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Slowing down to learn

05 Sunday Oct 2025

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abolitionism, Age of Enlightenment, American literature, Charlotte Smith, enlightenment, Frederick Douglass, gothic literature, gothic romance, personal curriculum

In my last couple of posts, I’ve been discussing various texts that share a theme of autodidacticism, or self-learning. This concept caught my attention a few weeks ago when I first learned about the personal curriculum trend through a couple of YouTube videos I watched. The personal curriculum is an activity of designing a syllabus or plan for yourself over a few months, usually week by week, to learn something new.

The first literary work that I thought of when I learned about this trend was Charlotte Smith’s 1788 work Emmeline: The Orphan of the Castle. Emmeline is in an interesting position for learning in this work. She is an illegitimate daughter of deceased parents in the home of her paternal uncle. She is underprivileged in the sense that she is considered a social outcast generally, and her uncle accepts her on charity but wants nothing to do with her. She is housed in the neglected castle, largely alone except for a couple of servants, with a lot of time to explore and invent projects for herself. As I shared in a previous post, Emmeline recovers several moldy tomes from her uncle’s library that has been overtaken by nature, and she gives them to her instructor, Mrs. Carey, to augment her studies. The imagery in this chapter of her life is appealingly juxtaposed with the Enlightenment values of the day. As a gothic romance, the novel both exalts and subverts Enlightenment-era values like rationality, learnedness, hierarchy, self-determination, and the preference for the modern over the archaic. The library of forgotten texts found by Emmeline suggests a world of learning that has been obscured by modern ideals, languishing knowledge literally disappearing with dampness and mildew in a neglected library.

I wondered if those seeking a personal curriculum might have at all felt these sentiments: that something is vanishing; a desire to grasp fading knowledge before it is gone; a sense that knowledge is there but not knowing what, quite.

The modern world in which Emmeline lived shares many qualities with the modern world of today in how it is ever-fresh, looking forward, not backward, less interested in what Shakespeare said than in the new technology being invented that will cut costs and make things faster, more efficient. The gothic romance always subverts this modern, technology-forward thinking by presenting it with hauntings, madness, or obsessions that represent the repressed elements flowing uncannily back into the modern reality.

Emmeline is a late 18th century British gothic romance that speaks to the issues of its time and beyond, particularly regarding the abuse of power and wealth and the ill treatment of women left vulnerable under these power systems. A very different work in genre, being autobiography rather than a romantic novel, the 1845 The Narrative of the Live of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave is a factual account imbued with rhetoric to convince the reader that slavery is an unjust system that must be abolished.

What would Frederick Douglass, who provided such deep and stirring insights in his own time, think and say about America today? There’s no way to get his commentary directly, but it’s an interesting exercise to read his work, available all over the place, in any format desired, for free, and consider how ideas and systems in his world are still represented in a different guise.

(Or you could just type that into Chat GPT, I feel like somebody would say. I understand many people like Chat GPT. However, while I do use the Google AI, or whatever is handy, to help me convert cups to tablespoons and the like, I do not think it is appropriate to use Chat GPT to develop or share insight about humanity. The first and foremost reason is because processing and analyzing a literary work yourself changes you. A lot of different connections will form in your mind, and you will be able to relate the work to circumstances around you in all kinds of ways. You will remember the work and be able to recall it at will, or perhaps something you encounter will remind you of it. You will not have this experience from reading a couple of AI-generated paragraphs. Another reason not to use Chat GPT or other large language models is because they are “trained” from largely stolen content, and by using them, you are supporting and becoming dependent on a system of theft. The developers and executives that created these models did not care about respecting intellectual property. They also created a technology that encourages people not to think for themselves anymore. How will it benefit these executives if people become increasingly reluctant to think for themselves?)

In Frederick Douglass’ autobiography, Mr. Auld, Douglass’ enslaver, finds his wife teaching Douglass the alphabet, and chastises her. Douglass overhears this conversation, which he describes as one of the most important and insightful ones he has ever heard. Auld states that Douglass ‘should know nothing but to obey his master—to do as he is told to do…’” According to Auld, if Douglass is taught to read, “'[i]t would forever unfit him to be a slave. He would at once become unmanageable, and of no value to his master. As to himself, it could do him no good, but a great deal of harm. It would make him discontented and unhappy.’”

