Tribute to the Typewriter

It’s not just the dainty pressing of keys we’re talking about, and none of those pansy wrist pads are involved. We’re talking real, blood-circulating, bone-strengthening snapping on the machine. We’re talking about the sweep and thump of the carriage after each line, the bing of the bell adding a little music. We’re talking exercise not…

Remix etc.

Here‘sthe dilemma and confusion. Asking students to conform to a print based logic in an electronic world is not teaching anyone to think on one‘sown. Indeed, this kind of pedagogy translates into a continual academic stubbornness, a refusal to recognize the communication shifts we have experienced and are experiencing currently. Telling students to write according…

The Benefits of Eavesdropping

I listen in part because I am intrigued and seduced by what I don’t know: by the Greek tragedies I will never have time to read, by the symphonies I will never have time to appreciate, by the questions I will never have enough philosophical training to ask or understand in their richest contexts. Like…

Haunted by Penguins

Questions (by whom, I don’t know) had been raised about my collegiality and some had reached the ears of the search committees where my applications were under review. I racked my brain for the comment or incident that could have sparked such rumors. Had I inadvertently said something in a seminar or a conference that…

The Man Who Would Be Sven

Part attention to detail, part science, part Vulcan mind meld, exegesis allows a critic to enter and extend the context of a work of art, whether it be through the useful reductions of Sunday book reviews, the half millennium of minutiae that have accumulated to make Shakespeare ?The Bard? or revelatory reappraisals in the manner…

Remembering the Old Lions

I look at my students: some barefoot, others wearing hats and dressed in clothes they could easily have slept in, and I think how the college classroom has become an adjunct of the dorm bedchamber. Sometimes, when I begin classes, I get the impression that the students resent my interrupting their conversations. Few of them…

Working the Workshop

Too often, writers workshop their egos, instead. It’s human nature, especially if your story is on the table and everyone’s talking about it. But to get the most out of a writer’s workshop, you need to think of the story on the table as your car, and everyone around the table is a mechanic looking…

Citizen Kubrick

He was the greatest director of his generation. Jack Nicholson’s “Here’s Johnny!” Lolita’s heart-shaped sunglasses. The Dr Strangelove cowboy riding the nuclear bomb like it’s a bucking bronco. And on and on. So many images have implanted themselves into the public consciousness, surely because of the director’s ever-burgeoning attention to detail. “Why don’t you just…

Transit – but going where?

It is still dark when I get up, the suitcase carefully packed the day before. I will be away almost a month, the preparations have been exstensive, at work and home. The little plane takes off, and carries me into dawn. —Transit – but going where? (Thinking with My Fingers) A lovely, haunting little travelblog from…

The Taking of My Leave

My mother taught me many things — how to make wonderful Italian food, how to tend a garden, how to love one’s family — but during the last 48 hours of her life, she taught me the greatest lesson of all: how to die. –Paula A. Treckel —The Taking of My Leave (Chronicle) While the quote…

Who Killed the Detective Novel?

“It was the Critic, in the New Yorker, with the essay.” —Eric Mayer —Who Killed the Detective Novel? (Eric Mayer) Not, says Eric. Similar:Kristin and Haley's Discussion on Poe's "The Raven"I gave my literature students 30 minutes…AcademiaIt's a Didactic Day in the Neighborhood: Mister Rogers and Educational IdeologyI recently lamented that my kids are gro…AestheticsIn April,…

A Visit with Castro

Notwithstanding all his efforts, the only semblance of a revolt of the poor is the antimodern Islamic tide, which from the Marxist point of view floats in a medieval dream. With us he seemed pathetically hungry for some kind of human contact. Brilliant as he is, spirited and resourceful as his people are, his endless…

When Our Students Don't Respect Us

He never learned to use the MLA citation method, but today he’s a successful engineer who supports the local arts council. | What counts as intelligence depends almost entirely on context. I find that my students are as smart, diligent, and idealistic as they have always been — as I was. But what they know,…