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The dailydigest feed went much more smoothly tonight, despite one rebellious Microsoft smart tag that I can't be arsed to fix right at this moment. Because it is cold, and I am tired.
As you may have noticed, this means that the Digest has been updated again. I know, I can't believe it either.
My lit seminar has turned out to be on "The Literature of Antebellum Reform." Of course, you say "antebellum" here and we immediately think "plantations and hoopskirts," so it was a bit of a relief to see that the prof meant it in only the most literal sense--literature written before 1861. I think all the authors are Yankees, in fact--Louisa May Alcott, Harriet Beecher Stowe, Nathaniel Hawthorne. I'm really excited about the first book we're reading, a sensationalist serial (cough*blackribbon*cough) called The Quaker City, or, The Monks of Monk Hall: A Romance of Philadelphia Life, Mystery, and Crime (1845). The prof says it's basically nineteenth-century porn--I wouldn't put it quite that strongly, but I admit that I just opened the book randomly to page 324 and found a young lovely named Mabel fighting off a lustful parson ("Your mother can't save you now! You must come to your pa-pa, my love!").
Talked to a workshop friend who's in Crazy Drunk Professor's class (she's also in the seminar). She says that CDP showed up an hour late and then made everyone go to her house. I am so glad I dropped that class. Dr. Seminar, meanwhile, may be all of five years older than me. He's assigned us a shitload of reading but is all, "You know, just try to get it all done, I know it's a lot." I find a lot of profs who haven't yet taught a class to death don't quite know what can and can't be accomplished in a single semester, which seems to explain the workload. Nonetheless, I have to read the second half of the Foucault book, a Hawthorne short story, and two critical articles (if memory serves) by the next class. It's not as bad as the time we did Tom Jones in three classes, but it's not a cakewalk, either. I am so glad I dropped that workshop class.
As you may have noticed, this means that the Digest has been updated again. I know, I can't believe it either.
My lit seminar has turned out to be on "The Literature of Antebellum Reform." Of course, you say "antebellum" here and we immediately think "plantations and hoopskirts," so it was a bit of a relief to see that the prof meant it in only the most literal sense--literature written before 1861. I think all the authors are Yankees, in fact--Louisa May Alcott, Harriet Beecher Stowe, Nathaniel Hawthorne. I'm really excited about the first book we're reading, a sensationalist serial (cough*blackribbon*cough) called The Quaker City, or, The Monks of Monk Hall: A Romance of Philadelphia Life, Mystery, and Crime (1845). The prof says it's basically nineteenth-century porn--I wouldn't put it quite that strongly, but I admit that I just opened the book randomly to page 324 and found a young lovely named Mabel fighting off a lustful parson ("Your mother can't save you now! You must come to your pa-pa, my love!").
Talked to a workshop friend who's in Crazy Drunk Professor's class (she's also in the seminar). She says that CDP showed up an hour late and then made everyone go to her house. I am so glad I dropped that class. Dr. Seminar, meanwhile, may be all of five years older than me. He's assigned us a shitload of reading but is all, "You know, just try to get it all done, I know it's a lot." I find a lot of profs who haven't yet taught a class to death don't quite know what can and can't be accomplished in a single semester, which seems to explain the workload. Nonetheless, I have to read the second half of the Foucault book, a Hawthorne short story, and two critical articles (if memory serves) by the next class. It's not as bad as the time we did Tom Jones in three classes, but it's not a cakewalk, either. I am so glad I dropped that workshop class.