Valerie Mead
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. . Gothic, as it is portrayed in American Renaissance literature, is
sensational and almost larger than life.
The works that include gothic elements within them
are sometimes so downright dramatic and over the top that it makes it hard to
stop reading.
If this idea of what the gothic was were
personified, it would be your moody younger cousin that wears black lipstick and
cannot stop listening to Depeche Mode; to her, her problems are so enormous and
troublesome that everyone must know about them, but it has to be inferred as it
cannot be spoken from those sullen lips.
I appreciate this because I used to be somewhat
gothic (I have photographic evidence!) myself in the past, and while it is
entrancing and fun for a while, I like that I can now access those feelings I
once had without physically living them out; all I have to do is read the work,
look over it as long as I like, and close it when I’m done. . . .
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