It is this argument that impresses onto Douglass the value of learning.

These words sank deep into my heart, stirred up sentiments within that lay slumbering, and called into existence an entirely new train of thought. It was a new and special revelation, explaining dark and mysterious things, with which my youthful understanding had struggled, but struggled in vain. I now understood what had been to me a most perplexing difficulty—to wit, the white man’s power to enslave the black man. It was a grand achievement, and I prized it highly. From that moment, I understood the pathway from slavery to freedom. It was just what I wanted, and I got it at a time when I the least expected it. Whilst I was saddened by the thought of losing the aid of my kind mistress, I was gladdened by the invaluable instruction which, by the merest accident, I had gained from my master. Though conscious of the difficulty of learning without a teacher, I set out with high hope, and a fixed purpose, at whatever cost of trouble, to learn how to read. The very decided manner with which he spoke, and strove to impress his wife with the evil consequences of giving me instruction, served to convince me that he was deeply sensible of the truths he was uttering. It gave me the best assurance that I might rely with the utmost confidence on the results which, he said, would flow from teaching me to read. What he most dreaded, that I most desired. What he most loved, that I most hated. That which to him was a great evil, to be carefully shunned, was to me a great good, to be diligently sought; and the argument which he so warmly urged, against my learning to read, only served to inspire me with a desire and determination to learn. In learning to read, I owe almost as much to the bitter opposition of my master, as to the kindly aid of my mistress. I acknowledge the benefit of both.

With this resolve, Douglass trades food with neighborhood boys for reading lessons. He focuses all available time and energy on the task because he is so sure that it will help him gain freedom.

How does literacy help Douglass gain freedom?

Douglass does not share the details of his escape in the narrative, stating he believes the details could be used by enslavers to prevent other enslaved people from escaping. He does share details of a botched attempt at escape, however, in which he writes forged passes for himself and other people attempting to escape, so it seems likely that literacy is a useful tool in his eventual successful path to freedom.

What Douglass discusses in the above passage, however, lies more in the ideological realm than practical application. He recognizes, in the fear of his enslaver, that there is a body of knowledge from which he, an enslaved person, could take and to which he could contribute that would endanger this system of power. When he learns to read, he reads the works of abolitionists. It can be inferred that his recognition of allies and sympathetic citizens strengthens his resolve and self-belief. Later, he becomes one of the most noteworthy of those writers and orators.

How hard must it be to develop the idea that something is wrong when everyone around you is telling you that is right? Or when what seems wrong to you seems fine to everyone else? I don’t know if Douglass read Ralph Waldo Emerson’s 1841 essay “Self-Reliance,” but it’s another work that makes me feel like we did not stop and do enough reading in the 1840s, learn and process ideas that could sustain us as a culture instead of just mindlessly spinning the wheels.

Society is a joint-stock company, in which the members agree, for the better securing of his bread to each shareholder, to surrender the liberty and culture of the eater. The virtue in most request is conformity. Self-reliance is its aversion. It loves not realities and creators, but names and customs.

Whoso would be a man must be a nonconformist. He who would gather immortal palms must not be hindered by the name of goodness, but must explore if it be goodness.

The word “explore” jumps out at me whenever I read this passage. It implies a certain courage, a sense of responsibility, and a need for an analytical faculty. I relate the humanities-focused personal curriculum trend to this idea because it suggests that people feel the need to educate themselves upon a structure they decide for themselves, rather than consuming what is in a “feed.”

What are the intentions behind a system? What motives can you infer are hidden behind mechanisms? A process of learning takes time. Frederick Douglass spent many years developing his faculties before successfully escaping from slavery. One thing I take from his work is that acts of change toward good are small and incremental, not large and sweeping. Each work studied, each situation analyzed is a step toward applied knowledge.

