You're talking about the length of time generally covered by Cromwell, erm, right? Sorry, when I did my fascination-stage with British history, it was really simply to focus on Scottish history and anything British, Irish, or Welsh got noticed only by extension of where it showed up in Scottish history. (Mostly because after actually going to Scotland, I then spent the next several years learning about everything we'd seen, kinda after the fact, but still. We did do London and the Tower and I think the changing of the guards, but my younger self found that Incredibly Boring because my association with museums -- a la the Tower's stuff on display --- was with the Smithsonian, and the Tower just TOTALLY lost in comparison because it had NO DINOSAURS and it didn't even have a REALLY BIG ELEPHANT. It was completely uncool. Scotland won in the eight-year-old brain because it had DEAD PEOPLE in FIREPLACES, although looking back I do recall getting the impression that it wasn't really a castle unless you'd found at least one dead body shoved into some unexpected and too-tiny place, preferably in the main nursery or in the family chapel.)
Aaaaaaand all of that is beside the point. It was mostly that the "civil war" moniker didn't get an adjective, and the after-the-fact realization that not once had I noticed any Brit spellings going on -- colour, realise, that kind of thing -- to alert me as to the need for an adjective. Lacking those, I just immediately leapt to "Civil War" and then flailed about because sure, the US had puritans... like a hundred+ years before our Civil War. Not to mention the fact that the review didn't even address how the book dealt with race, which is obviously a huge part of the American Civil War, and not so much for anyone else's Civil War(s) that I know of.
I just found it partly amusing for seeing my own US-centrism pop up (though granted I may be more sensitive having lived within a stone's throw of battlefields for the majority of my life), but more for the realization (no s!) that it's spelling that I use to alert myself as to a writer's cultural grounding. Which means that if you're on the net and someone has really bad spelling, it's screwing up more than just my ability to read the person, but also potentially whacking my ability to gauge the person's origins/cultural-biases.
Okay, so I did try reading some history but I got the part about the Roundheads and you can probably guess what kind of bizarre visual that presented for a 10 year old living in Alabama. It didn't help that I was reading history books without pictures, so I was never able to actually confirm my suspicion that people with oval-shaped heads weren't allowed to participate. Or something. Man, I was such an idiot kid.
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Date: 18 Nov 2009 05:58 pm (UTC)Aaaaaaand all of that is beside the point. It was mostly that the "civil war" moniker didn't get an adjective, and the after-the-fact realization that not once had I noticed any Brit spellings going on -- colour, realise, that kind of thing -- to alert me as to the need for an adjective. Lacking those, I just immediately leapt to "Civil War" and then flailed about because sure, the US had puritans... like a hundred+ years before our Civil War. Not to mention the fact that the review didn't even address how the book dealt with race, which is obviously a huge part of the American Civil War, and not so much for anyone else's Civil War(s) that I know of.
I just found it partly amusing for seeing my own US-centrism pop up (though granted I may be more sensitive having lived within a stone's throw of battlefields for the majority of my life), but more for the realization (no s!) that it's spelling that I use to alert myself as to a writer's cultural grounding. Which means that if you're on the net and someone has really bad spelling, it's screwing up more than just my ability to read the person, but also potentially whacking my ability to gauge the person's origins/cultural-biases.
Okay, so I did try reading some history but I got the part about the Roundheads and you can probably guess what kind of bizarre visual that presented for a 10 year old living in Alabama. It didn't help that I was reading history books without pictures, so I was never able to actually confirm my suspicion that people with oval-shaped heads weren't allowed to participate. Or something. Man, I was such an idiot kid.