Author Archives: Sara McGee

Like the other posts, I can agree that Crying of Lot 49 is indeed tedious at first.  The first sentence itself is 7 lines long!! I couldn’t help but notice Pynchon’s use of semicolons many times in sentences that dragged … Continue reading →

Natasha Trethewey’s Incident has a unique style about it.  Trethewey repeats a few key phrases as a transition of some sort in between stanzas.  She begins her poem with a sort of forewarning of this by saying: “We tell the … Continue reading →

Of Natasha Trethwey’s collection up to page 24, I was most drawn to “Dusk.”  To me, this poem seems a little out of place with the pervious poems.  I think it is the less morbid and depressing, and instead it … Continue reading →

Jennifer Brody’s “Clare Kendry’s “True Colors: Race and Class Conflict in Nella Larsen’s Passing” is an excellent example of close reading of Passing. Although her constant reference to long texts was a little tedious at times,  I was particularly interested … Continue reading →

FINALLY! We are reading a novel instead of a poem or short story.  Don’t get me wrong those are good in their own genres but this is where it really gets interesting to me.  I can finally get more involved … Continue reading →

“The Raven” by Edgar Allen Poe is probably one of the most depressing things I have ever read.  Not only does he mention the words “dreary”, “darkness”, “lonely”, “bleak”, “sad”, “sorrow”, etc. to remind the reader that it just isn’t … Continue reading →

Walter Benjamin’s “The Storyteller” makes several points on how to effectively comprehend a story, which I for one can surely use.  Too often am do I find myself just reading for classes and what I think the teacher will ask … Continue reading →

“A Soilder’s Home” by Ernest Hemingway is a familiar tale one hears about  the return of a solider from war.  Clearly, the solider is going to have major changes in his life due to the dramatic nature of war, and … Continue reading →

Sara, Dawson, Tim’s order of “Poem with LInes in Any Order” In their eighties Toots and sonny still arguing about their father. It was a time when it seemed like everybody had a nickname. When Rose died having Babe, Dave … Continue reading →

Emily Dickinson’s poems have a such a depressing undertone most of the time and (I heard a Fly buzz- when I died) is no difference. This poem is about a woman on the death bed and all that she is … Continue reading →