Entries Tagged as 'pretentious literature'
Because Valentine’s Day is coming and if we didn’t have classic literature to teach us about heternormative love and screw us up for any real relationships, we would have to use TV and movies instead.
Pride and Prejudice: It shouldn’t be romantic. Mr. Darcy is a dick and Elizabeth Bennett is prickly and the perfect couple [...]
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Tags: pretentious literature·romance
In the list of people I’d like to have over for dinner, the writer of The Big Lebowski Shakespeare mashup has to be near the top
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I own these books. Some of them I have owned for over 15 years now and I just keep schlepping them from house to house. They sit in my “to be read someday” bookshelf taunting me as I pass them over to pick up the latest Anita Shreve instead. My guilt only lasts as long [...]
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People who re-imagine classic literature for today’s technology are freaking brilliant.
I give you Hamlet and Pride and Prejudice. Didn’t like the books when you had to read them for English Lit 101? Maybe you’ll understand them better (and therefore like them better) as Facebook pages.
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Classic books that I haven’t read and the only guilt I feel is that I don’t feel more guilty about not having read them (although life is long so who knows):
War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy: It’s 1,400 pages long. I would need to take a sabbatical from work to finish it in a [...]
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So back to Entertainment Weekly’s list of “New Classics” — the movies, books, music and other cultural flim-flam that might (or might not) outlast our own brief sojourn here on Earth.
And while I thought the music list was palatable — strange, but palatable — I can say no such nice things about the Top 100 [...]
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Tags: pretentious literature·What's on my bookshelf
June 16. Just another pretty spring day in Dublin.
Ah, but ….
Today is the day (minus one hundred and four years) that Stephan Daedalus leaves his tower by the sea and Leopold Bloom the warmth of his bed to engage in their epic journey around the city.
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Tags: pretentious literature·Ulysses