Ryan Bigge has written a hilarious pastiche of literary criticism in the November Walrus. Literary types are in danger of laughing too hard and falling out of their ivory towers. To read the post-modern shenanigans, click on the link:
Swedish for Great Literature
In more important news, my kid, the one who got one assist last season, just scored his first goal. Aren't I just the proudest little hockey mom!
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