To learn to love “others”

27 Saturday Sep 2025

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Frankenstein, gothic literature, Mary Shelley, romanticism, the abject, the other, the uncanny

Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein (1831) is a text that I have read several times, at different times in my life, and at each reading, I have perceived new features and new meanings. When I thought about works that would represent autodidacticism, or self-learning, this was one that quickly came to mind because of the Creature’s incredible feat of learning.

After the Creature is brought to life through Victor’s efforts (I think everyone is familiar with the overall premise), he runs away on being abandoned by Victor. The Creature sustains himself according to instinct, eventually finding himself outside a cottage of individuals who interest him. He watches their lives and learns the German language through listening through the window to a young man, Felix, teach his Turkish fiancee, Safie, German. He also learns to read in the same way. This sounds rather unbelievable unless I compare it to autobiographical texts of individuals attempting to teach themselves to read. The Narrative of Frederick Douglass (1845), an incredible work I want to talk about in much more detail in later posts, has convinced me more than any other texts that certainly, where there is a will, there is a way, regarding self-learning.

Frederick Douglass’s motivation to learn to read is to acquire knowledge that will allow him to be free from slavery, and he succeeds wonderfully at this, to become a compelling author and orator. A fictional character, the Creature’s reasons for learning are indistinct and are open to interpretation. In fact, Frankenstein is so very much open to interpretation as a text that I feel it could be applied to every contemporary social problem to provide insight.

Why does the Creature learn? The Creature could be interpreted as super-human, as in possessing qualities that supersede that of humans, both physically and mentally. He could also be interpreted as other-than-human, especially in how Victor, his human creator, is repulsed by him at his first sign of life. Another mystery (before I have fully described the first mystery) is why the Creature is transformed from a miraculous creation to an abject being the moment he opens his eyes and looks at the world:

I saw the dull yellow eyes of the creature open; it breathed hard, and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs. How can I describe my emotions at this catastrophe, or how delineate the wretch whom with such infinite pains and care I had endeavored to form? His limbs were in proportion, and I had selected his features as beautiful. Beautiful! Great God! His yellow skin scarcely covered the work of muscles and arteries beneath; his hair was of a lustrous black, and flowing; his teeth of a pearly whiteness; but these luxuriances only formed a more horrid contrast with his watery eyes, that seemed almost of the same colour as the dun-white sockets in which they were set, his shrivelled complexion and straight black lips.

On the one hand, the Creature is constructed from exhumed corpses and, no doubt, possesses a cadaverous appearance, but why is this appearance so beautiful to Victor when he is nonliving, and so repulsive when he is living? To me, this is one of those questions for us to consider inwardly and draw our own conclusions.

As far as the Creature’s learning powers, we can conclude that Victor’s efforts to create this extraordinary human are successful, because his inner drive to learn propels him at dizzying speed from zero to building philosophical frameworks from copies of Paradise Lost, Plutarch’s Lives, and The Sorrows of Werter he finds in an abandoned satchel in the woods at some point.

Where things really start to go wrong for the Creature: he develops a deep love for the inhabitants of the cottage he watches and cares for day after day, covertly gathering firewood and doing whatever he can for them. He gathers his courage and introduces himself to the blind patriarch of the family one day, when other inhabitants of the cottage are away, who treats him with great warmth and interest. The cottage’s other inhabitants arrive, exclaim in horror at the Creature’s ghastly appearance, and disturb the man with whom the Creature has forged a quick bond.

Rejected with a quick but deep disgust from these humans, the Creature flees the cottage, where things move from bad to worse throughout the story. Nurtured by the literature he finds, his sensibilities are cultivated to a height that makes him long for social connections and idea exchange. After another confrontation with Victor, his creator, in which Victor is very cruel to him, the Creature begins murdering people, many of whom are beloved by Victor, for whom the Creature has acquired a deep hatred and resentment. On the one hand, Victor feels profound shame and guilt, knowing he is in some way the cause of these deaths, but on the other hand, he does not take responsibility or confess the truth to authorities, which I presume to the reader (at least to myself) makes him the actual object of disgust as the narrative advances and the murders accumulate.

