Finally

What a relief to have a break from chore-reading. I've already expressed my views on Shakespeare, so I won't say much. Shakespeare was extremely difficult for me, and the unit left me feeling pretty defeated. No new knowledge there. I knew beforehand that the play would be a difficult read and I expected the worst. Admittedly, it wasn't entirely fruitless and I did end up liking some of Lear's monologues. To me, Elizabethan English is beautiful in the same way a song sung in a foreign language is beautiful. I may be completely incomprehensible to me, but it sounds nice. Maybe that's not the most intelligent outlook, but I'm not the most intelligent person.
I was, however, disappointed in the James Kavanagh essay. Initially I was excited to read it. Skeletor, you had me at "marxism". I was thrilled to see it in the Assignment sheet. Once I got to reading it I found it extremely difficult to follow. The fact that I took vigorous notes didn't seem to help with the wordiness, sentence structure, or the process of weeding through the essay in search of Kavanagh's point. Because of this, I feel my essay is quite the failure. Perhaps this wouldn't have ended so poorly If I hadn't felt so comatose latey.

Anyway, I actually intended for this blog to be about all of the books I've left rotting on my shelf that I might actually have the time to read. Beside me there Is a stack of five of my top choices. I'm debating between Howard Zinn's "A People's History of the United States", and Emma Goldman's "Anarchism and Other Essays". It's the first time I've been excited about reading since "Then We Came to the End."

-Murry-uh