Word: myth
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...defiantly American institution despite its many Oxbridge influences, Harvard is not only part of the lawn-lovin' American Dream, it helps shape it. Emerson's American Scholar address (given in the Yard, perhaps?) and his otheR writings helped define the Dream in its inception. Today, Bercovitch's course The Myth of America analyzes where the Dream went thereafter. The grass is in there somewhere (see Walt Whitman's book of poems,"Leaves of Grass...
...fair, the University never promised that "reading period" was time set aside exclusively for studying. In fact, its official definition couldn't be farther from the myth that the name "reading period" perpetuates...
Harvard's past is the mythic past; the fact that the deans give all incoming first-years a list of every past occupant of their rooms is conducive to such myth-making. We are all walking down well-trodden paths here, no matter how deviant we feel. And so we let others' pasts become our present, others' ambitions our own desires, others' fashions our own trademarks. There's a word for it, somewhere out there--if not in Portuguese, then perhaps there should be one in Harvardese. Joshua DERMAN Joshua Derman '99 is a philosophy concentrator in Quincy House...
With final exams drawing near and the semester coming to a close, the idea of "free time" seems all but a myth (except maybe for those lucky seniors). Visions of late nights in front of the computer, caffeine in hand, trying to catch up on an entire semester's worth of work start clouding your head. All your friends will be home by the time your first exam starts, already snickering at the fact that you can't yet enjoy the sunshine. No, reading period doesn't look like much fun. But, have no fear, dear readers, Hollywood is near...
Bombay is obviously too small to hold these two myth-destined figures, and Rai decides to get out as well. ("Disorientation: loss of the East," as he notes several times.) But this exodus considerably saps the narrative vigor of Rushdie's novel. On their arc toward pop immortality, Ormus and Vina must inevitably pass through London in the mid-'60s and Manhattan in the '70s, already over-storied places and times about which Rai (and Rushdie) can find little new or interesting to add. When fictionalized versions of Rudolf Nureyev and Andy Warhol start popping up, an inspired fiction dwindles...