Oh, you guys, let's not talk about my day. Let's not talk about the student who managed to flap my unflappable chair. (Which means, in case you didn't guess, that I was far, far beyond flapped.) Let's not even cast a sideways glance at the situation that got referred to the college office today, because my chair has my back all the way, and the associate dean has hers. Let's not mention the fact that despite their support I came home so stressed that I required an anti-arrhythmia pill and a glass of wine. (It's been almost a year since I had any alcohol. It's just not my thing. Usually.) Let's not consider the fact that I will be meeting face to face with the student and the chair later this week, because this has been painful enough via email. Let's talk about something happy instead: let's talk about...[drum roll, please]...Martin Chuzzlewit!
It's almost time, friends, for the Fourth Annual May Dickens Read-Along, or #FAMDRAL for your social media hashtagging purposes. I am giving my last final on Wednesday, and then I am going to dive in on Thursday. This will give me 21 days in May to finish Martin Chuzzlewit. That's the perfect amount of time for me to read one of the fat Dickens novels -- it works out to about 40 pages a day. Who wants to join me in reading some Dickens?
In years past I have suggested that we all read the same Dickens novel, but in years past I have been suggesting books a little less obscure than Martin Chuzzlewit. I think you'll like Martin Chuzzzlewit, especially if we're reading it together and can chat about Sairey Gamp and CD's take on those brash Americans, but I would fully support a decision to read Oliver Twist instead.
I have capital-O Opinions about Dickens, which I am happy to share if you are curious: two posts on how to read him, and another post on why. I'd love some company if you're up for a quick jaunt to the Victorian era.
P.S. Would also appreciate your prayers for speedy resolution of this situation.
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