Oh, I love Antony and Cleopatra! I wrote a paper on it in college, and I still love the title: "Hips, Lips, Tits, Power: The Desexualization of Antony and Demonization of Cleopatra in Shakespeare's Antony and Cleopatra."

I can't believe I just pulled that whole damn title outta my ass; I wrote it in....um, 1992?

I'm not sure what I'd think of Hardy if I revisted him today (I read all of his novels when I was 14, and loved them).

That's interesting to me. Because I read Tess at ... sixteen? And loved it, and still do (despite a better appreciation of how he can sometimes be a bit purple). I also wouldn't call all of Hardy "bleak," per se. Tragic, but not bleak. I don't know if that distinction makes sense outside of my head.

why we read

I am a story ho. everything else can be bad , and i still go with it. and BTW,in my world character development is a story.

I have a friend who moved here from Vietnam as a child is writing her memoirs of that time. She just wrote an introduction - and I said perfect -- that what it needed to pull all those separate narratives together.She asked me why I hadn't said anything before -- and I told her they were all good stories. i liked them, but I was so involved in the stories,that I didn't even realizes something was missing.

Uncle Earle explained briefly. A comedy was a happy affair wherein all ended well; a tragedy ended with catastrophe -- death. There were violent conflicts between people in tragedies; they made mistakes and you followed them through to their bitter endings. But ...in fine tragedies, such as the Greeks and William Shakespeare wrote, what happens must be inevitable -- unescapable. It must make you feel right about the ending. And great tragedies must have beauty in them; otherwise what's the use!...

Think of everything that happens in the play as adding up correctly to make the ending, just as if you were to take 5 and 2 and 6 and should add them up to make 13. Right! Well, that sum was inevitable."

Ginger wins. I love this and will use it with my students next year. Thanks!

I have to confess, actually, that I hated The Red Pony and the Pearl so much that I am not sure I have read any other Steinbeck in the original form.

I generally love Steinbeck, and those are the two that I hate. (The Red Pony was taught by a teacher I hated, so that may have something to do with it.)

I've never read Moby Dick. I tend to seriously dislike "man in lone battle against nature" books (Old Man and the Sea, anything by Jack London, etc.), so I figured my limited reading time would be better spent on something that I'm more likely to like.

It's interesting how reading a book with a particular teacher can influence how much you like it or not. I kind of feel like I ought to give The Red Pony another chance. I think that I hate books that teachers that I hate make me read, but I get a more honest opinion of ones that I read with teachers I liked. Like, with Mr. W in twelfth grade, I liked the ancient Greeks, Hamlet, Faulkner, and Mourning Becomes Elektra, and I really didn't like The Centaur, Hemingway, Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, and Heart of Darkness.

I think I need some examples of "bleakness"...I'm trying to imagine. I mean, yes, I know sometimes I enjoy cotton candyfluff of stories. More, I enjoy a story with some meat to it, but that still has redemption and joy, that has pain with hope, tragedy with love and happiness. I'm a sucker for a happy ending. But I can still love a story with pain and tragedy, and a good cry and so on. But...just bleak?? Give me an example of something that is GOOD, but bleak, that I might have read and still...well, perhaps enjoyed is not the word, but appreciated? What is this thing I"m meant to be thinking of?

I'm thinking perhaps I could appreciate the telling of a bleak short story, for the tasty literary feel or something? Like a course of a dinner, where you might not want it for the whole dinner, but it's great for one dish?

we read Paradise Lost senior year of high school. A raft of other things too, and being in that class with that particular teacher had a huge impact on my life. So did 99.9 year-old Mrs. K in 7th grade who taught me how to proofread backwards. But that's another story.

Eta- seekrit message to Erin: amabo amabis amabit ! Gosh I hope that's right.

I'm surprised at the R&J dissing. What do you guys think is inferior about it?

Maybe I hold a special affection for the play because I had a disagreement with a 7th-grade English teacher when I suggested that the whole point of the play is that if your parents try to break up your relationship it only makes your affections stronger. The teacher said she would only allow arguments that were supported by the text and I pointed out that Romeo had been in love with Rosaline (sp?) the day before he met Juliet. The teacher said I was crazy and that what Romeo and Juliet experienced was True Love. That may have been the point when I decided I was smarter than my teachers.

Laga, may I respectfully suggest that perhaps your teacher needed a good clue-sticking? I'm not saying that she's wrong, but for a teacher to discourage a student from trying to support a different interpretation of a text? Not good.

I'm not sure what I'd think of Hardy if I revisted him today

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