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A bad thing: you're back in the car, drive about a block, and notice that NPR is doing a retrospective on somebody wonderful. By the second light it dawns on you: he's dead.
So long, Arthur Miller. You called it like no one else has.
Sometimes I think you have to be a teacher of freshman lit to really know what makes a great play, story, etc. When you teach something to the bored and dull year after year, and still each time it thrills you and wakes them up, you know genius. Hamlet, Oedipus--and Death of a Salesman. You might not put the last one in the same category as the others--and maybe it doesn't have the deathless poetry--but for hitting you in the head and making you see your miserable self, it works.
What a genius we have lost.
So long, Arthur Miller. You called it like no one else has.
Sometimes I think you have to be a teacher of freshman lit to really know what makes a great play, story, etc. When you teach something to the bored and dull year after year, and still each time it thrills you and wakes them up, you know genius. Hamlet, Oedipus--and Death of a Salesman. You might not put the last one in the same category as the others--and maybe it doesn't have the deathless poetry--but for hitting you in the head and making you see your miserable self, it works.
What a genius we have lost.