American Literature

at Cambridge

Author: Kasia Boddy (page 2 of 3)

Darryl Pinckney on Ta-Nehisi Coates

…in the New York Review of Books

Ta-Nehisi Coates, New York City, 2012

Ta-Nehisi Coates, New York City, 2012

21st January: Richard Gray on Absalom, Absalom!


INSIDE THE DARK HOUSE: William Faulkner, Absalom, Absalom! & the writing of  trauma

 Richard Gray  (University of Essex)

 Thursday  21/1/16 at 4.30pm in the  English Faculty Boardroom

American author William Faulkner (1897 - 1962) works on a screenplay at his typewriter on a balcony, Hollywood, California, early 1940's. He is shirtless and wears shorts, heavy wool socks, shoes and sunglasses. (Photo by Alfred Eriss/Pix Inc./Time Life Pictures/Getty Images)

Early in 1934, William Faulkner sat down at his desk and, in his characteristically spidery handwriting, wrote ‘A Dark House’ at the top of a blank page. It was a title that haunted him. For a while, it was the working title for the story that eventually became Light in August (1932). But now he was thinking of using it for another and even darker narrative: the novel that was eventually published two years later, in 1936, as Absalom, Absalom! The darkest of all Faulkner’s major novels, Absalom, Absalom! is also the most seamlessly concerned with trauma. This talk explores Absalom, Absalom! with specific reference to the personal, historical and intertextual elements that make it such a supreme and complexly layered example of the writing of trauma. ‘A book is… the dark twin of a man,’ Faulkner wrote in his second novel, Mosquitoes (1927). This talk considers how, in what is arguably the finest of his novels, Faulkner encounters a ‘dark twin’ that is at once personal and something that cuts across personal, spatial and textual boundaries.

Laura Dannehl, ‘Thoughts from an Expat on T-day’

I didn’t realise something was missing. Or rather, I didn’t realise that I would care that something was missing. In fact, I was pretty sure that a November which didn’t involve dodging my mother’s annual pie bake-a-thon, explaining to my Dad for fiftieth time why my husband and I wouldn’t be eating the turkey (we eat kosher), shuttling my son to my ex-husband’s parents’ house halfway though the day, and then helping clean up after a dinner party of 25, sounded just about perfect.

But on Monday morning, I woke up to this…

gooble…a photo of a festively decorated bulletin board from my mother’s Kindergarten classroom. In case you are not well versed in the finer American arts, the rainbow-tailed, avian effigies pictured above are colour-cut-and-glue turkeys. Sometimes these garish gobblers come in the form of hand tracings, coloured to resemble turkeys, other times they are assembled from pre-made outlines that have been photocopied from the same Xerox master copy for decades; passed down from one teacher to another upon retirement…along with a box of paper-plate Puritan hats, and politically incorrect Native American pasta necklaces. In fear of causing a cultural-insensitivity uproar, the contents of said inherited box would be immediately discarded… all except for the Xerox turkey master copy… it’s worth its weight in gold(en) mashed potatoes.

But I digress.

Monday morning found me in want of turkeys. It found me in want of overly simplistic renderings of the pilgrim/Native American food swap and celebration. It found me in want of handmade cornucopias made from badly coloured paper plates stapled together with poorly cutout pictures of fruit. It found me in want of the familiar — not that Cambridge is entirely unfamiliar to the American eye — but the knowledge that the familiar was taking place without me…found me wanting.

Luckily there are two other expat families in our complex who were experiencing similar “wantings,” so today we will be hosting our own food swap, complete with semi-crazed “bake-a-thon,” confused explanations of why our family is not eating turkey, and cleaning up after a massively large dinner party… as well as a communal watching of Charlie Brown’s Thanksgiving and perhaps Disney’s The Adventure of Ichabod and Mr. Toad  (narrated by the king of American holidays – Bing Crosby) while the tryptophan sets in.

Happy T-day everyone.

Recommended T-day Movie Watch List (via youtube!)

Charlie Brown’s Thanksgiving (

Really gets at the heart of the American cultural matter.

Disney’s The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr. Toad ( – I have no idea why these are paired together, but it’s part of the experience. Please note – Ichabod is Ichabod Crane from Washington Irving’sThe Legend of Sleepy Hollow.

17 Nov: Mark Ford on T.S.Eliot

TS Eliot Oct 2014 v2

Letters to Véra / Nabokov in America

vera and vladimir nsabokov

Stacy Schiff reviews  Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov, edited and translated from the Russian by Olga Voronina and Brian Boyd, and Nabokov in America: On the Road to Lolita by Robert Roper in this week’s New York Review of Books.

‘Women Crime Writers: Eight Suspense Novels of the 1940s and 1950s’


Read the New York Times review of the new Library of America collection Women Crime Writers: Eight Suspense Novels of the 1940s and 1950s

29 October: Nancy Bentley on Kinship Politics

nancy bentley seminar-1

President Obama & Marilynne Robinson: A Conversation in Iowa

Read their conversation in The New York Review of Books


Pond Scum? Kathryn Schulz on Thoreau

In this week’s New Yorker:

‘Walden is less a cornerstone work of environmental literature than the original cabin porn: a fantasy about rustic life divorced from the reality of living in the woods, and, especially, a fantasy about escaping the entanglements and responsibilities of living among other people.’

Why, given his hypocrisy, sanctimony, and misanthropy, has Thoreau been so cherished?

14 October: David Trotter on Hollywood Vamps

david trotter seminar 14 Oct-1

Older posts Newer posts

© 2018 American Literature

Theme by Anders NorenUp ↑