Tomorrow morning I’m headed off on week’s vacation, during which time I’ll have only intermittent internet access. Please don’t expect new posts until I return on the 4th!
I have a significant reading list for the coming week: two books about Cleopatra (one by Stacy Schiff and one by Adrian Goldsworthy, the latter recommended to me by classics professor Eric Casey.) I also have a couple of books related to higher education; I’m planning to re-read Derek Bok’s Our Underperfoming Colleges (which a number of faculty are reading over break, too, in preparation for a faculty retreat we’re having right before the second semester begins) and to read for the first time Rebekah Nathan’s My Freshman Year. Those are all on my iPad; I’m also taking one “regular” book, a copy of The Hemingses of Monticello.
In a previous post I mentioned that I was trying to finish Dancing To The Precipice by Christmas day, which I did, just. And precisely in the fashion I had hoped to, steaming coffee, lapdogs and all. The depiction of the political gyrations of France in the late 18th and early 19th centuries from the point of view of one family is fascinating. And clearly Lucie de la Tour du Pin was a formidable character, bearing children in hiding, watching family members go the guillotine, and escapting to America (where she established a farm in upstate New York!) while just barely older than the typical Sweet Briar student.