The elephant in the room is how Victor repeatedly beats himself up for having brought this “monster” to life but never considers how his initial and subsequent treatments of the Creature on contact are what have rendered this exquisitely sensitive super-human (if I may call the Creature such for this interpretation) so alienated, so despairing, and so blindly violent that with each killing of other humans, he descends into greater misery that necessitates further killing. As with much of Frankenstein, I read these behaviors as more allegorical than textually accurate. I have no idea what motivates real-life killings and would not presume to speculate. I think that elephant in the room is Victor’s lack of real care for others outside his circle of familiars, even allowing an innocent woman to be hanged for the murder of his younger brother when he knows his Creature is responsible.

There is so much in the text that it’s quite beyond my power to explicate: a flawed justice system; violence and prejudice against women; a dearth of emotional intelligence in, well, most of the people in this story, with the exception of the Creature, who feels and understands far too much, and is far too physically powerful for his own good. Like a profound dream, one cannot make the ends all match up. The truths in the novel must be derived intuitively, if imperfectly, and turned over in the mind, over time.

I believe that Victor, the dangerously powerful and intelligent but short-sighted scientist, is in every human, giving us the ability to overstep our emotional capabilities with our ambitions and harm others, even fatally; and the Creature, the individual who is deeply wounded, blindly feeling, and also dangerously powerful, in a physical sense, is in us as well. I know that I go on my shame spirals when I think about my past incidents of cruel and unthinking hurt toward others, that went so diametrically opposite my supposed principles, motivated by thinking of others as less than myself in some way or other; and I know that I also mournfully gather my cat against my heart in the bed and gaze at the morning light outside the window, feeling like a wounded and misunderstood animal, forsaken by every other human in the world.

What can I take from Frankenstein on this reading? The world that whirls by these windows is surely a different world than on my previous readings. It’s a world constantly riven by physical violence on bodies and mental and emotional violence through electronic communications that manipulate our fears and desires, windows into certain presentations of others’ lives and ideas that carve us with loneliness and despair and drive many people into tribes and/or abject solitude. How would Frankenstein be different if the cottagers had not reacted with revulsion at the Creature’s appearance? This is surely a moment at which the reader feels great disappointment after following the incidents of their lives, and beginning to love them through the Creature’s eyes.

But they did. And we do. I think we’re the cottagers, too.

A revival of autodidacticism

21 Sunday Sep 2025

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Age of Enlightenment, Charlotte Smith, dark academia, enlightenment, gothic literature, gothic romance, personal curriculum

Recently, I came across a YouTube video in which someone was sharing their “personal curriculum” for the fall. I was really interested by this idea and watched a few more videos on the same topic.

The idea of a personal curriculum is that of designing a course schedule or syllabus for yourself similar to what a university professor would design for students, but of course, you can choose content that is of most interest to you. For instance, maybe there are literary novels that you’ve had lying around for ages that you really want to read, or even an entire run of a show that you want to re-watch. Your “classes” could include learning a language or working on a skill like crochet. I did notice that all of the videos I found on this topic were by woman, and nearly all of their ambitions involved the humanities. More observations to capture my interest.

I have definitely wondered for years whether I should have enrolled in graduate school to get my post-baccalaureate degrees, or just done something like this for myself around ten years ago. Especially since I have come full circle and find myself doing the identical job that I was then, and learning Mandarin and conducting literary research on the side (which I was not doing then). I’m sure a lot of people with similar inclinations as myself wonder about such things. Maybe people even wonder about what is worth learning or struggle between passions and an investment in a career that “makes money.”

Well, I don’t know about graduate school now, because honestly, it seems like education has changed a lot in the past several years, but I think I managed to squeeze in when it was good and got something really good out of it. It’s simultaneously the sublime Mont Blanc of my life and the deepest, darkest shadow of my career that has earned even a jeer from a prospective employer in a job interview (thankfully never hearing from them again). I was privileged in being able to afford to go to graduate school to follow my passions and then find a job afterwards, even though most prospective employers may have considered it a disadvantage to me. Back in the work force, I try different things to keep my scholarly candle burning, and that’s why the personal curriculum caught my attention. I will say, for what it’s worth, that I have infinitely more time for research and scholarly growth in the humanities in my after-hours as a microbiologist than I did in my one-year stint as a non-tenure-track professor, so I’m glad I didn’t spend more time than that trying to “use” my post-baccalaureate degrees.

