You know, when I said that a Marxist interpretation of Dancer in the Dark would write itself, I was pretty much right. The thing is, a well-written Marxist interpretation of Dancer in the Dark takes much, much longer to produce, as I am learning now. This is the first paper I have due -- Wednesday by 1700 -- and it's also the longest, clocking in at a minimum of eighteen pages. (The paper also includes a brief history and synopsis of Marxist literary criticism that takes up a few pages, which I've already gotten out of the way.)
Thankfully I think I can finish this paper up tonight, leaving me with Thursday's paper to do. That'll be the short one -- minimum of ten pages -- and I'm actually doing it on one of Poppy Z. Brite's short stories from Are You Loathsome Tonight?, so that hopefully won't take too long. I'll also have a take-home final for the same class, but that's just a two-hour thing that I can half-ass my way through and still get an A on.
The paper that's due Friday has to be at least fifteen pages, but only now am I starting to realize how much research the paper really requires, and I don't know if I can manage to get it done on time. Thursday night may turn into an all-nighter so I can get that paper done by Friday afternoon, in which case you can forget about me hitting Westland this week. I'm hoping that's not the case, though, and provided I can get in a couple of more good days here, I think I might get the paper e-mailed out Thursday night.
Well, that was entirely too long of a break. Back to the salt mines here ...