There’s been a lot of hubbub about the cranes lately, as they are currently the tallest buildings on campus (beating Caples by mere inches). Since we go to Kenyon and since kids get bored here, there have also been many jokes made about there being a crane cult. Here’s the kicker: there kind of actually is one? You’ve got questions, and I’ve got answers.Continue reading
Lit Lit is a new segment I will be hosting in which I get someone lit, and then that someone chooses a work of literature and gives me a summary and quick discussion of the themes of that work. This week I had the pleasure of getting a friend of mine lit, who will be referred to throughout as Nasty Willow, to discuss Mary Shelley’s classic Frankenstein, or The Modern Prometheus. I was joined by another companion who chose to go by “Mary Shelley’s Lesbian Lover,” as we discussed the work in a sunny graveyard. Nasty Willow’s dialogue is in Times New Roman, all action is written in italics.
Victor Frankenstein….that’s not how the book starts. Begin–We’re on a ship. And it’s a series of letters from. Arctic explorer? Robert Walton! Okay.