I am the BEST CLASSMATE EVER
[I don't really think that!]
Somewhere in
this post I mentioned that I was an exceptionally lucky little camper because my second presentation in the theory class was going to be E. H. Gombrich's
Art and Illusion, a lovely book about the psychology of representation in light of current theories regarding visual perception and learning and blah blah...not actually a book of literary theory.
Well, one of my classmates was to present the week after me but she also had tickets to go hear
Stephen Hawking speak. I said no problem, I'll switch weeks with you (always glad for the extra week!), thinking we'd just flip-flop weeks and not books. But no. The prof piped up with "ok, so instead of
Art and Illusion, Julie will present on...
Deconstruction: Theory and Practice.
That'd be different. So my classmate gets to hear Stephen Hawking
and present on the lovely art book. It's a good thing I like her, otherwise I'd be perturbed.
[I actually own the book and it's quite good, but the point is that it's not the lovely art book!]
