Ann Radcliffe's The Italian. Published in 1797 and, apparently, quite popular then.
The edition I'm reading is the Oxford University Press "World's Classics" paperback version, first published in 1981. It was edited by Frederick Garber, then an English professor at SUNY Binghampton. Garber also provides a (thankfully) brief introduction.
I will say little about the professor's intro other than this: it represents the classic academic writing of the period. Dense, verbose and filled with long, overly complicated sentences, it lacks focus and, to be honest, interest.
Radcliffe's own introductory frame chapter, on the other hand, is fabulous. It's got me hooked already. Any time I put a book down with a smile on my face, I know I've got a good one.
and only 25 years to read them. I counted the books in my home and found out that, between my partner and me, we have 1399 books in total. They run the gamut from science fiction to philosophy to feminist theory to graphic novels to poetry and plays. Then I counted how many of these books I had actually read from cover to cover: 276. Yikes. How embarrassing. So now I've committed myself to reading every book in the house before I die. Follow my adventures in reading here.
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Sunday, June 9, 2013
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