I just felt the need to come in and offer this bit of cheerful thinking: If you think that Huis Clos is boring, do not read L'Etranger. Trust me on this.
(My third year French was entirely Existentialism. In retrospect I find it to have been more useful than what I was getting in English at the time: Shakespeare as porn writer. This is not to say that I object to the idea of looking at, and commenting upon the raciness in various Shakespeare plays, but when the class spends three weeks on Hamlet, and all but two days of that is spent on in depth in-class discussions of the various incestuous relationships, something is severely off-kilter.)
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Eh bien, continuons.
Date: 2005-11-13 05:48 am (UTC)(My third year French was entirely Existentialism. In retrospect I find it to have been more useful than what I was getting in English at the time: Shakespeare as porn writer. This is not to say that I object to the idea of looking at, and commenting upon the raciness in various Shakespeare plays, but when the class spends three weeks on Hamlet, and all but two days of that is spent on in depth in-class discussions of the various incestuous relationships, something is severely off-kilter.)