Tuesday, November 19, 2013


Posted by SusannaMMMerrill

For two years, I was in a graduate program in Russian literature. I read a lot of books and tried to think of things to say and write about them that would please my professors and classmates.
Meanwhile, my cat Chainsaw ATE the books, which was inconvenient, but she seems to be having a lot more fun than I was.
I left the grad program, and Chainsaw doesn't eat many books anymore since being switched to a raw meat diet (was there something in the book glue she wanted?). I needed a new way to interact with works of literary fiction, so I decide to pick up where Chainsaw left off.