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Associate Professor Adam Johnson,Department of English at Stanford University(图)
Department of English at Stanford University Associate Professor Creative Writing Fiction Narrative Theory The Novel
2015/6/8
Adam Johnson is Associate Professor of English with emphasis in creative writing at Stanford University. A Whiting Writersï¿_ Award winner, his work has appeared in Esquire, Harper...
Effacing "Mem’ry’s Page": the Agon between Orality and Literacy in Adam Kidd’s The Huron Chief
Mem’ry’s Page Orality Literacy
2014/1/15
The historical conflict between North American Natives and European colonists roughly parallels the debate between orality and literacy that has been waged since writing first developed and irrevocabl...
IMAGINING ADAM’S DREAM:KEATS’S CHAMBER OF MAIDEN THOUGHT IN THE EVE OF ST. AGNES
Keats Eve of St. Agnes chamber of maiden thought poetical character imagination gender
2009/10/19
The purpose of this essay is to explore how Keats constructs Porphyro's and Madeline's physical and metaphysical identities in the poem and to examine the relationship of gender to the artistic proces...
The Eroticism of Artificial Flesh in Villiers de L'Isle Adam's L'Eve Future
Eroticism Artificial Flesh Villiers de L'Isle Adam's L'Eve Future
2010/11/12
Villiers de L'Isle Adam's L'Eve Future published in 1886 features a fictional version of the inventor Thomas Edison who constructs a complex, custom-made android for Englishman Lord Ewald as a substit...
Of our wanderings in the great swamp I have no clear knowledge. When I strive to remember, I have a riot of unrelated impressions and a loss of time-value. I have no idea of how long we were in that v...
It was in the early fall of the following year that it happened. After his failure to get the Swift One, Red-Eye had taken another wife; and, strange to relate, she was still alive. Stranger still, th...
I found her down in the old neighborhood near the blueberry swamp, where my mother lived and where Lop-Ear and I had built our first tree-shelter. It was unexpected. As I came under the tree I heard t...
Lop-Ear got married. It was the second winter after our adventure-journey, and it was most unexpected. He gave me no warning. The first I knew was one twilight when I climbed the cliff to our cave. I ...
The months came and went. The drama and tragedy of the future were yet to come upon the stage, and in the meantime we pounded nuts and lived. It--vas a good year, I remember, for nuts. We used to fill...
It was not until the night of our first day on the south bank of the river that we discovered the Fire People. What must have been a band of wandering hunters went into camp not far from the tree in w...
I have no idea how long Lop-Ear and I wandered in the land north of the river. We were like mariners wrecked on a desert isle, so far as concerned the likelihood of our getting home again. We turned o...
It must be remembered that the description I have just given of the Swift One is not the description that would have been given by Big-Tooth, my other self of my dreams, my prehistoric ancestor. It is...
After we had had out our laugh, Lop-Ear and I curved back in our flight and got breakfast in the blueberry swamp. It was the same swamp to which I had made my first journeys in the world, years before...
Red-Eye was an atavism. He was the great discordant element in our horde. He was more primitive than any of us. He did not belong with us, yet we were still so primitive ourselves that we were incapab...
Well do I remember that first winter after I left home. I have long dreams of sitting shivering in the cold. Lop-Ear and I sit close together, with our arms and legs about each other, blue-faced and w...