I once read a pop culture essay which identified thriller writer John Grisham as “this generation’s Charles Dickens.” Part of me smiled at the cool insight the reference provided to an author I enjoyed escaping with; the other part of me rolled my eyes in snobby contempt for such an outrageous, aloof, and absurd statement. […]
“Okay,” I said. “It’s time to kill Hamlet.” A classroom full of AP English students stared up at me, unsure how to take my somewhat crass proclamation. We were about to finish Shakespeare’s masterful tragedy on a bright spring day in late April — truly the cruelest month, at least for Danish princes and slightly […]
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