How to Read Literature Like a Professor

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In his relatively short and very readable How to Read Literature Like a Professor, Thomas C. Foster seeks to teach readers how to “unlock” literature. I think I would have benefitted a great deal from a professor like Foster. I have learned how to read deeply with years of practice, which is what he says one needs, but the journey might have been easier if I’d had this book along.

Foster’s writing style is witty and engaging. The title of this book might scream dry, boring, and difficult, but it’s exactly the opposite. In fact, it is one of the more accessible books about reading literature that I’ve read. It may be the only accessible book about reading literature that I’ve read, for that matter.

How to Read Literature Like a Professor comes complete with a list of recommended reading in the appendix. In fact, I plan to read as many of his recommendations as possible, since his use of these works as examples has me itching to try out my new skills. It is constructed in such a way that the reader can dash off a chapter here and there without much of a time commitment. Most of all, there is confirmation that I’m doing something right in the classroom, and I plan to use some of his arguments when my own students insist I am manufacturing symbols where they don’t exist. I recommend this book highly if you are looking to expand your enjoyment of literature or if you just want to learn a little bit about more about great works of literature.


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Where are they now: Franco Zeffirelli’s Romeo and Juliet

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 I just finished watching the classic film Romeo and Juliet directed by Franco Zeffirelli in 1968 with one of my classes. Such a gorgeous film. And populated with unfamiliar faces, too. I wondered why that was, and I set out on a quest to find out what happened to the stars of that film.

Leonard Whiting (Romeo)

Oh Romeo, Romeo… where the hell are you, Romeo? Isn’t he the one we all wonder most about? After all, he’s quite pretty to look at in the film.

He was nominated for a Golden Globe for New Star of the Year in 1968. Frankly, after that, he virtually disappeared, appearing in a handful of films that did not garner near the attention or success of Romeo and Juliet. According to a People magazine article published in 1992, Leonard became a writer after retiring from films in the mid-1970s, though he is as yet unpublished. He felt he had been typecast and could not overcome it. He is married to his (former?) manager Lynn Presser and has two grown daughters by a previous marriage. Here is the most recent picture of him that I could find:

Of course, he’s 54 now, which puts him right around the same age as my dad — and if you look at it like that, I have to say he’s held up pretty well in comparison. Click to view a popup scan of the People article from 1992.

Olivia Hussey (Juliet)

What a beautiful young thing.

Certainly, her film career has been more lasting than Whiting’s, but to be fair, he probably has a point about being typecast. It would not appear that Hussey has had the same problem. She recently played Mother Teresa in a made-for-TV movie, she has two movies in post production and an official website. I last saw her in the made-for-TV production of Stephen King’s IT. However, one wouldn’t exactly call her a star. I’d like to know why. She has hardly aged a day, and she’s still gorgeous.

She is currently 53.

Michael York (Tybalt)

Michael York is, in my opinion, the one star of this production with the most lucrative and vibrant acting career.

Perhaps most well known recently as Basil Exposition in the Austin Powers series, and known to sci-fi fans as Logan 5 in Logan’s Run, he is an Officer of the British Empire. He’s, of course, still acting. Here is what he looks like today:

Bruce Robinson (Benvolio)

I suppose one could argue that Benvolio was the only prominent role played by Bruce Robinson, who grew disenchanted with acting (waiting for the phone to ring and doing commercials) and became a screenwriter. In fact, he wrote the screenplay for the phenomenal movie The Killing Fields. Many biographies cite also a semi-autobiographical movie Withnail and I, which Robinson directed. I haven’t seen that, so I can’t tell you much about it. It is supposed to be a cult classic. Here is what he looks like now:

John McEnery (Mercutio)

Who could forget John McEnery’s turn as Mercutio? He was, in a word, brilliant. He is a well-known British stage actor, but his movie roles have not exactly been few and far between.

Here he is now in a recent production of Taking Sides:

Incidentally, as I researched information for this post, I found out that Olivia Hussey and Leonard Whiting apparently dated and were quite serious about each other. In fact, in a 1995 interview with a Russian journalist, Whiting said,

It is very strange, because we have never spoken to western journalists about the truth. We madly liked one another, or, at least, I was madly in love with her. But our paths in life have not coincided, unfortunately. No one understands it, but it was the truth. I liked her very much.

