Boswelliana

And just so, Jamie Boswell seized me just as well in a little charity store, where their used books were going on sale for cents on the dollar. That day, I was blessed with my first book of Bozzy (and the majestic Johnson) of their journals of their tour of the Hebrides, Riverside edition.

Since then, I've not been able to put down Turnbull's edition of the London journal, nor can I get enough of Pottle's wry, affectionate commentary on Jamie's Younger Years.

June 17, I procured my copy of the Yale Catalogue, which, in my opinion, makes me wholly and unapolagetically, Boswellian (and, if anything, this blog may have anything to say about it.)

Anyway, flowery sentiments aside, I've desperately needed a place to spill my beans of James and make anyone in my orbit less subjected to my waxing poetic of this beautifully imperfect man - and namely from the lens of a modern woman who'd no doubt would have just as easily fallen for his, well, follies. But that type of post is best saved for another time.

This is my introductory/pinned post on the purpose of this blog. I've got a handful of others on Tumblr, humbly devoted to my other hyper-fixations/fandoms. This one already feels far more private to me - after all, there isn't exactly a "Boswell fandom" to speak of, let alone any other simps I'm aware of (at least, apart from the more academic variety who may possess far less romanticised views than of my own.)

This blog is for me to share my thoughts, Feelings™️; the numerous ways I can comfortably admit to relating to him to some degree (parental issues, deep insecurities, the constant questioning of one's self and behavior; deep depressions and melancholy, inherent sexual curiosity and the conduct of one’s self- or lackthereof - and perhaps the ultimate fear of responsibility. The list goes on.)

I don't intend to make this blog an 'academic source' of Bozzy (as much as I might attempt to do so anyway) let alone claim to be one. But what I do intend to do is to stick with true and honest history, by being exceedingly accurate along with exact/proper sources. I will always make known if something is of my own commentary/thoughts, and not that of mindless rhetoric that applies modern ideals/morality to 18th-century culture/context of the time (see this upcoming post regarding such sentiments.)