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April 15, 2004
With flying colors

It went splendidly, and now I plan to take the weekend very seriously OFF. But hooray! Hurrah! Calloo! Callay! Et cetera.

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April 09, 2004
Fandom note

A brief history of British SF fandom, by Rob Hansen.

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April 08, 2004
The actual topics

Now that it is a mere week (less about five hours) until my exam, I have my actual list of topics in hand. These are fairly different from the ones I thought up, and frankly much better. (One might even say that they're fun.) I'm copying them in below, so that I can refer to them whenever the fancy strikes me, and so that you, dear readers, can see what I'm working on. I expect to be wandering in my fields of rumination until the eve of the exam myself, so I'll see you then.

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April 06, 2004
Generalization and Folly in Popular Cult Crit

This is a cautionary tale. I love to read the cultural criticism of earlier eras -- notice the examples I've cited here in the past couple of weeks -- but it's far too easy, in some cases, to assume that the authors' observations are sound. (George Orwell, I'm looking at your boys' weeklies and you!)

Wanting real-life people to behave like your favorite stereotype of their socio-economic class (cf. D.H. Lawrence's fruitless international search for a peasantry sufficiently in possession of the "vital life-throb") is hardly a defunct pastime: see this wonderful critique of the "facts" reported in David Brooks' infuriating article "One Nation, Slightly Divisible," which appeared in the Atlantic Monthly in December of 2001.

This is the piece where he purports to compare the prevailing culture of the "Red" Franklin County in Pennsylvania and the "Blue" Montgomery County, where I happen to live. I knew it was rife with overgeneralizations, glib telling details that don't tell the whole story, and mistaking the part for the whole in ways that seem uniformly motivated by the assumptions of the author's worldview, but I didn't realize just how thoroughly false it was until I read this Philadelphia Magazine article. It's a corker! (via Crooked Timber)

PS. The comments of that Crooked Timber article also have some interesting stuff to say about sprawl in my hometown of Pittsburgh.

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April 02, 2004
On stock examples and the Labov question

Lots of people I've talked to have suggested that a good thing to do before the exam itself is to generate a list of the kinds of things you think people will want you to provide examples of (novels that represent the thread of traditional realism running through the twentieth century, places where tropes borrowed from "lowbrow" literature show up in "highbrow" literature, and so on) and think up a useful set of pithy examples in response.

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April 01, 2004
All work and all play makes me a cheerful grad student

Two weeks left! This morning has been enlivened by some reading aloud of choice bits of At Swim-Two-Birds (on my list, I will observe, though it's hard to claim that anything so entertaining can be called work, as such), each while the other completes his or her morning routine. It is an excellent book for the purpose, being so lively and deranged. Just now I have been reading some of the conversation between the pooka MacPhellimey and the Good Fairy ("My correct name is Good Fairy, said the Good Fairy. I am a good fairy.") and putting on a misbegotten Irish accent and generally getting the day off to a fine start.

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March 31, 2004
While I'm at it...

Orwell on Eliot on Kipling:

Mr. Eliot describes Kipling’s metrical work as 'verse' and not 'poetry', but adds that it is 'great verse', and further qualifies this by saying that a writer can only be described as a 'great verse-writer' if there is some of his work 'of which we cannot say whether it is verse or poetry'. Apparently Kipling was a versifier who occasionally wrote poems, in which case it was a pity that Mr. Eliot did not specify these poems by name.

The trouble is that whenever an aesthetic judgement on Kipling’s work seems to be called for, Mr. Eliot is too much on the defensive to be able to speak plainly. What he does not say, and what I think one ought to start by saying in any discussion of Kipling, is that most of Kipling’s verse is so horribly vulgar that it gives one the same sensation as one gets from watching a third-rate music-hall performer recite 'The Pigtail of Wu Fang Fu' with the purple limelight on his face, and yet there is much of it that is capable of giving pleasure to people who know what poetry means. At his worst, and also his most vital, in poems like 'Gunga Din' or 'Danny Deever', Kipling is almost a shameful pleasure, like the taste for cheap sweets that some people secretly carry into middle life. But even with his best passages one has the same sense of being seduced by something spurious, and yet unquestionably seduced.

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