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I am gearing up

August 10, 2010

to write about why Mary and Shelley and Mary’s father are all writing about incest; meanwhile, the past few days have been consumed by family. A happy coincidence, perhaps. Today, I gave up on writing and re-read The Castle of Otranto and The Monk. Have any of you read them? I have been thinking about the Gothic and Horror and then I re-read Freud on The Uncanny. I do love his definition of the uncanny as something familiar that is suddenly strange. In German, the word for uncanny is related to Home. I like this idea: that home can be the strangest place of all.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. August 11, 2010 6:46 am

    Now you have to reread “Northanger Abbey,” all about what happens when you read too much “Castle of Otranto.”

  2. Ruth permalink
    August 11, 2010 11:14 am

    And indeed, sometimes home IS the strangest place of all.

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