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This is the blog of Sarah Monette/Katherine Addison, a professional writer of horror, fantasy, and science fiction. Sarah Monette is my real name; Katherine Addison is a pen name, intended to be transparent.

If you've found me here, odds are pretty good you're looking for something to read, so the following is--to the best of my knowledge--a complete list of everything I've written that's available online:

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If you know of anything I've missed, please leave a comment!
18th-Dec-2007 03:47 pm - She runs lunatic.
mfu: ik-phd
I got an email this afternoon from an actor with the Henley Street Theatre* in Richmond, Virginia. He's getting ready to play Hieronimo in The Spanish Tragedy; he said he found my dissertation chapter extremely helpful and thanked me for putting it online.

This is probably the best compliment my academic work has ever received, and I have to tell you, it makes the unending nightmare-about-a-plague of writing and defending and revising and depositing my dissertation seem actually worthwhile.

Because, frankly, the point of a dissertation is not to produce something that will be read. It's to demonstrate to your committee that you can sustain a book-length research project and not be an embarrassment to your alma mater in public. The dissertation gets deposited with the University of Michigan, microfilmed, and sat upon with all the other thousands of doctoral dissertations like a dragon's hoard. Nobody reads it except your committee. Nobody's going to read it. You cannibalize it for articles, and it is assumed that one of your steps toward tenure (assuming also that you can land a tenure-track job, which has not been a safe assumption any time these past twenty years and more) will be turning your dissertation into a book. I.e., something to be published and read, by the small and rarefied sub-culture that reads academic literary criticism and scholarship.

I put my dissertation online because:
(a.) I could;
(b.) since I was bailing out of academia, I didn't need to cannibalize it for anything;
(c.) some of y'all (being the audience of this blog) had expressed interest in reading it, and I was not about to make anyone pay UMich $55 or whatever it is they charge.

And I suppose I may have hoped that people interested in Shakespeare or revenge tragedy or Seneca might come across it and find it useful or interesting or entertaining . . . but there's a big difference between hoping for something and actually having someone email you and say your work has helped them in preparing to do the most important thing anyone can ever do with a play: perform it.

*The website is due for a major overhaul, and they ask that interested parties please check back after the first of the year.
writing: abattoir
I've put my dissertation, in its entirety, up on my website.

I do, after all, own the copyright, and I have no plans to do anything more with the damned thing ever again.

So, if you're interested in Renaissance theater or horror or genre theory (or how I practice genre theory) or what a Ph.D. dissertation in English literature looks like, go check it out.

I'm getting back down in the trenches with the novel.
13th-Nov-2005 06:01 pm - Well, I'll be damned.
mfu: ik-wtf
My dissertation is available for download from Amazon.

[N.b., in all honesty, I don't think it's worth $55 for the privilege. I'm just sayin'.]
6th-Aug-2005 10:54 am(no subject)
mfu: ik-wtf
Today's mail brought:

* my contributor's copy of The Magazine of Speculative Poetry vol. 7, no. 2.

* a certificate of registration of copyright for my dissertation.

Yes. That dissertation.

heresluck and I had just been talking about this a few days ago, about dissertations and copyrights and whether one should bother with the extra fee to get the copyright in one's own name. I did, because I am a beady-eyed goblin about that sort of thing, and I remember saying to h.l. that I hadn't heard thing one about it since I deposited back in May of 2004.

Well, now I have, and the official copyright date of my dissertation is April 19, 2005.

This just feels really freaking weird. Because, I mean, I had closure, and now I have more of it, and an excess of closure doesn't seem to result in enhanced feelings of closure and security, but instead a sort of wtf do I do now? It's like when you slam the lid of something extra hard to be sure it latches, and instead of latching, it rebounds into your face.

I'm not quite sure what to do with myself now.
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