Revisiting the Literature of My Past
I have spent much of my summer perusing literature that is work related instead of what I normally read for pleasure. An escapist by nature, I gravitate toward Christian fiction in my free time probably because it differs from the literature I read and teach at work, which includes classics and critical analyses of them. This summer I have been revisiting many of the classic works I read twenty to twenty-five years ago (the majority of which has totally dissolved from my memory…), and I am noticing some things that never occurred to me as a younger reader. For example, while reading the introduction to Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein by Johanna M. Smith, I observed that Shelley had a rather dysfunctional home life and parents that often seemingly contradicted themselves in their messages and the way they chose to live out their lives. As a Christian mother of impressionable teens, I can see the import of this now; years ago, I would have simply skimmed the commentary and dismissed it ...