Things with me are nuts right now. I’ve got a grant application due next week, which I’ll talk about once it’s submitted. I am teaching MOTHERFUCKING ULYSSES right now, which is a joy, really, but it’s intense as hell. And then there are the three other courses I’m teaching, which are GREAT, but none of which are in my specialization at the moment (and only one of which will enter my specialization, somewhere around week 9). I am supposed to be writing a book, but with the Ulysses and the grant, the progress is nonexistent, but in the service of that book I did read Zadie Smith’s new novel in two freaking days this week. (The good news: reading that novel in two days has shown me the way to finishing the body of the book. Also, some more good news: in spite of the mixed (to be generous) reviews, I really believe that this book is awesome, and that it is an important transition (potentially) in her oeuvre, and that it is a rare book that talks about relationships between women honestly, and that talks about women’s lives honestly. (Look, it’s not the romp that White Teeth is. It’s not the eexuberant joy that On Beauty is. No, it’s a harder [emotionally, stylistically] book than either of those. But it is a book that connects Zadie Smith to the women who precede her in the twentieth century. It is, fundamentally, a feminist book. Clearly, that would be difficult for a lot of reviewers, and potential readers, to take. But it is, I think, important. And it confirms some things that I’ve been thinking about “the long twentieth century.” So.)
In addition to these things, I’ve got an article to write, an article to review, another article to write, an article to check on (that I submitted three months ago), a committee to chair, and who the fuck knows what else. Did I mention that I teach a 4/4 load? Indeed.
Oh, and I have a real life: I go back to hometown this weekend ( a friend’s bachelorette thingie), a trip to Chicago, and a trip back to hometown (the wedding).
All of those real life things are grand. But seriously? I can’t wait until the end of this month. I can’t wait until I have weekends in which I can not speak to people. SERIOUSLY.
So if you don’t hear from me for the next three weeks? Don’t worry. And if you do hear from me and I seem motherfucking crazy, well, you know why.