Not many readers have heard of Gladys Schmitt outside of Pittsburgh. For that matter, not many readers have heard of Gladys Schmitt inside Pittsburgh.
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You Pick. No, Really: Interactive Media Allows Power Like You’ve Never Known
Think the only relevant piece of choose your own adventure literature is Netflix’s Black Mirror: Bandersnatch? Think again. And this time, think about it by playing staff writer Christie Basson’s choose your own adventure game…about choose your own adventure games. – Kylie Warkentin, Website Editor Play Here Relevant Links: What kind of content has…
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Of Werewolves and Walleye: Why Kid Rock Belongs in the American Horror Canon
“All Summer Long” is a story that—on the surface—appears to be nothing more than the tale of summer revelers in Northern Michigan, but the incredibly clever Kid Rock masterfully weaves a darker, more sinister story in the background.
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Idyll Generations: Sifting Through My Grandmother’s Bookshelves
I spent my winter break surrounded by stories both spoken and concrete. Over the past few months, my grandmother has been sifting through and donating objects around her ranch to make more space. After decluttering cabinets with my mother and unearthing old records with my uncle, she invited me to help her with the bookshelves. We spent a few days sorting through the bookshelves in her storeroom, then her hallway, then her bedroom, then her living room. To my excitement, Tennyson greeted us on three separate shelves like three chance encounters with a childhood friend.
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Slow Your Roll: A Reader’s Quest to Appreciate the Plotless Novel Using Hemingway’s The Old Man and the Sea
One hundred pages of an old man who sits in a little boat in the sea, trying to catch one fish. That’s it, that’s the plot!
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Why The Picture of Dorian Gray Wants What Cardi B Has
Since I Like It and The Picture of Dorian Gray both address the same themes, with some slight nuances, does this mean Cardi B acts as our critic against our dependence on material goods? The answer is an emphatic yes.
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“I Write Plays”: Walking Through The Terrence McNally Exhibit at the Harry Ransom Center
I sign my name in the guestbook of the Harry Ransom Center when I visit the Terrence McNally exhibit for the second time. Alongside the academics and the Northerners and the enthusiasts, “UT Student” is a nondescript designation. If a stack of brochures had been available, I might’ve picked one up, slipped it into my notebook, and kept it in the same way I keep playbills. This little waiting room—his little waiting room, he might correct with mock seriousness—has a theatre’s pre-show silence, as well as the headshot of the balding playwright who has written the show. He is eighty years old, the display tells me. I give the old man an impressed nod, and I turn the corner into the larger exhibit. There are no curtains hanging here, but somehow I expect to hear their heavy fabric drawing back. Maybe there are pulleys squeaking as they reveal the unlit stage.
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