Early on I decided that the career of an English teacher was the vocation for which I was best suited. I read and studied voraciously and tried hard to build my vocabulary.
In college I was overwhelmed with assigned reading and had to speed through books so fast that I couldn't really enjoy them.. They got mixed up because of being read simultaneously. For instance, after a course called The Picturesque Novel, I read how Oliver Gulliver travels On the Road with friends named Tom Jones and Tristram Shandy, shouts Yahoo when he eats a huckleberrry, and recaptures a fugitive black man named Lord Jim, who's afraid of Virginia Woolf and is rooming with Roderick at Random House .
The next year I read about a couple of brothers named Karamazov and their sister Carrie acting out The American Tragedy, the men contracting a disease called Moby-Dick. They all write pustulary scarlet letters to women named Pamela and Clarissa. A Frenchman named A. Tranj falls asleep in h is mother's coffin and dreams of being a catcher in the rye, protecting children from drunken overeaters named Gargantua and Pantagruel,. The sun also rose on Madame Bovary committing crimes and suffering punishment for pulling the wings off doves (one flew over the cuckoo's nest anyway), for which she was stripped of her red badge of courage and left naked and dead. Marcel Proust served cookies to someone named Madeleine. The hallucinogenic prose/poem Rhyme of Silas Mariner by Samuel Eliot Coleridge resonated with memorable lines such as Water, water everywhere/ Where are my buckets, my buckets! Coleridge was actually a pen name of Marianne Evans, who was having an affair with Kate Chopin while her French alter ego(s) George(s) Sand engaged in a menage a toit with composer Franz Schindler Liszt and Aman dine Aurore Lucie Dupin, who was literature's first lady detective and solved the mysteries of Edgar Allan Poe. See Murders@droom.org.
On my comprehensive exam, responding to a question about archetypal heroes thwarted in their desire for power, and rotating from wheel to whoa, I wrote of Augie's march through a bleak house of seven gables bellowing from there to eternity in a rant filled with sound and fury signifying his pride and prejudice, and demanding the return of his native son.
The examiners passed me with high honors and I graduated with great expectorations. I looked forward eagerly to the task of awakening and molding young minds to the treasures of whirled literature. Transcripts and completed employment application will follow.
Kerry Michael Wood is a retired teacher of English and author of numerous textbooks. More info is available at his website http://www.kerrymwood.com as well as in the resource boxes of his previously submitted ezinearticles.
Author:: Kerry Wood
Keywords:: G. B. Shaw,English, American, French, Russian Literature, picaresque novels, Coleridge, Eliot
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