A Quiet Journey through Literary Depths
Litsketches where authors, characters, and classics get a modern literary makeover. Satirical, insightful takes on poetry, novels, and literary legends. Where authors, poems, and literary classics get the ABS treatment—sharp, bold, and never boring. Dive into scrolls on Shakespeare, Plath, Dickens, Austen, and more, with wit as your bookmark.
Reflections on the Inner Light That Guides Us Through a Complicated World “When the world gives no map, follow the compass within.” Export to Sheets The Moral Compass: Guiding Principles of Life Life, as we know it, rarely comes with a manual. There’s no single rulebook, no flashing signboards to tell us when we are […]
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Prosody: The Music of Poetry — from classical meters and rhyme schemes to the liberated rhythms of modern verse. From The Professor’s Desk An Invitation into the Sound, Structure, and Subtle Science of Prosody When Language Learns to Dance “Poetry is language at its most distilled and most powerful,” said Rita Dove. But behind that
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Stream Of Consciousness: The Literary Technique That Let Readers Eavesdrop on Thoughts They Never Asked For ABS Believes: Punctuation is optional. Logic is fluid. And narrative is just a nervous breakdown with literary footnotes. Welcome to the glorious chaos where commas go to die, and writers stop editing their brains. Imagine reading someone’s actual thoughts—unedited,
A Literary Trick So Smooth, Even Ghosts Got Good Reviews There once was a man who believed you could have philosophical conversations with albatrosses, write poems about ancient mariners, and still be taken seriously by 19th-century readers in top hats. His name? Samuel Taylor Coleridge. And he had a problem. Not with laudanum (well, also
Celebration of Prizes, Prestige, and the Publishing World’s Favourite Popularity Contest ABS Believes: A trophy doesn’t make a book timeless—but it does make it a bestseller for two weeks.Prizes are where literature meets marketing, and genius is filtered through judging panels with jetlag.But still—we cheer, we argue, we Google the winner (and promise to read
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Hopkins, Nursery Rhymes, and the Great Metrical Rebellion ABS Believes: Poetic rhythm shouldn’t behave like a parade. It should behave like a toddler on sugar: unpredictable, adorable, and terrifyingly free. The Meter That Misbehaved There are two types of rhythm in this world: The kind that walks into a room, straightens its tie, and recites
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Who wrote, who won, who refused — and why the biggest literary award is also the most controversial applause in silence. Once upon a ticking time bomb, there lived a man named Alfred Nobel — a chemist, engineer, weapons manufacturer, and accidental godfather of literary prestige. He invented dynamite, made millions off explosives, and then
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From Godot’s Delays to Rhinoceros Rampages—Why Drama Finally Snapped ABS The Literary Scholar Believes: That when history becomes incoherent and coffee loses meaning, theatre must step in—not to explain, but to mirror the madness back with impeccable comic timing. Welcome to the Play Where Nothing Happens—and That’s the Point Let’s begin with a confession: this
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By ABS, The Literary Scholar(Who firmly believes that in Middlemarch, no one minds their business, and that’s precisely the point) If you’ve ever thought your town was too nosy, too dramatic, or too obsessed with marriage and mortgages, rest assured: George Eliot did it first and better in Middlemarch. Published in eight volumes between 1871–72
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By ABS, The Literary Scholar(Who believes that if life is absurd, you may as well squint at the sun and be late to your own trial) Some novels begin with a bang. Others begin with a body. The Stranger begins with a sentence that feels like both and neither: “Mother died today. Or maybe yesterday,
Litsketch 21. The Stranger: Existential Ennui, Murder, and Meursault’s Emotional Day Off Read More »