It has been ten years since I first read Jane Eyre, and I’ve come to conclusion that we’re all having the wrong conversation about it. This book belongs on the Fantasy or Horror shelf.
Full disclosure: I have a complex relationship with Jane Eyre. I appreciate it, but I’m no fan girl by any stretch of the imagination. Jane Eyre literally puts a bad taste in my mouth, or at least a weird one—the most pronounced experience of lexical-gustatory synesthesia I’ve ever had. Even thinking about it for too long brings it back. To be honest, it’s tough for me to get through the book from cover to cover: I always skim her time with the Rivers family. The plot operates on a spectrum, with cold, introspective boredom at one end and hair-raising horror on the other end, and it always leaves me kind of baffled. Continue reading “Jane Eyre is Genre Fiction”
I’ve given the Elementary/Highlander hybrid Forever a chance this fall because I am going through a huge mystery phase, and I’ve been a Ioan Gruffudd fan since his turn as Horatio Hornblower in the ‘90s. Besides, it feels like there isn’t much else on. But the series has crystallized for me the difficulty of watching dramas with shoddy police work in this age of great procedurals. The triumph of simultaneously accurate and compelling television writing these days means that lazier crime plotting ranks somewhere between distracting and unforgivable. Continue reading “Great Procedurals and the Downfall of Crime Shows”