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Mainly a collection of quotes and stuff I like, with occasional interludes of my bitterness 'n' straight-up mentally ill thots. No identifying details. You don't know me.
Jan 02
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“ Founded in 1970 as an experiment in education reform, Hampshire College champions an open road to a liberal arts degree: no grades, no majors, communal living and a multidisciplinary curriculum. “Don’t Follow Me, I’m Lost” chronicles Rushfield’s five years at the college in the late ’80s and early ’90s, a place where dormitories doubled as drug market­places, students took pride in never having completed a class and it was possible for an adviser to sign an academic contract stating, “Whatever Steve accomplishes this year will be exactly what we have agreed upon.” A Los Angeles kid lost among the East Coast hippie majority, Rushfield is adopted by a fringe group devoted to celibacy, indecision and anti-establishment antics in an institution that prides itself on being anti-­establishment. The group is openly despised by Hampshire’s administration and student body, for reasons initially unclear to Rushfield. The author’s finest and most subtle accomplishment — and the one most likely to be sacrificed if, as seems inevitable, this book gets made into a movie — is to capture the insular nature of small col­leges. Like so many schools, Hampshire is a laboratory of self-­mythologizing, where preserved and embellished campus legends filter down through the years, forging students’ identities with a place and group of people that will define their time at school, yet carry almost no currency outside its protective walls. Rushfield expertly and tragicomically exaggerates his characters’ inward fear and fragility; graduation, like death, will one day come knocking. “I’ve visited the world out there, and it’s a terrible place,” says a student who has loitered into his second decade at Hampshire. “Never graduate from college, believe me.
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NYTBR on DON’T FOLLOW ME, I’M LOST. http://www.nytimes.com/2010/01/03/books/review/Beyer-t.html

I wanted to read the book anyway (personal failing here: I want it to be known that I already knew about this book and was already dying to read it!), but wow, how freaking good does it sound?  Late ’80s, early ’90s: excellent time period, check. “Whatever Steve accomplishes this year will be exactly what we have agreed upon.” OMG! Check.  Insular nature of small colleges, self-mythologizing, no currency outside its protective walls?  Ahhh!  Maybe I’m so inclined to love this book because in my head it sounds like Prep/The Secret History?  Evs.  I’m into it.  I disagree about its inevitability as a movie though (without having read it, I am surely qualified to disagree with an offhand remark in a review, no?).  If this is made into a movie, it’ll be like Mysteries of Pittsburgh or something, one of those adaptations of a book that never should have been adapted and consequently, absolutely no one goes to see.