Author Archives: Ashley Dean

I find it a little difficult to write this blog post, not having the text in front of me, and it being more or less impossible to have a second window up with the text… playing (?) so that I … Continue reading →

that doesn’t mean I like his style.  So, Pynchon is kind of like a literary version of the Joker, to me.  He’s kind of weird, manical at times, and thinks it’s fun to torture people with what are his idea … Continue reading →

This is the first work of Thomas Pynchon’s that I have read.  I’m not sure whether I haven’t adapted to his style, or if it really is just that convoluted.  Perhaps both.  On the back of the book, it mentions … Continue reading →

The key to this poem, I think, is the word “Erebus.”  It is defined as “the dark region beneath the earth through which the dead must pass before they reach Hades.”  She uses the phrase “the Erebus I keep you … Continue reading →

I chose “Photograph: Ice Storm, 1971” to discuss.  This entire poem, to me, was a question.  The question Tretheway, or Trethway’s narrator, is ultimately asking is: why do we falsely commemorate events?  Why do we feel the need to pretend … Continue reading →

I think it’s interesting that when you consider the sexual context, Irene projects onto Clare and Brian that they are threatening her security, but in reality, Irene is threatening her own security with her homoerotic feelings.  In being the actual … Continue reading →

Poe has a knack for imagery.  He sets a very creepy scene, and you can’t help but being creeped out by the tapping.  Also, had I been there, I don’t think I would have let a raven in my room, … Continue reading →

One thing in this story that really stood out to me was the dynamics between men and women, particularly between Hemingway’s ideal man and woman.  I think the following quotation from The Snows of Kilimanjaro illustrates these dynamics.  Harry tells … Continue reading →

I absolutely loved this poem.  First of all, I liked the images.  For example, the tiny buttons that take forever to unbutton, the image of her standing in her window, and the struggle with her undergarments.  Among the other images … Continue reading →

The object of the speaker’s affection in this poem is a girl who lives in isolation or is seemingly invisible to everyone else.  This is obvious in the title – no one is treading in the direction of where she … Continue reading →