Confession: I would like to lie on his big naked belly and listen to him laugh.
I’m grateful to anyone and everyone who reads my book. If you read it, this is my thank you note to you. Yes, you.
If you are looking for a book to read, I highly recommend this one. Just started it today and I can’t put it down.
I usually hate prologues. To me, it seems like the writer’s undercutting their own authority; like they weren’t confident in their story’s beginning so they slapped on an extra coat of icing. You Are One of Them, Elliott Holt’s debut novel, has a prologue, and despite my long-standing dislike of them, I loved it. It drops you into a cultural and atmospheric icebath—the American Sarah Zuckerman, our lead, during her time in Moscow, in winter, in the 1990s.
An Open Letter to Alice Munro
It seems impossible that you don’t know me. What I mean is that I know your work so well—intimate, is the only way I can describe my relationship to your stories—that I feel like I know you. I consider you a kindred spirit and a teacher. I’ve reread your stories so many times that I know I’ve learned more from them than I have in any writing class. I once spent an entire day deconstructing “Friend of My Youth,” diagramming its structure, its story within a story within a story, to try to understand how you pulled it off. When you won the Nobel Prize, I actually cried with joy. And all day, after the Nobel committee made the announcement, friends emailed and called and texted: “You must be so happy that Alice Munro won!” My adoration of you is so well documented that people were congratulating me on your win, as if you were a member of my family.
I’ve been told many times that I am too forgiving. Of the college friend who started sleeping with my boyfriend, of the boss who presented my ideas as his own, of the lover who made so many promises he couldn’t keep. ‘You’re too forgiving,’ they say, as if it’s a character flaw. But I’m not sure I’m forgiving enough. And I have come to believe that forgiveness is the key to survival. It does no good to see everything as a struggle between opposing factions. Few things are that simple. — Elliott Holt, You Are One of Them (via emmaylor)
I inventoried the expired bottles of sunscreen and painkillers on the bathroom counter. There was a graveyard of old lipstick tubes next to the sink. I was surrounded by rot and decay. — You Are One of Them / Elliott Holt (via wallfleur)
When I was adjuncting at Columbia, I remember calculating the maximum number of hours I could spend on my class before I reduced my pay rate to under $15/hour. It was less time than I would have liked to spend, but I couldn’t work for less than that. So I taught differently: I assigned fewer drafts, I held shorter and less frequent conferences, I read student essays faster and homework assignments hardly at all. When I realized I was not going to be able to do right by my students, I stopped classroom teaching. —
The Teaching Class by Rachel Riederer - Guernica / A Magazine of Art & Politics
Rachel Riederer, Guernica's own Daily editor, also spoke to the New York Times Op-Talk, saying: “Universities are under increased pressure to provide amenities along with a college education. I would love if students and parents, when visiting a campus and asking representatives what’s available, when asking about the gymnasium and dorm rooms, would be informed enough to ask what kind of teachers would be teaching different classes.” Read the rest of the NYT feature here.(via guernicamag)