Autodidacticism has a documented history going hundreds of years back, but when I started thinking about it, I remembered the opener of Charlotte Smith’s 1788 novel Emmeline: The Orphan of the Castle.

With no other notice from her father’s family, Emmeline had attained her twelfth year; an age at which she would have been left in the most profound ignorance, if her uncommon understanding, and unwearied application, had not supplied the deficiency of her instructors, and conquered the disadvantages of her situation.

Mrs. Carey could indeed read with tolerable fluency, and write an hand hardly legible: and Mr. Williamson, the old steward, had been formerly a good penman, and was still a proficient in accounts. Both were anxious to give their little charge all the instruction they could: but without the quickness and attention she shewed to whatever they attempted to teach, such preceptors could have done little.

Emmeline had a kind of intuitive knowledge; and comprehended every thing with a facility that soon left her instructors behind her. The precarious and neglected situation in which she lived, troubled not the innocent Emmeline. Having never experienced any other, she felt no uneasiness at her present lot; and on the future she was not yet old enough to reflect.

At every turn, Emmeline reflects the ideal human of her time. She is not only highly intelligent but also highly sensitive, qualities enabled by a strong intuitive faculty. She is considered illegitimate by her father’s family and is thus neglected, living nearly forgotten under her paternal uncle’s auspices. The exceptional wit and logic Emmeline shows in her future trials is presumably a product of her self-education undertaken at her own natural propensity for learning.

Her mind, however, gradually expanded, and her judgment improved: for among the deserted rooms of this once noble edifice, was a library, which had been well furnished with the books of those ages in which they had been collected. Many of them were in black letter; and so injured by time, that the most indefatigable antiquary could have made nothing of them.

From these, Emmeline turned in despair to some others of more modern appearance; which, tho’ they also had suffered from the dampness of the room, and in some parts were almost effaced with mould, were yet generally legible. Among them, were Spencer and Milton, two or three volumes of the Spectator, an old edition of Shakespeare, and an odd volume or two of Pope.

These, together with some tracts of devotion, which she knew would be very acceptable to Mrs. Carey, she cleaned by degrees from the dust with which they were covered, and removed into the housekeeper’s room; where the village carpenter accommodated her with a shelf, on which, with great pride of heart, she placed her new acquisitions.

The dismantled windows, and broken floor of the library, prevented her continuing there long together: but she frequently renewed her search, and with infinite pains examined all the piles of books, some of which lay tumbled in heaps on the floor, others promiscuously placed on the shelves, where the swallow, the sparrow, and the daw, had found habitations for many years: for as the present proprietor had determined to lay out no more than was absolutely necessary to keep one end of the castle habitable, the library, which was in the most deserted part of it, was in a ruinous state, and had long been entirely forsaken.

Emmeline, however, by her unwearied researches, nearly completed several sets of books, in which instruction and amusement were happily blended. From them she acquired a taste for poetry, and the more ornamental parts of literature; as well as the grounds of that elegant and useful knowledge, which, if it rendered not her life happier, enabled her to support, with the dignity of conscious worth, those undeserved evils with which many of her years were embittered.

Emmeline’s library could be a dream rendered by a dark academia ambiance video or photo shoot today: a young woman nearly alone in a crumbling castle discovers a library of ancient texts that is being overtaken by nature. As she explores the volumes, her companions are soft-spoken birds that have taken roost in the vast, abandoned room. Her natural intelligence leads her to discern and select an impressive array of the works to create her own personal curriculum placed in her teacher’s room. The content of these works serves to strengthen her mind and spirit through the series of dramatic trials that she will suffer throughout the course of the novel.

Implicit, then, in this gothic romance in the Age of Enlightenment, is the idea that the wisdom in these literary and philosophical works will sustain Emmeline against the trials of life. Could it be that people today are starting to feel that way? Is this why they are choosing so much humanities-based learning in their personal curriculums? Because even if the humanities can’t “make money,” these topics offer us intellectual and spiritual fruit to strengthen us against our cultural wasteland.

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