The Reunion was fun. I’d go to another College one, but probably not one for any other school I’ve gone to. Having stayed close to a good number of people there it was guaranteed that I’d have a nice time, but otherwise people I’d lost touch with were too nervous and guarded, or else seemingly crystallized into sharper versions of themselves that had annoyed me in the first place. So it was a touch annoying. Nice to see old professors again though, and feel a little teacher support network that is so very, very different from the French experience. And that’s all I have to say about that. Except I realized one of the professors, who I've always disliked in principle because of a reputation he has of being shockingly rude to his wife, sounds EXACTLY like Mickey (Eugene Levy's character) from A Mighty Wind. So much so I'm pretty sure they've met.
On the way over to the reunion I read Silas Marner, my first ever George Eliot book. Yay George! Longish sentences and a style of narrative I’m not really used to, in that years would pass in paragraphs – closer to a verbal storytelling style than I’d been expecting. It’s very hard for people to use such a style now, or at all, without sounding laboured and clumsy since you can’t really sync up events and present plot points in a sort of pleasing harmony very well when you do. Except when you’re George Eliot, I suppose, who in setting the fairly simple story of the weaver and his daughter against the tail end of Napoleonic war and the buds of the Industrial Revolution, pulls off a coup, a masterstroke, an oh-my-god that’s cool juxtaposition of the personal and the political.
Or maybe that’s just me, I don’t know. Read it anyways, it’s good.