Every good story has a beginning, and the novel about racism and self-realization by Eastern Michigan University alumna Gloria Ewing Lockhart is no exception.
Here’s the thing about Chelsea Fagan’s “I’m Only Here for the WiFi:” It is downright, oftentimes, laugh-out-loud funny.
It’s been years since I felt the poisonous anvil of homesickness in my gut, over a decade, if I’m being honest. But I can still vividly recall the nearly unbearable weight of it.
I’m not a Trekkie. Let’s get that out of the way right now. When my friends suggested viewing the premature summer blockbuster “Star Trek: Into Darkness,” this past weekend, I was far from excited.
I can count on one hand the number of novels that have made me laugh out loud. The process of literary LOL-ing goes as follows: read witty line, obnoxiously guffaw, fold the corner of the page that contains witty line, and move on.
Residents may soon experience a healthy dose of culture as they walk the streets of downtown Ann Arbor this spring. This past Saturday, a public reception was held at the Ann Arbor Hands-On Museum to kick off Ann Arbor’s participation in the Detroit Institute of Arts Inside|Out program, which temporarily peppers surrounding cities with full-sized, high-quality reproductions of masterpieces usually reserved for the walls of the DIA.
Eastern Michigan University’s BathHouse Journal launched a freshly formatted website, www.bhjournal.net, Friday that is an international publication featuring such artists such as Austrian Anatol Knotek and Canadian Robert Swereda.
When it comes to the “Twilight” Saga, I’m a lukewarm fan. The plot was vaguely intriguing, the writing fairly compelling, the characters surprisingly relatable, but it wasn’t anything that blew my mind.
Move over Aesop, there’s a new fable prince in the land, and he’s snarky, sarcastic and full of satire.
In high school, I ravaged any and every Nicholas Sparks novel I could lay my voracious hands on. My favorite was “The Notebook” until “The Choice” emerged as a serious contender. I was drawn to the flawed yet lovable characters, the almost believable real-life situations and the gamble of whether or not the ending would leave me grinning moronically at the undeniable existence of never-ending love or doubled over dry heaving because I couldn’t possibly squeeze out one more agonizing tear. As S.E. Hinton would say “that was then, this is now.”
Is classic literature relevant in today’s world? Yes. How are we to perceive the evolution of contemporary pieces if we are unable to accept, understand and appreciate their great-great-grandparents? Is classic literature relevant to a twenty-something college student in today’s world? Yes begets yes, begets yes.
Last semester was tough. I know; I was there. In fact, last year was a total b— well, uh, let’s just say difficult. Good news, though: It’s a new year and a new semester and you have new classes and a whole new start.
“The circus arrives without warning. No announcements precede it, no paper notices on downtown posts and billboards, no mentions or advertisements in local newspapers. It is simply there, when yesterday it was not.”
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