Well, what do you know. The semester is over.
Well, other than the final of course.
But still. That was the last class we’ll ever have. Unless, I suppose, someone decides that they love the class so much that they need to take it again. Now, I’m afraid that isn’t me, but I didn’t dislike the class.
In fact, I rather enjoyed it. I found quite a few of the books that we read interesting. And they certainly gave us a good overview of the history of British novels. I mean, I feel that a number of them were significant in their representation of a genre or time period in British literary history.
And, of course, we got some pretty big name authors in there.
Chaucer, and his Canterbury Tales. Hard to imagine taking a Brit Lit class without reading at least one of these.
Shakespeare was an obvious choice as well.
Ann Radcliffe. Now, I hadn’t actually heard of her before, but it is clear that she was a significant author of those Gothic novels.
Jane Austen. Once again an obvious choice, although not Northanger Abbey in particular. I did like that it was basically a satire of the gothic novels that we had already read some of.
Sir Walter Scott. Another big name, and it focused on a big historical time period for Britain.
Equiano. A very impressive slave narrative, which obviously highlighted Britain’s breaking away from the slave trade.
And William Godwin. Once again, a significant name with an interesting book.
