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EL 267 - Portfolio Goodness

May 04, 2005

Ah, yet another semester is drawing to a close... as much as I relish the chance to actual stop and RELAX, I am by no means hurrying the experience because the sooner I am done with classes, the sooner I have to stress out about packing and the possibility of running out of money somewhere in the middle of Germany... Iiieeee! (Don't get me wrong - I'm excited as hell!)

I met a lot of literary characters this semester! From Blanche DuBois (who left me with unanswered questions!):

"She must have been fond of you. Sick people have such deep, sincere attachments."

to that zany Zoe Hendericks which made me think of the disconnection that is rampant in our daily lives and sparked a comparison with that most idealistic Lucy O'Rourke. (I did my presentation on the story "The Best Girlfriend You Never Had" as well as wrote my final paper about these two characters.) I enjoyed comparing the image of relationships in these two stories with Dorothy Parker's "Here We are."

A previous discussion in another class clued me in to the ending of O'Connor's "Greenleaf." I surely wasn't suprised by the ending!

I was, however, surprised by the ending of Proulx's "The Half-Skinned Steer" even if my exercise in dream interpretation should have clued me in.

Toomer's "Blood Burning Moon" reminded me of the crazy people I used to encounter on my midnight waitressing shift back in the day.

McBride's Miracle At St. Anna suprised me -- I was guilty of judging a book by its cover, I'm afraid.

While reading Bishop's "The Farmer's Children", I was struck by the significance of the children's names.

The Secret Life of Bees

My reading of this novel had real life implications! Neat!

Finally, I enjoyed comparing a play read in another literature class, Margaret Edson's "Wit" with Thom Jones' short story "I want to live!" :

Interestingly, neither character is particularly feminine in her portrayal: Vivian is a rather cold and clinical professor of literature whose attitude more closely mirrors that of her distant physicians than the warm and caring nurse Susie. Mrs. Wilson is a mother, yes, but one who is unable to speak the words "I love you" to her only daughter, even as she is dying.

The best part of the class was, of course, the conversations with other classmates! I have to admit, however, that despite my reservations, the poetry slam turned out to be my favorite class!

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