![]() ![]() The family moved to Iowa City, IA, in 1950 when Harold began Medical School at the University of Iowa. In 1945 she married Harold Schedl, a Yale graduate, who was then working on his PhD. During the 1944-45 school year she taught Art at Salem College, in Winston Salem, North Carolina. In her memoir she writes that she wanted to take courses in Yale College but that was forbidden, while in the Fine Arts classes she and other women were made to sit at the back of the lecture hall. She enrolled in the Yale University School of Fine Arts and received her BFA in 1943 and her MFA in 1944. So, she went looking for other schools and discovered that there was a School of Fine Arts that was connected to Yale and was co-educational. She also wanted to be an artist, but found out that Radcliffe only offered a degree in art history. When she arrived, she discovered that Radcliffe was a women’s school and she didn’t want to go to a college segregated by sex. She came to the USA in 1941 to attend Radcliffe. Naomi matriculated with honors from the Good Hope School in Cape Town. Solomon Ezekiel Kark and Rebecca Rossenstein and had two older siblings, Robert and Bernard. She was born on Januin Cape Town, South Africa. ![]() Naomi Kark Schedl passed away on May 10, 2023. ![]()
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![]() ![]() I’ve had my eye on Penny Reid’s books for quite some time now, but I kept not reading them! There was never a big reason why, there were just always other books to read instead. The last thing she expects is for Quinn to make her an offer she can't refuse. To her utter mortification, Quinn Sullivan-aka Sir McHotpants-witnesses it all then keeps turning up like a pair of shoes you lust after but can't afford. There are three things you need to know about Janie Morris:ġ) She is incapable of engaging in a conversation without volunteering TMTI (Too Much Trivial Information), especially when she is unnerved,Ģ) No one unnerves her more than Quinn Sullivan, andĪfter losing her boyfriend, apartment, and job in the same day, Janie Morris can't help wondering what new torment fate has in store. Published by Cipher-Naught on July 1, 2019 ![]() ![]() ![]() Because one true thing about the UM is that he needs us to know how smart he is (that's part of what ultimately salvages the book from the brink of failure) so he makes sure we know right from the start that he is capable of saying savagely perceptive things in a surgically precise way. Which is a big problem for the first half of this book, the "essay". He's Ambrose Bierce without the relish, and the only thing that can rescue a narrative from that much self-loathing is a healthy dose of clinical honesty. He is a straw man and I gave you the words you used to despise him, to boot, ass." "You despise me, vividly and at length?" he cries? "Well, I gave you that me that you despise. Not leading us down the garden path to cause us to come to the same conclusions about human worthlessness and venality that he has leading us down the garden path to make us think that's what he's doing, when really he just wants to dick us around. The underground man is doing all these things, and there's a bushel of straight nihilism in his Notes to boot, but mostly what he's doing is fucking us around. But Nabokov also thought Dostoevsky was boring and derivative, so who cares what he thinks?). Show More together and going "LLLOOOOVVVVVEEEEEE SSSSAAAAAMMMMMMSSSSSSSAAAAAAAA" like Gregor Samsa (and, as I've read Nabokov used his lepidopterist skills to establish, never realizing that he had turned into a bug that had wings under its shell and could just buzz off into the sky and let his bug flag fly. ![]() |