Attending to Women in Early Modern England

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Betty Travitsky, Adele F. Seeff, Susan Amussen
University of Delaware Press, 1994 - Literary Criticism - 382 pages
"This volume contains the edited proceedings from the 1990 symposium "Attending to Women in Early Modern England," which was sponsored by the Center for Renaissance and Baroque Studies and the University of Maryland at College Park. Edited by Betty S. Travitsky and Adele F. Seeff in collaboration with a national committee of scholars, the book focuses on the interdisciplinary study of women in early modern England, addressing such areas of scholarly concern as what new research concepts can guide scholarship on early modern women? How were the public and private identities of these women constructed? What were the similarities between visible and invisible women in early modern England? How can - and should - studies on early modern women transform the classroom?"--BOOK JACKET.Title Summary field provided by Blackwell North America, Inc. All Rights Reserved

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Reconstructing the Lives of Aristocratic Englishwomen
The Case of Elizabeth I
Attending to Early Modern Women in an Interdisciplinary Way
Workshop Summaries 18
The Scholar of Womens History as Penelope among Her Suitors
Parental Death in Tudor and Stuart England
High ArtLow Art in the Imagery of Early Modern Europe
Attending to Literacy
Workshop Summaries 1826
Ownership of the Canon
Responses to a Pedagogy Survey
Pedagogy Workshop Summaries 14

Public Testimony of Their Godly Example and Leadership
Private Lives Public Performance and Rites of Passage
Workshop Summaries 917
Gender Class and the Exceptional Woman in Early Modern England
A Script and Its Evolution
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