Tag: writing

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The Role of the Artist in Interesting Times: A Look at Albert Camus’s “Creating Dangerously”

Almost two years ago to the day, I finally read Albert Camus’ The Stranger. I had come across, somewhere, a discussion of the novel’s ending, which I won’t spoil here, and I became intrigued, especially since I was reading texts about the Algerian War and about France’s protectorate control of Morocco. Since then, I have been wanting to read more Camus, especially his 1947 novel The Plague which … Read More The Role of the Artist in Interesting Times: A Look at Albert Camus’s “Creating Dangerously”

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Ágota Kristóf’s “The Illiterate” and the Loss of One’s Self

A few days ago, as I am wont to do on occasion, I walked through the stacks at my local library, immediately making a line towards the French literature section. I did this, partly, because I had just read Michael Rothberg’s Multidirectional Memory: Remembering the Holocaust in the Age of Decolonization and wanted to see if I could find some of the works by Didier Daeninckx, André Schwarz-Bart, and … Read More Ágota Kristóf’s “The Illiterate” and the Loss of One’s Self

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“I’ve always done what is right”

If you’ve been reading me for a while, you know that while I typically write essays, I occasionally write short stories. I’ve published “Paper,” “Adieu,” and “This Story is Continuing to Develop” here over the past few years. Today, I want to share another story that I wrote back in 2020. I’m not, really, a huge horror fan, but someone asked me to write … Read More “I’ve always done what is right”

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“All the images will disappear”: Memory and Existence in Annie Ernaux’s “The Years”

Over the past few weeks, I’ve started to read more works by French writers, including Leïla Slimani’s Adèle and Elisa Shua Dusapin’s Winter in Sokcho. To expand my reading, I asked individuals for other recommendations of female French writers, and one person suggested that I read Annie Ernaux. At the person’s suggestion, I went to the stacks in my library and pulled down a … Read More “All the images will disappear”: Memory and Existence in Annie Ernaux’s “The Years”

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What Do Our Stories Tell Us About Ourselves and Our World?

Our lives consist of stories, both stories about things we experience and things that we construct from the myriad of threads that enter into the very fiber of our being. Growing up, Wilma Dykeman saw “an old bent man” walking by her house most days. She looked at him “with hungry curiosity” and thought of him as “someone from a story-book, someone unreal and … Read More What Do Our Stories Tell Us About Ourselves and Our World?