Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Why I'm no more likely to become a literary critic than I am to become professional hockey player

Once again, I'm thoroughly enjoying the reading for my class (Mark Twain, what is not to like?); and once again, I find myself with very little to say about it.  Sadly, elaborations on the theme of "it's awesome, you should totally read it!" will not be suitable essay material.  This is my life as a reluctant scholar. 

3 comments:

enc said...

I wonder what you'll cook up for your essay. Too bad you can't get away with that one-sentence zinger . . . .

Ricky Shambles said...

I envy your Awesome outlook. In college I finally got a look behind the curtain of literary analysis and it boiled down to: Pick a philosopher; cherry-pick a few sentences in this 300 page tome that are broad enough to relate to literature; view the literature through that lens; write a paper about it. There! You've just done a deconstructionist reading of Sense & Sensibility using Foucault.

Luckily some of that faded in the years since. Luckily not all - I think I understood the final episode of LOST.

WendyB said...

Works for me. A+

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