all about the reading
We've hit that part of the semester when taking two novel classes seems like a stupid idea...so it's a good thing I've already read most of the remaining novels for one of the classes! What a good plan, only having to re-skim the next four novels for British/Irish Fiction class. This is good because it means (in theory) I should already have a good idea for the long essay for that class...but I don't. It's cool, though, because I have eight weeks for that and I'll get into it soon enough after the AmNovel essay is complete.
About that...I am dutifully poring through the two novels I'm working with (
Wieland and
Edgar Huntly, if anyone besides
Scrivener is interested). I'm just gathering all the passages to work with, as I already know my argument (and it seems still to be valid, which is good). I'm not stressing about it, really. I'll start writing this weekend, and I'm not at all worried about the actual act of writing it. It was just the whole argument/structure/evidence part that was getting to me.
But I had to take a break from
Edgar Huntly for a bit today, to do the reading for tonight's class: the first 170 pages of Chesnutt's
The Marrow of Tradition. It's pretty darn good—the book, that is, not the actions of the crappy white people.
