Tag Archives: literature

In which everybody dies and there are prostitutes.

Posted on April 3, 2013 by Hannah

This afternoon at 1 I take my MA comprehensive exams, which means there has been a lot of studying lately. I have been reviewing all the books I’ve read over the past two years and tracing connections across genres and … Continue reading →

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“For God to be a man, he must despair.”

Posted on March 29, 2013 by Hannah

Today is Good Friday, where we remember that God not only became flesh, but death. **************** “The night on Golgotha is so important in the history of man only because, in its shadow, the divinity abandoned its traditional privileges and … Continue reading →

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We weren’t made to starve in fig trees.

Posted on January 30, 2013 by Hannah

Remember how I’m a commitaphobe? Well this semester has been especially painful for my indecisive self because this is the last semester of my MA which means… picking a thesis topic. Even though I selected the extra class/ shorter thesis … Continue reading →

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Anguish, suffering, deception, separation: This is Proust.

Posted on October 17, 2012 by Hannah

I am supposed to be studying for my Proust midterm that starts in 45 minutes, but I was instead wasting time on Pinterest (totally legitimate precursor to studying). I came across this and I love it: However, I am skeptical … Continue reading →

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Reality hits like a stack of Proust

Posted on August 28, 2012 by Hannah

Chances are, if you have been reading this lately, you have two emotions: “Hey, it’s kind of fun reading these daily posts since Hannah used to post only once a week … And those pictures are kind of cool… Aww, … Continue reading →

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« Allons voir un coucher du soleil »

Posted on July 16, 2011 by Hannah

The joyous thing about teaching is that you get to inflict on your students all the things you love most. For me, that meant lots of French literature and poetry. Some appreciated it, some did not, all endured it. With … Continue reading →

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