Ruth Scobie
@ruthscobie
Mostly eighteenth-century; she/her. Writing a book: NOVELS AND THE RISE OF CELEBRITY, which is not about the rise of the novel
My Gran, 100 years old today: first in her family to go to university, tennis sensation, this afternoon queen of an enormous noisy family tea party 🥳
Had a chance at my day job to climb the scaffolding round the Radcliffe Observatory Tower. A treat for lovers of 1790s Coade stone and dusty Oxford vistas
Does 1780 count as Romantic? artuk.org/discover/art... and the unfinished newspaper-reader from the same series buffaloakg.org/artworks/194...
Am I getting a migraine or is the AI-powered BL playbills database lightly deranged
This is the last page of the first Penguin edition of Virginia Woolf's Orlando [Pixies voice] GOT ME A BLOOMSBURY AH-HA-HA-HO SLICING UP MARS BARS AH-HA-HA-HO
The vet told me that Doris "has the kidneys of a much younger cat" so obviously I said "well I'll tell her she must give them back", and he earnestly replied "no I just meant for comparison" in case you ever wondered what those Bluesky commenters are like in real life
Extremely jetlagged in Singapore. It is 31 degrees and stormy. A sped-up version of Silent Night is playing. Anyway here's a fake living room with a picture of Carl Linnaeus in it
I could write something about myself to greet new followers, but I don't want to, so instead have a murmuration from earlier this evening
The actual best thing about living in Oxford is St Giles Fair, which is 400 years old, closes the whole city centre for two days, and offers unrivalled weeknight opportunities to vomit on St John's College
Right & Wrong; or, The Kinsmen of Naples (1803): perfectly serviceable four volume Gothic-y novel Reader: Right & Wrong; or, The Kinsmen of Naples (1803): this bit's set in Wales Reader: Right & Wrong; or The Kinsmen of Naples (1803):
Sewed a little Reynard preaching to the birds, from this medieval illustration that looks like a Disney background character
Everyone looks at these peonies I bought for six quid in a Tesco Metro
Happy Halloween! from the time my cat confronted her own Gothic doppelgänger and also that time she was the Muse of Tragedy
A gift from my gran, somehow already giving strong Irish Catholic aesthetics even before I discovered the helpful note folded inside
I think everyone who follows me on here is an academic, but I'm not doing any research at the moment so here's a picture of Doris