Tea and Mortality
Don’t miss this beautifully composed reflection on small daily pleasures and “death-reminders” in the Professor Margaret Soltan‘s blog, University Diaries.
Don’t miss this beautifully composed reflection on small daily pleasures and “death-reminders” in the Professor Margaret Soltan‘s blog, University Diaries.
by Robert Ganz Longtime departmental supporter Violet McCandlish passed away recently. Professor Robert Ganz has compsoed this tribute For many of us in the department, Violet McCandlish was a very supportive, colorful, warm and essential presence. In 1966, the year after George McCandlish took over the early American “slot”—which he filled so well—Violet and the…
If you are a GW student money is probably on your mind. With the extreme tuition and high prices of DC, finding anything to do for free is a godsend. Luckily, The Shakespeare Theater Company understands this and offers a free play every fall. This year the selection is slightly ironic though since the money-obsessed…
Our very own Dr. Matt Fullerty (English Ph.D. 2008) has begun a new tenure-track position at Chowan University in North Carolina teaching Creative Writing (fiction and poetry) and Composition. In spring 2013 he will teach English and American literature as well as an upper-level fiction class. GW students do not fear; Dr. Fullerty continues to teach at GW…
Professor Jeffrey Cohen writes to tell you about his fantastic Myths of Britain course next fall. There are still a few spots left, so make sure to sign up. You are guaranteed an amazing semester. This was the course that affirmed why I wanted to be an English major! The English Department recently gave my…
No, that’s not me. That’s the guy who played the Maytag Repairman on TV. More about that later. It’s a pleasure to have been handed the keys to this blog from Jeffrey Cohen, our Department’s Chair Emeritus (a title I have just now invented and summarily bestowed). To be honest, it’s also a bit daunting….
Sassi Riar is taking Prof. Pollack’s Intermediate Poetry 104 class. Drawing a Line He had to crouch to sniff white.It took a toll on his posture,As if pulling him to the groundWhere he went after. His fingers, once colorful,Now pale from powder,Forgot all the notes they had played.Silence was louder. He picked at the strings…