W. W. Norton: Harper Lee: Christmas To Me →
wwnorton: Several years ago, I was living in New York and working for an airline, so I never got home to Alabama for Christmas—if, indeed, I got the day off. To a displaced Southerner, Christmas in New York can be rather a melancholy occasion, not because the scene is strange to one far from home, but…
Let there be light!
shitmystudentswrite: The Enlightenment started when Einstein invented the light bulb. Until then people could not work long enough to figure things out because it got dark too early. These crack me up (mostly) because at some point while grading lots of essays, you have to have something to make you laugh.
After a long semester of reading freshman essays, I will spend the next 3 weeks reading exactly what I want. The hallelujah chorus is playing in my head. :-)
W. W. Norton: Ex-Boyfriends →
wwnorton: They hang around, hitting on your friends or else you never hear from them again. They call when they’re drunk, or finally get sober, they’re passing through town and want dinner, they take your hand across the table, kiss you when you come back from the bathroom. They were your loves, your…
Defending an Anthology by Rita Dove | The New York... →
I really feel like Helen Vendler’s review reflects a lot of what is wrong with literary criticism today.