Daenerys Targaryen (Game of Thrones) Orientalism (Edward Said) Culture and Imperialism (Edward Said) “Lady Lazarus” (Sylvia Plath) “Can the Subaltern Speak?” (Gayatri Spivak) Elizabeth (dir. Shekhar Kapur) Jon Snow (Game of Thrones) Heart of Darkness (Joseph Conrad) Women in Love (D.H. Lawrence) “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” (Robert Frost) The Joy of Sex (Alex Comfort)…
Don't be ashamed to weep; 'tis right to grieve. Tears are only water, and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water. But there must be sunlight also. A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory and love of our lost ones is sealed inside to comfort us. There is only one god and his name is Death.
You may speak freely here, whether it is of The Incident, or on the return of that deranged Hobbit-looking guy. Mallory is slowly eroding my belief in spoiler warnings, so enjoy 'em while they last.
William Carlos Williams: “So much depends upon the red wedding.” Virginia Woolf: “Jaime Lannister said he would screw his sister himself.” James Joyce: “…Riverrun, past Stone Hedge and Raventree, from swerve of the Trident to bend of Blackwater Bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to King’s Landing.” Samuel Beckett: “Winter can't go on, winter will go on." T.S. Eliot: “Do I dare to eat a raw stallion heart?"…
1. Daenerys will be introduced to no fewer than twenty new characters, each more critical to the plot than the last. Aggravated over the complicated new names and the glacial pace of her storyline, Daenerys will fly off on Drogon across the narrow sea and burn everyone in Westeros alive. Dany will then sit atop a throne of charred skulls, eating raw meat, giving the finger to the Lord of Light.
If you are a female reader of genre fiction, you have probably gotten used to being dismissed. You are dismissed within the narratives of the stories you love, which all too often cast you as a lover or a witch, a virgin or a crone, a sexy plot-device on two long, supple legs; you are dismissed by half of the people who share your interests under the maddening label of fake-geek girlery. (Unless the genre…
The Bodyguard is a 1992 romantic thriller starring Whitney Houston and Kevin Costner. I have never seen it. I would like to take this opportunity to make public my strongly felt views that this movie should be remade with Kanye West in Whitney Houston's role and Gwendoline Christie (Brienne on Game of Thrones) in Kevin Costner's. It is my understanding that Kanye West would make a deeply charming and vulnerable actor, and I would like…
Watching Game of Thrones is an interesting undertaking if you're a woman who likes women. One the one hand: hey, a fantasy series with lots of distinct female characters who are, on the whole, about as developed as you’re likely to get in a mainstream franchise set in a world that draws a significant amount of inspiration from ye olde chattel days. On the other hand: seven hells, does a lot of woman-hating happen on…
It has long been a dream of mine to throw a party where everyone has to come dressed as an unpopular wife from a prestigious drama on cable television and treat each other with respect the entire night. I would dearly love to see just one day on TV where all the fancy, brutal male protagonists have to act like their loathed spouses, where the viewing public took a twentieth of the love they bear for Tami…
Other entries in this series can be found here. He woke up ambiguously. "Hmm," he seemed to say as he looked warily around him. Time for another day of swords or drugs or making business, whatever his job was. He lit seventeen cigarettes, because who the fuck cared. "I'm a man," he announced to the room. "I'm a goddamn man and sometimes I have to make the tough decisions that no one asked me to…
