Queasy. For me, it's somewhere between cringeworthy and diverting. There's the sheer brazen Mary Sueness of it all--I mean a thousand-guinea sable cloak and a Donne manuscript? And all the babbling in tongues. It's schwärmerisch.
And then there's the humiliation of the spinster. That, I think, is of a piece with what I most dislike in Sayers: her snobbishness, her cruelty, her exaltation of Peter Wimsey. Harriet never gets to do anything better than Lord Peter, not even write. Sayers wants to be a feminist, but her animus overcrows her. Boys cool! Girls icky!
It's all right to angst if you're wearing a penis. It's like white tie.
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Queasy. For me, it's somewhere between cringeworthy and diverting. There's the sheer brazen Mary Sueness of it all--I mean a thousand-guinea sable cloak and a Donne manuscript? And all the babbling in tongues. It's schwärmerisch.
And then there's the humiliation of the spinster. That, I think, is of a piece with what I most dislike in Sayers: her snobbishness, her cruelty, her exaltation of Peter Wimsey. Harriet never gets to do anything better than Lord Peter, not even write. Sayers wants to be a feminist, but her animus overcrows her. Boys cool! Girls icky!
It's all right to angst if you're wearing a penis. It's like white tie.
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