In talking with some friends at trivia last week, I started to think about the concept of literature as a kind of “canon.” The term is bandied about with some frequency in my job (we publish literature anthologies for college students) and basically, it’s this notion that there’s a standard set of authors and works that everyone SHOULD read. Since I wasn’t an English major in college (weird, right?), I do feel like there are several gaping holes in my personal literature “canon.” They include: Hemingway, Chaucer, Tolstoy, Margaret Atwood, Moby Dick, David Foster Wallace, John Updike, Gertrude Stein, Tennesee Williams, Zora Neale Hurston, and Adrienne Rich.
Do you have holes in your reading background? Skeletons in your literary closet, so to speak?
Speaking of closets, I feel like there are holes in my actual closet as well–you know those pieces that every woman MUST HAVE? Chances are, I don’t have it. Classic trench? Don’t have one. Crisp white button-down? Nope. An evening clutch? A nice, high-quality belt? Nude pumps? The list goes on. What are your closet essentials? Are you missing any key items?
Leave your thoughts in the comments (literary or sartorial)–I’d love to hear them!