Something was bugging me today. I was going out for a drive to have a think and then something at the back of my head waved an index card. I remember my lecturer J mentioning it back when I was doing the mini dissertation, but I was more interested in Psychoanalytical theory rather than the feminist slant. Now, at almost the eleventh hour, it's coming back to me and I will now have to take a crash course of 'L'ecriture feminine' which instead of skating around the issue (like I have) delves straight into the heart of the matter. So, I thought I was going to deliver this weekend? Wrong.
Helen Cixious' 'The Laugh of the Medusa'
is an interesting text and has helped me a bit today. I now feel like I have the final pieces, but I might have overloaded the dissertation with maybe TOO many outside sources. There has to be room for my own point of view. Onward with the conclusion now :-)
Gave up writing the rest and settled on getting the gist for tomorrow's lecture on PG Wodehouse. Will see if I can at least do the biblio and just get that out of the way.