“Passing”: GWU’s Annual English Graduate Symposium
| Director of Graduate Studies Tara Wallace responds to (L to R) Farisa Khalid, Brian Dumm, Emily Lathrop |
| Julia Asami Smith, part of our undergraduate panel. |
| Director of Graduate Studies Tara Wallace responds to (L to R) Farisa Khalid, Brian Dumm, Emily Lathrop |
| Julia Asami Smith, part of our undergraduate panel. |
Our Open House this afternoon brought together a wide variety of English Department community members, everyone from first-year students to graduating seniors, as well as graduate students, alums, and of course faculty. Thanks to all who came! We closed the event with a tribute to Toni Morrison led by Professor Evelyn Schreiber. It was moving…
Professor Marshall Alcorn English Department Chair On behalf of the GW English Department, I would like to welcome you to our 2017-2018 Academic year. Please explore our blog to learn more about us and what we are doing. Visit us in our offices when you have time. We want to help you develop as writers…
Here is some news from our British and Postcolonial Studies Cluster, where some faculty have been publishing new research and forging exciting institutional connections in the US, UK, India and Ireland. Jenny Green-Lewis is glad to say that her essay on Victorian photography and the novel, written for the new Oxford Handbook of the Victorian…
from the latest edition of the GW student publication le culte du moi American Girls by Jane Shore The first of the dolls she asked for was Addy, a Negro slave escaped from the Civil War. Addy arrived at Emma’s sixth birthday party wearing her historically accurate dress, drawers, stockings, cap-toed boots, and carrying a…
Dear English Department students, Professor Maria Frawley I am writing to introduce myself as the new Chair of the English Department and to welcome you back to campus for the start of the 2019-2020 academic year. After nearly ten years in the Honors Program, it is a real pleasure to return to my English Department…
Name Like an Empty Bag My house is a mess. Fuck. Fuck. I burned my sweater on the stove. The smell of melted acetate, of reading. What if I hate it just because she does a better job of being me than I do? Too familiar, the sound of keeping my mouth closed. I am…