I have a number of books to review, a play to talk about, a haul to reveal, and plenty of Shiny New Books links to give… but I couldn’t resist doing as Susan D suggests and putting up a post about confusing authors.
Not as in I-find-Gertrude-Stein-confusing-to-read, but as in I-get-Gertrude-Stein-mixed-up-with-Gertrude-Jekyll (as it may be).
We had a nice cathartic, collective confession of confusion when it came to the many and various Penelopes, and I’d love to know who else has caused you angst in this way. Almost invariably, I find, it all becomes clear once I’ve read one or both (or all) of the authors in question, but beforehand all is lost. For instance, I used to be unable to disentangle George Orwell and H.G. Wells (that ‘well’ in both their names threw me) until I started reading them.
Well, I confessed some yesterday, but didn’t mention these, whom I used to get confused:
Anita Brookner / Anita Shreve
Naomi Mitchison / Naomi Jacob
Edith Wharton / Eudora Welty
Over to you… c’mon, don’t be shy. And remember, this is a safe space… so confess, don’t judge ;)