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Jejak Panda Selamat Datang Di Website Kesayangam Anda bandarq online My American Literature students and I were reading The Scarlet Letter , and I asked how many of them had read it before or who at least knew the story.   Most had, but two students did not.   I find it difficult to discuss a novel in discrete sections without reference to the whole work, so I find myself giving away the endings.   One year, my students bought me a t-shirt with WARNING:   SPOILER ALERT emblazoned across the chest.   Since then I’ve tried to be more sensitive about ruining the endings of books. So when two of my current students had no idea who Hester’s husband was or who the father of Pearl was, I said, “OK, I’m going to lead you through the process of figuring out the identities so I can talk about the novel as a whole without spoiling the ending, and you can still feel you figured it out yourselves.”   First of all, I said, “Think of the begin...

Jejak Panda Hello.. Selamat Datang Kembali Di Blog Kesayangan Anda bandar judi ceme The first time I read Emily Dickinson’s “My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun” was in a graduate course.   Previous to that, I did not enjoy Dickinson’s poetry.   But I had mostly only read and taught poems like “A narrow fellow in the grass” or “I’m Nobody!   Who are you?”   These and poems like them, at least the way they were taught to me, seemed shallow and sentimental.   They were the kinds of poems that ended up on refrigerator magnets, classroom posters, and Hallmark cards.   But that class began to change my attitude toward Dickinson, which was further altered after I read Brenda Wineapple’s White Heat , which chronicles Dickinson’s semi-erotic epistolary relationship with the writer and editor Thomas Wentworth Higginson.   If you haven’t read it, do. I think even Dickinson fans will never think of her the same way again. In ...