We are reading “Bartleby, the Scrivener” with my composition class. I have reasons to suspect that the students hate the entire experience: Melville, Bartleby, and me, but with the perseverance, worthy, perhaps, of a more effective application, I stay the course. And what to do?
To think about clothes is a distraction, even in strange and, at times, dramatic circumstances. A lot comes to mind. My daughter and I are considering a little yard sale: selling clothes we don’t wear anymore, and thus raising money for the needs of Ukraine.
On July 17, 2014, a Malaysia Airlines plane crashed in Eastern Ukraine, downed by the Russian terrorist forces, referred to as “pro-Russian separatists” in western media. The questions my US friends asked me most after the crash of MH17 near the Ukrainian town of Torez were as follows: Who are the people casually going through the dead passengers’ luggage? Why are they taking selfies next to the parts of the plane?