The two remain friends. Here’s a recent picture of them together:

Update, 5/16/07: I appreciate the interest this post continues to receive.  I love this film, and I am so pleased that Shakespeare fans everywhere continue to derive enjoyment from it.  I am, however, going to close the comments for this post.  Unfortunately, the caliber of comments has gradually devolved into fangirly squeeing, coupled the the random complaint about Leonard Whiting’s age.  In the interests of maintaining a higher level of discourse, comments will no longer be accepted for this particular post.  I ask that you use my contact form if you have questions about this post.


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Walden

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I can’t remember if I mentioned here that I am accompanying the 10th graders on their class trip to Boston next month. I’m really looking forward to it, especially since I found out that Evan, the Experiential Educator in charge of class trips like this and Judaics instructor extraordinaire, arranged for us to visit Walden.

I am not sure when I first read Walden, but I know that it has been profoundly influential over my outlook in life. I can’t claim to have simplified much of anything, but I have lain in the grass and watched the ants — and I wrote a poem about it that I’ve lost over the years. I’ve found perfect oneness with God by the side of a small lake in the woods and in the music of a babbling creek on a mountaintop. I relate to Thoreau, and sometimes I’ve wished I could be a bit more like him.

I wonder what it will be like to actually walk in his footsteps.

Then again, it sounds like the highlight of the trip, at least for one of my students, will be seeing the Blue Man Group. Maybe, though… maybe they’ll get it. Maybe they’ll breathe it in the air and feel it through the soles of their feet.

I learned this, at least, by my experiment;
that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams,
and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined,
he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.

    –from the “Conclusion” to Walden

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Trivia #6: How much did Thoreau spend when he built his cabin near Walden Pond?

Answer: $28.12 1/2


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Firefox Gaining Ground

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I think Microsoft has something to worry about. Firefox usage is on the rise.

I just checked my statistics, and 64% of visitors to my site use Firefox. Of course, that includes my own visits: checking my entries for errors, accessing my blogroll. IE users have dropped to 31%, with Mozilla and Netscape at 3% and 2% respectively. A few months ago when I first downloaded Firefox, I noticed only a few visitors to my site used it — in fact, the Firefox users were basically limited to Crankydragon and me. I don’t know what kind of numbers Firefox is looking at in the grand scheme of things, but this article cites a study that found that Firefox gained a 4.6% share in the two months since Version 1.0 was released.

Of course I have gone on at length about my feelings about the browser. If you use it, what do you think? If you haven’t tried it yet, why not?


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My Best Friend

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When I was in second grade, I moved to Colorado. Overall, it didn’t start off well. I discovered that I was a real geek. A lot of the kids were mean to me that year. My dad left my mom under very painful circumstances (they reunited later). I really liked this girl in Ms. Bryant’s class — I was in Miss Johnson’s — and I wanted to be friends with her. I couldn’t tell you why anymore. Maybe you can just chalk it up to a feeling that we’d get along. Bless her, she didn’t want to be seen with Dana the Dork, so she wasn’t too keen to start a friendship.

In third grade, when we were both in Mrs. Elliott’s class (she’s one of the best teachers ever), things were different. I don’t know why the kids relented. I can only recall being teased in second grade and not being teased much after that (until middle school, but that’s another story). So I became friends with this girl. We played games at recess. We had several things in common that to my nine-year-old mind seemed uncanny. Our names both started with D. We both had weird last names. We both had sisters (oh, that one there is really freaky — too coincidental!). We were both short. And we both sucked at P.E., often competing to see who would be picked absolutely last versus next to last. I don’t think we cared after a certain point.

Before long, we were best friends. I would say inseparable. I had some difficult times as a kid, and she helped me through those times. It is so rare and so special to have a best friend. The losing of a friend like that leaves a hole that no other friend can really fill. Darcy and I were best friends from 3rd to 9th grade (I moved over the summer between 8th and 9th). We were not so good at maintaining closeness over the miles. We tried to stay in touch, but after a time, years might pass before we would contact each other. In the case of our last correspondence, it was four years. I haven’t actually seen her in about 10 years.

We have been writing over the last few days, and I feel like I have received the gift of my best friend. I missed her so much, and I am so glad to have her back in my life. She knows all my secrets, and she still loves me.

This isn’t coming off as eloquently as I’d like, but I just wanted to say in front of everyone that I’m glad you’re back in my life again, Darcy. Let’s not let years pass ever again, and we have to figure out a way to visit sometime soon(ish). We might be going to Colorado this summer…


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I Have Wheels

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Well, I was able to get some transportation. We bought a minivan, which is something we needed. It is a Pontiac Montana. I have been reading reviews online. Hm. The only thing I can say is it’s a GM car, and there you go. It’s supposedly got great gas mileage for a minivan, though. I really want this sucker to be reliable. One guy said if you keep up with the regular auto maintenance, you should be fine.

