Spending a lot of required time on classic literature and literary theory, contemporary fiction and recent releases have become my literary haven. I turn to them when I need to cleanse my mind, when I need a break, and maybe most importantly of all, when […]
Detail of Frederic Leighton’s 1869 painting, “Elektra at the Tomb of Agamemnon.”
Theatre in ancient Greece was made by and for men. Yet, many of the plays we have from then display interestingly almost-feminist qualities—at least when viewed through a modern lens. The example usually cited is Aristophanes’ comedy Lysistrata, a classic story of husbands getting “put out on the couch” to stop a war, but what really interest me are the tragedies. My senior year of high school, I auditioned for a university theatre scholarship with a monologue from a hysterically old-fashioned translation of Euripides’ Elektra. I got the scholarship but wound up attending a different school and majoring in biology. Still, this was the beginning of my love affair with the Greek tragedies. Or, more specifically, their heroines.
Traveling on the Orient Express has been a dream of mine for as long as I can remember. I love trains, and I’ve been aesthetically drawn to the early twentieth century since I first watched The Secret Garden as a small child. Instead of fading […]
As The Attic opens its Lifestyle window, we the Editors would like to mark the occasion by offering a glimpse into our everyday lives.
By Our Bedsides is a new evening series in which we share the books, beauty products, and whatever else it may be that we’re winding down with at the moment. In this edition, Olivia takes us through her current reads and her cold weather routine.
What do my evenings look like now that temperatures have dropped?
Cold weather means that the first part of my evening routine is dedicated to my skin. Rory shared some tips for autumn skincare in her last Beauty post, but my biggest struggle is to keep my hands and face moisturized. For my face, I turn to Kiehl’s Ultra Facial Overnight Moisturizing Mask twice a week and, nightly, to Avene’s Cold Cream Lip Cream. For my hands, I religiously use Kiehl’s Ultimate Strength Hand Salve. All three are miracle products in my eyes.
If I’m not curled up watching something with my partner (most recently: American Vandal and a failed attempt at Alias Grace), then the rest of the evening most likely consists of leisure reading. Reading something that I don’t need to think about critically helps me to wind down and remind myself of why I’ve chosen to spend most days agonizing over literary theory. Right now, I’m zooming through George Saunders’s Lincoln in the Bardo, after resisting it for several months. (I didn’t think I’d like it!) Next up are Ali Smith’s Autumn and Alice Hoffman’s The Rules of Magic. I’m a year late with Autumn, and I’ve never read any of Hoffman’s books, but I’m not ready to say goodbye to autumn – so atmospheric reads and witchcraft seem like the only way to go.
Add to this a nice candle – my eternal favorite, even in the evenings, is La Boulangerie’s Espresso candle – and a nice glass of lemon water, and my night is set.
Looking at my copy of The Touchstone, I expected it to be one of Edith Wharton’s ghost stories. You can see why – it features a woman holding an eyeless death mask in front of her face, with a man doing the same in the […]
Harry Potter agus an Órchloch – Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone in Irish Literary talent has never been in short supply in Ireland. From the legends like William Butler Yeats, James Joyce, Bram Stoker, and Oscar Wilde to more modern authors including Donal Ryan, Emma Donoghue, […]
Whenever I visit Istanbul, I like to stay in Beyoğlu. Hilly, historical, and packed with turn-of-the-century buildings and much, much older landmarks, it makes me feel alive. Cats wander the streets and check in on you as you eat meze and drink cocktails to your heart’s content in the evenings. People sit at little tables in tiny restaurants, having conversations in Turkish, English, French, and Italian. You feel the history in the air, and I very colloquially understand the Derridean concepts I struggled with early in grad school, (pleasantly) haunted by local family history. My grandfather studied up the hill at the Galatasaray Lycée, established in 1481. My great-grandparents lived nearby. Feeling utterly at ease in their ghostly midst, I feel compelled to do what I most love and go in search of books. On the last morning of my latest visit, my partner and I did just that.
Below, photographically, are some of our finds: