The month of January dies, and I write this to you from the innocent past. Blog readers, I hope the month of January has treated you better than I would choose to treat any of the characters in Elinor Glyn except for Isabella Waring, who was fortunate to escape Paul as a husband but who nevertheless deserved better treatment than Paul gave her. After months of silence, Paul finally gets a letter from the lady, in which she informs him that she has borne his son. He’s thrilled about it, and can’t believe that destiny would keep him from his…
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When I got to the end of Chapter 19, I said “Ohhhhhh shit” because my friends? The idyll (??) portion of Elinor Glyn’s masterpiece, Three Weeks, has finally ended. The drama has begun. Because after yet another (argh) night of floral scents and uncontained passion, the Lady blows this popsicle stand. Paul is so distraught about her sudden departure that he falls into a desperate illness–brain fever! This sounds like a very real thing that real humans suffer from, and not a nonsense invented by Elinor Glyn as a convenient plot device for her extremely silly novel. Have any of…
Leave a CommentOkay, I got distracted and forgot to write about the first six chapters of Elinor Glyn’s 1907 trashy book Three Weeks, but luckily Alice, the host of the readalong, had it covered. I’m going to catch us up REAL QUICK on all the action of the first six chapters and then get into the second six. The book opens with this introduction for American readers: And to all who read, I say—at least be just! and do not skip. No line is written without its having a bearing upon the next, and in its small scope helping to make the…
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