Today's entry wasn't supposed to be until a later date, but it became appropriate today as it was reported that Chinua Achebe died yesterday. He wrote one of my favorite books from college, Things Fall Apart.
I had to read it in two different classes. The first was a world history class, and the second was an African history class.I remember the professor in the second class yelling at all of us. No one had caught some little reference to something that happened twice in the book, once at the beginning and once near the end. He spend at least twenty minutes berate us for being undergrads and only reading the book once instead of several times before class.
In spite of that, I learned to like the book quite a bit. I brought a copy to school with me this year to pull out some excerpts to use when I taught imperialism, but I didn't finish getting that ready for this year. Next year.