I'm still considering a career change. But I've officially ruled out any possibility of a career as a literary scholar. I like to read it, not write about it. I'm reading "Frankenstein" now, and we'll have to write an essay from one of a number of critical perspectives. There have been an absolutely astonishing number of words written about this book. I'm not sure how any of us will manage to think or say or write anything about "Frankenstein" that hasn't been thought, said, or written before. The upside, though, is that "Frankenstein" is very good. I've read the first six chapters, and I'm all agog. The downside is that having just read a pile of critical essays for an annotating assignment, I now know EXACTLY what happens next and how it ends. So thanks a lot, scholars. Don't academic journals have spoiler alerts? Sheesh. I know that it's ridiculous that I've lived 43 years without knowing anything about "Frankenstein" other than what I learned from Mr. Brooks, but there it is. Tabula rasa, baby. That's why I'm in school.
In other news, I'm afraid that I might turn into my 85 year old grandmother, assuming that this hasn't already happened. I was writing a post about it earlier, but Blogger stifled me. I'm not sure why, but I won't be silenced. I copied and pasted it into Word, and I'll finish it and post it later. Now you, too, can be all agog.