/lit/ - Literature

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He didn't seem to like me. Other people were content to turn up to class and listen to him discuss his own writing or his view of some random book he'd just read and when I'd ask him a question or offer a different perspective there'd be an awkward silence and people I guess thought I was being a nuisance for the sake of it. I mean I wasn't I was just bored listening to this guy kill time (and money) by spieling about something everybody else was too bored to register or complain about. In my story I referenced him as a (paraphrased) "depressed-seeming creative writing professor from Minnesota who had published two collections of short stories, both to marginal if any acclaim and in print only due to his tenured college allowing him to include them in his syllabus" It was supposed to be funny and I figured he'd just slap his knee and laugh but he just glared at me. I think he had es ee ex with one of the girls in my class who had bulimia and obviously had a history of self-harm.

Maybe I'm autistic, I don't know. The qt ended up dating a long-haired guy from New York who conducted himself like a bohemian. His main influence was DFW and when he read his story out he'd bounce his knee under the desk and wave one arm around as if it was a poetry slam or some shit, reading fast and then reading slow for dramatic effect. I thought he was total phony (he admitted to only reading "a third" of IJ) but he was the sort of star writer in our class. I got so mad when I saw them on campus together on the lawn drinking wine out of plastic cups that I stole all the DFW books I could find (I later realized some of his books were in the non-fiction area , including Oblivion) and put them in a large recycling trash can where people put their superfluous printed pages etc.