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“It seemed to me that if I could stir, if I could move to take the next step, I could go out into the poem the way I could go out into that snow.”

Were my reading assignments interesting?  Moving?  Inspiring?  These are the questions I ask myself after teaching literature classes.  I hope my students will experience the sort of engagement that Eudora Welty describes here.  She writes about spending an afternoon in … Continue reading

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“The sentences would be like bright juggler’s balls, spinning through the air and being deftly caught and thrown up again.”

Or so Rhoda – the aunt in Barbara Pym’s Less Than Angels — thought would happen when “clever” people came to visit the family.  Instead, however, she found that the visitors’ sentences could be compared to “scrubbing-brushes, dish cloths, knives” … Continue reading

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“As we discover, we remember; remembering, we discover.”

How can a writer who spent all but six years of her life in the same house, living what she herself describes as a “sheltered life,” create such astonishing fiction?  In her memoir, One Writer’s Beginnings, Eudora Welty answers this … Continue reading

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