On This Day
There’s a new election in Guatemala; Álvaro Colóm, the genial center-left candidate, was also a front-runner when I was there for the last election—ack—four years ago.
I’ll teach or try to teach The Metamorphosis tomorrow, and what will I say about it? What I would like to say is that the piece does not lie about pain and that my standing at the front of a classroom seems a kind of implicit lie—that, like Gregor with his fabric samples, I have been given something not my own to sell, and that as an ungeheures Ungeziefer I would be best advised to stay in bed. But what an awkward exhibition that would be! So we will Work On Our Thesis Statements.
WOOTS!
