Category Archives: What We’re Reading, in Six Words or Less

Thomas Pynchon’s “Against the Day” revisited

Finally finished the bloody thing. It is marvelous. A little porno towards the end, if justified. Still very Page Six. UNLESS: Full report on the meaning of the Victorian sensibilities, in all their facets, particularly the mathematical, perhaps the sexual, due soon. Well. It is bike riding weather.

Lovely North Fork of Long Island

William Faulkner Unit Plan

For those high school teachers out there, who may be interested today or tomorrow, North or South, the link will download and/or take you to an 11th-grade unit plan on William Faulkner’s Go Down, Moses.

It’s a draft, and your comments are most welcome.

https://alanfleisig.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/fleisig_faulkner_unit-plan_v04_clean.doc

UPDATE: Below is the link to the “final” version of this Unit Plan.

https://alanfleisig.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/fleisig_faulkner_unit-plan_final.doc

Happy Summer, everyone!

Tough Liberal: Albert Shanker and the Battles Over Schools, Unions, Race, and Democracy, by Richard Kahlenberg

Tough Liberal, by Richard Kahlenberg

Surprisingly readable indictment of New Left, neo-Liberals.

2 Yeh’s.

The Ask, by Sam Lipsyte

The Ask, by Sam Lipsyte

Sour-ball Pynchovian misadventure starring Gatsby McSnark.

Funny at moments. 1 “Eh!”

The Beatles, by Bob Spitz

The Beatles, by Bob Spitz
The Beatles, by Bob Spitz

John myths shattered. Ringo is ahhright.

Methland: The Death and Life of an American Small Town, by Nick Reding

Methland, by Nick Reding

Methland, by Nick Reding

Thornton Wilder was right all along.

Worth a read. 1 yeah.

Brooklyn, by Colm Toibin

Brooklyn, by Colm Toibin

Brooklyn, by Colm Toibin

Understated and brilliant. Double Yeh’s!

The Wrecking Crew, by Thomas Frank

Acerbic history of our executiveoverlord state.

Required reading.

Against the Day, by Thomas Pynchon

Against the Day, by Thomas Pynchon
Against the Day, by Thomas Pynchon

Not. Finished. Yet. Review to follow.

In the Hamptons, by Dan Rattiner

In the (East) end, mostly gossip.

Eh.