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Untangling “Tanged Up in Blue”

“Tangled Up in Blue” is not Bob Dylan’s most convoluted song; “Subterranean Homesick Blues,” with its references to eleven-dollar bills and hanging around in ink wells, probably wins that title. It is not even the most confusing ballad on Blood on the Tracks; Wendy Lesser is right on in her analysis of “Lily, Rosemary, and the Jack of Hearts”: “There are these huge gaps…what [Dylan] leaves out is more interesting in some ways than what he puts in.”

by Eleanor Barkhorn on April 13, 2005March 17, 2013

All-American Girl

At the beginning of the week, tickets were still available for comedienne Margaret Cho’s April 22 performance at Dillon Gym.

by Eleanor Barkhorn on April 21, 2004March 17, 2013

“Playing in the Dark” Senior Thesis Production

“Most plays have this rule imbedded in them,” said Khalil Sullivan two days before opening night of “Playing in the Dark,” which he wrote and directs for his senior thesis. “A play has an action, a desire that characters want, and obstacles in the way of completing that action.”

by Eleanor Barkhorn on April 21, 2004March 17, 2013

The Transatlantic Professor

“It’s hard to know what the Booker means in America. Americans aren’t eligible. Does that make them lose interest, or does it give the prize a mystique?” Alan Hollinghurst wondered aloud during an interview last week in his office at 185 Nassau.

by Eleanor Barkhorn on December 1, 2004March 17, 2013

Why I Am Here

My students keep asking me why I am here. It is a good question. I am an anomaly at Greenville-Weston High School. I am white in a school where most teachers, and nearly all students, are black. My race fascinated my tenth graders for the first few days of school. One student asked if I found the term “white” offensive, and if I would prefer that he refer to me as “Caucasian.” Several students asked to touch my hair.

by Eleanor Barkhorn on September 27, 2006March 17, 2013

For Love of the Game

Last November, Josh Blaine was traveling down the coast of California, with the vague intention of reaching Mexico, when he stopped in Santa Barbara. Outside the city’s art museum, he caught sight of a man sitting next to a bike … Read More

by Eleanor Barkhorn on March 2, 2005March 17, 2013

Nobel Nerds

Early one morning in mid-October, while most of his classmates were sleeping off hangovers or late night study sessions, Zack Woolfe sat in front of his computer, eagerly pressing his internet browser’s “Refresh” button. The Princeton University senior was up … Read More

by Eleanor Barkhorn on November 9, 2005March 17, 2013


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