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Sunday, February 12, 2017

Perhaps it is a flaw of mine

to find my own ideas more interesting than those of other people. I'd like to be receptive, and I am to some extent, but I'm reading Rita Felski's The Uses of Literature. While admiring the stance she's taking, and agreeing with it, I just don't find it scintillating the way I do the company of my own ideas. Perhaps that's the problem of using "theory" today, where theory is often reduced to a few catch-phrases. I'd like to be excited by those phrases, but there's often little substance there, at least in the application to literary works.

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