My voice is a flower. A weird, ugly flower.
June 4, 2009 6:57 AM Subscribe
Louis Menand in The New Yorker surveys American creative writing education, past and present, and asks whether it should still be taught. (via)
Once, on the first day of class, Angela Carter, who taught at Brown, was asked by a student what her own writing was like. She carefully answered as follows: "My work cuts like a steel blade at the base of a man's penis."
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