The thunder of the ground sea, or what’s under the boat

One of my favorite things about rereading/reteaching stories is that no matter how well I think I know a work, I always unearth new intriguing bits. This past spring when I taught Mary Shelley's Frankenstein, I zeroed in on how Shelley describes the breaking up of the frozen northern ocean where Walton and Victor become …

Ahem.

Oh, little blog. I haven't forgotten you. Well, actually, I did, in that forgetting way that's not really forgetting. You're like that weird skin tag on my elbow about which I keep thinking, Yeah, I should get that checked. No offense. Truth is, I'd much rather be jotting down rambly bits about writing. It's November, …