Monday, September 05, 2005
naughtwah lau i'm damn tired of reading kafka. and i'm not even done with lolita. somehow i don't feel inspired to finish it compared to the ole days of Wuthering Heights and/or seamus heaney or Roz and Guil even. i wept when i read wuthering heights, it was of such raw pent-up passion. but reading kafka is like a sure fire way of putting me to sleep. to hell with existentialism, and "art for art's sake". Women beware women was so much easier to understand. lolita is a thousand times harder. but maybe because i'm just not into the book.. usually i do well in a subject because i love it to death, or rather in a certain text. i scrapped by Othello because i was just too bored with Shakespeare. and i must admit i never finished reading Roz and Guil, Women Beware Women nor Othello either.. i only loved Seamus' and Bronte's heartfelt litanies and my beloved weekly S Lit Classes with my favourite tutor Mr Burge.
maybe it's because i don't have enough time to fully immerse myself into the uni literature texts, because after all, they take only 2 weeks to finish teaching one text, and it's enough to drive me raving mad by the way, that's why i don't like my texts; and that's probably why i'm struggling to understand the themes.
and exams are coming up next week....
can i just blow my demure cover now with a four letter word expletive and imagine it filling up the entire page..
this is bad.. i thought i loved lit. sigh
Joyce Lim unzipped at 2:22 PM with 0 comments
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