I am so tired. Buying a car takes forever, and it’s so stressful. They didn’t want the Buick, so I guess I’ll have to sell that for parts or scrap.

Man, I got home to discover my students had freaked out. Only four of them came by to discuss tomorrow’s test with me, but somehow a rumor got started that there were eight essay questions on the test, when in reality, there are five discussion questions (one paragraph a piece). They need to choose five from eight choices. Of course I got back too late to answer any of their e-mails, but you know, I was at school all day, and I only taught one period. All anyone had to do was come by and ask.

Well, I’m off to bed. Stupid car.


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History Alive

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If you have the History Channel, there are a couple of programs you might want to check out.

Beyond the Da Vinci Code, airing tonight at 8:00, purports to take a balanced look at both sides of the debate over whether Jesus fathered a child with Mary Magdalene. I’m not holding my breath, especially since there’s no indication in the program notes that the Priory of Sion is a fraud.

The French Revolution, airing tomorrow at 9:00, looks very interesting. I plan to learn a great deal from the program.

Set your TiVos, everyone. I wish I had a TiVo. *Sniff.* Hell, I wish I had a car.


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Post Mortem of a Day

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Before I go on, I admit I stole the title for this entry from one of my students’ Walt and Emily stories. She told me her mother gave her the idea for it. Whatever the case, it is not my title, but it is a very good title, and it is deadly accurate, too.

This morning, I drove to Henry County to meet my ex-husband so Sarah could visit her daddy this weekend. I’d say I was about a mile or a half mile from the I-75 exit which is home to the Chick-Fil-A where we usually meet. The check engine light on the car started blinking. That’s odd, I thought. Then the car started lurching. Okay, stay calm. Why does this shit always happen when I am driving and have at least one kid with me? Thank goodness I didn’t bring Maggie along, or I don’t think I’d be in one piece right now.

I managed to make it to the exit and pull into the Chick-Fil-A. The car died right there in the parking lot. I couldn’t get it to start again. My ex helped me get it into a parking spot. I called a tow truck. Then I tried to call Steve, but my cell phone died. Great. That was the number I gave the towing service. I called them back using my ex’s phone so I could let them know what happened to my phone.

We all went inside the Chick-Fil-A and waited for the tow truck. It arrived about an hour later. The tow truck driver was a Bubba if I’ve ever seen one. Large round belly. Worn out overalls. Thick country accent. He talked my ear off the whole way to the repair shop. He wandered dangerously into other lanes, earning at least one honk from another motorist before he finally hit someone. We waited what seemed like forever for the whole accident report deal. At least no one was hurt. He chatted with me about his court date and all that mess — didn’t want to hear it — and we managed to make it in one piece to the repair shop.

The mechanics couldn’t look at it for a few hours (can they ever?), so Dylan and I — I forgot to make it clear Dylan was still with me — hopped on the bus and went home. Not too long ago, the mechanic called and told us we need a new engine to the tune of $2000-3000, which is probably more than the car is worth.

So I have to try to convince someone to sell me a car this glorious holiday weekend. Bleh. I hate being poor, and I hate having bad credit.


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Bookshelf

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Using Book Queue Too, I created a Bookshelf page. All of the books I’ve read and reviewed are on the page, as are my current reading selections. I haven’t added the items on my “to read” list yet, but that will come soon. If you like the book reviews, this page collects them a bit more conveniently than does the “Books” category archive, in which I also have writing about books in general and authors — not just reviews. You can permanently access it by clicking on the Bookshelf link under “About” in the sidebar.


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Susan Vreeland

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I had the wonderful opportunity to visit the Decatur Branch of the Dekalb County Library last night to hear Susan Vreeland read selections from her novels at an event sponsored by the Georgia Center for the Book. She is a wonderful reader. Not all writers are. She is a retired English teacher — a 30-year veteran of the classroom. When she signed my books, I told her we had that in common, and she said, “Good for you!” She encouraged me to check out the teacher’s guides she wrote for her novels at her website. After I left, I remembered that her books were published under the aegis of Penguin-Putnam. I should have mentioned the Beowulf teacher’s guide I wrote. I hate when I get tongue-tied and stupid around authors.

I reviewed her bestseller Girl in Hyacinth Blue not long ago, and I am really looking forward to Life Studies, a collection of short stories in which Vreeland speculates over “[w]hat else went on in great artists’ lives beside their painting [and] [w]hat goes on in ours as a result of art?”


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