We read Zadie Smith in my Creative Non-Fiction class at Notre Dame last year. In that same class we did an exercise on the diversity of our literary canon, which is overwhelmingly beige. This is a problem in all media, and Swing Time digs into this, with class differences at the center of the story and race also playing a factor.
Literary giants, please check your egos at the door to my cortex.
Galactic archaeology digs into the origins of the universe.
In his essays, novels and life, Brian Doyle '78 traveled to the very edges of reality, spirit, nature and mystery.
A friend who had once taught a blind person how to play golf gave up on me after two lessons. Much as I can lose track of time when strolling through Pinterest, my abilities in the make-it, bake-it, craft-it world are abysmal. And how much more time can I spend with family before we all start throwing leftover Jell-O salad at each other? Ah, yes, retirement.
I have always been interested in the relationship Joseph P. Kennedy had with Father John J. Cavanaugh, CSC, president of Notre Dame from 1946 to ’52. So I was pleased to pick up The Patriarch: The Remarkable Life and Turbulent Times of Joseph P. Kennedy and find this story.
When you play the game of elephant polo, as one does, rules must be followed, particularly on the side of the elephants. No elephant can sit down in front of its goal in order to defend it. That’s a foul. No more than two elephants from the same team can be on one half of the field at one time. Foul. And an elephant cannot use its trunk to pick up the ball. They do anyway. “They'll lob it. They'll pick it up and kind of throw it, and it's funny,” says David Partridge ’13EMBA.
Caution. One wrong turn and the whole semester spins out of control.
The women of Chile danced alone back then, dancing for the Families of the Disappeared, as a way to denounce the senseless loss of sons and lovers stolen in the dark of night.
“Some days it was routine. Other days I would sit at the microfilm reader and weep,” says William Cavanaugh ’84.