Birthday Books 2008

My parents, in their infinite wisdom regaring gift giving, have made it an annual practice to give me a bookstore gift card for my birthday.  I nearly let the month go by before I shared my purchases this month with you.

This year, my selections were heavy on the Shakespeare, probably due to the fact that I took a class on teaching Shakespeare through the Folger Shakespeare Library in June.

I only hope I get a chance to read it all soon.

I started a reading group at my school.  I was surprised by the reception!  We have a good 15 interested teachers, which at my school is approaching half the faculty!  We are reading The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society.  I need to get started on that one or I won’t be ready for our first meeting.

Georgia Writers

Omnivoracious, the Amazon Book Blog, has recently posted about Georgia writers as part of a series on the election and electoral votes.

The post has an impressive list of recommendations (though erroneously names the author of the Uncle Remus tales as Joel Chandler rather than Joel Chandler Harris.

Georgia has a rich literary history, as does much of the South.  When I was in undergrad, I took a course in Southern Literature, and it was a really excellent learning experience.

One or two suggestions I might add some of the following lesser known works to the list in the Omnivoriacious post:

  • Augustus Baldwin Longstreet’s Georgia Scenes: my Southern Lit. professor wrote the introduction to the version I had in college
  • Coleman BarksGourd Seed (poetry): my UGA poetry professor and a wonderful poet mostly known for translating the poetry of Rumi (in fact, the New Georgia Encyclopedia article recounts him sleeping through his last final exam — that was my class — he wrote a poem about us*
  • Judith Ortiz Cofer’s The Line of the Sun

Check out some of the other Georgia authors in the New Georgia Encyclopedia.

* Here is a link to the poem.  He gave us all a copy of Gourd Seed, and I remember being so scared to ask him to sign it.  I worked up my nerve and brought it to the final exam, and then, well as the poem says, he didn’t come.  So, I mailed it to him with postage and asked that he sign it and send it back.  He did.  And he told me I would be a wonderful teacher with students who would be blessed to have me.