For this semester, I have spent my time reading a genre which I believed was all but dead, the literary travel-louge. In this age of the information superhighway, the literary travelogue, with its cliched markets, leaning italics of words and phrases in the native tongue of the location in question, and contrived reflections on the state of the folk, seems to no longer be needed. Of course, there is the immensely popular genre of the video-travelogue, but I would prefer to put these, for the most part, in the category of “free-advertisement” for specific locations.
Something Sad
It seems inevitable in every literature major’s educational career, after innumerable questions of “what are you going to do with an English degree,” to question, what is the reason to read, study, teach, or even write literature? This is obviously a broad question, too broad to truly answer here, but the clearest marker of impact is that of large scale effect.