Style: Essays on Renaissance and Restoration Literature and Culture in Memory of Harriet Hawkins

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University of Delaware Press, 2005 - Literary Criticism - 296 pages
"The late Harriett Hawkins was a senior research fellow of Linacre College, Oxford University, and author of several influential works of Renaissance literary criticism and cultural studies such as Likenesses of Truth in Elizabethan and Restoration Drama; Poetic Freedom and Poetic Truth; The Devil's Party; Classics and Trash: Traditions and Taboos in "High" Literature and Popular Modern Genres; and Strange Attractors: Literature, Culture and Chaos Theory. Her friends, family, and colleagues pay tribute to her sense of style - personal and literary - with essays inspired by her own interdisciplinary interests and high scholarly standards."--Jacket.

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The Style of Scholarship and a Scholarship of Style A Tribute to Harriett Hawkins
A Bibliography
Harriett Hawkinss Renaissance
Interpretation Theory and Iconoclasm
The Destruction of the Bower of Bliss in Spensers The Faerie Queene
The Seductions of Comus
Single Authors and Singular Styles
Pointful Vagueness and the Merging of Contraries
Denzil Holles and the Stylistic Development of the Early English Memoir
Chaos Theory and the Fractal Poetics of John Donne
Fashion Culture and Politics
Dryden Etherege and the Perfection of Art
Discourses on Health and Leisure and Modern Constructions of Holidays at the Restoration Spas
The Contexts of Thomas Legges Solymitana Clades The Destruction of Jerusalem c 157988
The Princes Choice
Notes on Contributors

Shakespeare and Magical Grammar
Shakespeares Eloquence
Hamlets Dramatic Soliloquies

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