The Idiot - Elif Batuman Date: 2022-07-10 | The professor was talking about the differences between creative | and academic writing. I kept nodding. I was thinking about the | structural equivalences between a tissue box and a book: both | consisted of slips of white paper in a cardboard case; yet—and | this was ironic—there was very little functional equivalence, | especially if the book wasn’t yours. These were the kinds of things | I thought about all the time, even though they were neither pleasant | nor useful. I had no idea what you were supposed to be thinking about Chapter: Fall Date: 2022-07-10 | patronymics Chapter: Fall Date: 2022-07-11 | impetuous Chapter: Fall Date: 2022-07-11 | this is what the curators are hiding from us,” Ham remarked of | a bison that had stuffing pouring out of its guts. Gary laughed | mirthlessly. “You think it’s really any different at the Whitney | or the Met? Let me tell you, kid, it’s all blood and guts in the | back room, in one form or another Chapter: Fall Date: 2022-07-11 | The story was ingeniously written, using only the grammar that we had | learned so far. Because we hadn’t learned the dative case, Ivan’s | father, instead of handing the letter to Nina, had to say, “There, | on the table, is a letter.” Because we hadn’t learned the verbs | of motion, nobody said outright, “Ivan went to Siberia.” Instead, | Ivan wrote, “When you receive this letter, I will be in Siberia. Chapter: Fall Date: 2022-07-11 | Fernanda Chapter: Fall Date: 2022-07-12 | Turkish, for example, had a suffix, -miş, that you put on verbs | to report anything you didn’t witness personally. You were always | stating your degree of subjectivity. You were always thinking about | it, every time you opened your mouth Chapter: Fall Date: 2022-07-13 | libraries started giving out plastic bags that said A WET BOOK IS | NOT A DEAD DUCK on the side. These bags were supposed to encourage | you not to throw out wet books. Chapter: Fall Date: 2022-07-13 | amphibrach Chapter: Fall Date: 2022-07-13 | Like all the stories I wrote at that time, it was based on an unusual | atmosphere that had impressed me in real life. I thought that was | the point of writing stories: to make up a chain of events that | would somehow account for a certain mood—for how it came about | and for what it led to Chapter: Fall