The back is all better now, thanks to my wise decision to baby it. Sadly, this meant I had to forgo the meeting in Columbus. I heard it was a smashing success. I intend to make the next one.
I will be back and blogging tomorrow. For tonight, I just want to note that teaching literature is the fast road to existentialist hell, especially for a feminist. Even Lessing and Chopin aren’t providing much balm.
Speaking of which…. Did you know that the climax of Raymond Carver’s Cathedral could be read with a homoerotic interpretation? I know, I’ve ruined it for you. It’s less holy now. Sorry ’bout that.