For whatever reason, autumn and literary theory inexplicably keep linking together in my life. Seven years ago, I took my first lit crit class as an undergraduate, and I knew I was in for a doozy of a semester when our professor introduced the subject on the first day by saying something along the lines of, “It’s going to feel like you’re drowning for the first month or so of this class, but don’t worry, I’ll keep throwing all of you life lines as we go.” Regardless of whether or not that is what she actually said, that is certainly how it felt. Continue reading
Brain Melts
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