I don't think I've told this story
Jan. 26th, 2010 08:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
During his senior year of high school, my younger brother's English class was reading Hemingway (I can't remember which novel). I haven't read any of his novels myself, but I do know that his readers often turn out to either love him or hate him. When the teacher asked my brother's opinion on the novel, he said, "I don't like it very much. It isn't really interesting."
The teacher then tells him [almost original wording]: "That's because you're reading it wrong."
Granted, it wasn't quite "You're interrogating this text from the wrong perspective," but it was close enough to make me collapse into laughter at the dinner table. And no, the teacher isn't Anne Rice. Even though my brother attended a Catholic high school.
*headdesk*
The teacher then tells him [almost original wording]: "That's because you're reading it wrong."
Granted, it wasn't quite "You're interrogating this text from the wrong perspective," but it was close enough to make me collapse into laughter at the dinner table. And no, the teacher isn't Anne Rice. Even though my brother attended a Catholic high school.
*headdesk*