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...Enlightenment figure, who would you be and why?LD: Oh, I’d be his friend Denis Diderot, who as I just mentioned is the author of ‘Jacques Le Fataliste.’ Rousseau was a really difficult character; his insecurity ran pretty deep. He placed tremendous demands on friends. Diderot was his best friend for over 10 years, and they ended up never speaking to each other. Rousseau was the greater genius, incredibly original and profound. Diderot was like us: he got A grades in school, he could speak fluently on any subject...
Studying fiction at Harvard has several prerequisites: a love of reading; a love of writing; a love of deep, introspective conversations about context and syntax over a steaming latte; and, of course, a love of frenzied highlighting of key passages in the wee hours of the night. Here’s a rundown of the fiction concentrations—see how well you match up.EnglishTrust the popular consensus? With over 250 concentrators in 2007, the English department is proven to be one of the most popular places to study fiction—and with good reason. Students have considerable flexibility...
...scholarly air about him. He speaks slowly and chooses his words carefully, as a fiction writer might.“It takes audacity to declare yourself as a fiction writer, especially with no prior publication,” the Pforhzheimer House tutor says. As an undergraduate, Bennett attended Deep Springs College and finished his B.A. in English at Harvard University. He received his Masters of Fine Arts (MFA) from the University of Iowa Writers’ Workshop and is earning his Ph.D. in English at Harvard this year. His dissertation is on the rise of creative writing programs after World...
...dining room past the set of glass doors, where three people are lying happily in a pile of pillow fluff.“I’m Alex, by the way,” I say. “I know,” she smiles, deep rings under her eyes that look like mascara bleeding into pools of exhaustion. “You were here for the Oscars last year, remember? We ordered Indian take-out. And besides, I see your dad a lot at the Y. He’s always very friendly. Hey, congratulations, he says...
...Yeah.”I began to rollover.“That one looks like some type of whale or dolphin.”My body rotated slowly so as not to disturb her cloud-gazing. I elevated myself with one elbow, and I looked deep into Katie’s shimmering brown eyes. She continued to look at the clouds.“That one looks like a car.”And then, something inside of me went wrong, and I halted. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t. I had waited...