Author Archives: Erika Newlands

The different versions of Bust Down the Doors allowed my to get multiple meanings from it. Since it was a little bit different every time, I saw it from a different angle. The difference in point of view was certainly … Continue reading →

This novel never ceased to be bizarre! What killed me was the unresolved ending. Actually, the ending is making me paranoid- which I suspect Pynchon wanted. Was it some random dude that we haven’t seen yet bidding on the stamps? … Continue reading →

Oh boy oh boy oh boy! The little tween in me that likes to crack dirty jokes is excited about this book. I mean, by page 6 Pynchon is saying fuck….albeit backwards. HAH! And so…in other news, he also seems … Continue reading →

So, like a doofus, I didn’t read the back of the book before I started the book. It didn’t take me long to find the reoccurring theme of the author’s mother in the poem. The poem that really struck me … Continue reading →

Alas! Another author who finds Irene to be a hypocritical murderess! In Jennifer Brody’s essay she makes several points I hadn’t considered yet.  When Brody comments that Clare’s smile is seen as “too provocative for a waiter” and thus it … Continue reading →

It amuses me how in the novel Irene goes between having pride in her race to pretending to be white just to drink tea some where fancy.  For somebody who seems to dissaprove of Clare’s “passing over” she certainly uses … Continue reading →

The first few times I’ve read “The Raven” I assumed the bird was real, but after this reading I feel like the bird doesn’t exist except in the narrator’s mind. The poem is pretty perverse; the narrator, theoretically somebody who … Continue reading →

Now, I don’t know how old Walter Benjamin was when he wrote this, but it certainly sounds like an old man whining about how rock music has no soul.   When he talks about how “storytelling is reaching its end,” … Continue reading →

 Although ” A Very Short Story,” is a mere page and a half it contains a lot of interesting plot. What I found most interesting was the ironic situations that “he,” the nameless solider was put in. Throughout the story Luz writes … Continue reading →

Dickinson’s poem [Because I could not stop for Death-] interests me primarily because of the way it compares death to a gentleman caller. It’s almost charming! Death is “kindly” and “civil” to the speaker and he even stops for the … Continue reading →