But this, too, is something I must accept as part of the dissertation.

And so I do.

But I grumble, too. I occasionally grit my teeth as well. And once, in a particularly weak moment, I beat my breast and shouted lamentations to the heavens. Then again, I may have read that somewhere.

As far as what I have been reading, today I read Rachel McCoppin's "Existential Endurance: Resolution from Accepting the 'Other' in J. M. Coetzee's Disgrace," from the special Stirrings Still issue devoted entirely to Coetzee. In it, McCoppin bypasses the critical tendency to turn towards Emmanuel Levinas's conception of the other, back to the Sartrean understanding of the concept and towards Nietzsche for an understanding of the formation of David Lurie's personal ethical system in the novel. What McCoppin does most effectively is reveal just how much the poststructuralists are indebted to the existentialists they are so often said to have superseded, especially in terms of the concept of the Other. Much of her reasoning does, however, proceed along the same general lines as many other readings of the novel: Lurie's encounters with the Other -- be they with his daughter (one of McCoppin's more inspired interpretations), the three assailants, or non-human animals -- force him to recognize the ultimate value of the Other, the necessity of relinquishing the drive to dominate that which he cannot control, and the small blessings brought about by the assumption of a humility hitherto absent from his existence. In a similar -- though explicitly Levinasian -- vein, Michael Marais concludes that the humbling "responsibility [for the Other] is an effect of [Lurie]'s loss of control over that which [he] thought [he] could control" (18). Unlike McCoppin's essay, which emphasizes Lurie's conscious decision to become a better person, Marais's text -- "Impossible Possibilities: Ethics and Choice in J. M. Coetzee's The Lives of Animals and Disgrace" -- suggests that "[a]lthough he becomes a better person in the course of the novel, he does not do so of his own volition" (10). Indeed, in learning to love despite himself, Lurie joins the ranks of the doctor in Life & Times of Michael K, Elizabeth Curren in Age of Iron, and Dostoevsky in The Master of Petersburg by loving the unloveable and/or unknowable: K., John, and Sergei Nechaev, respectively.

For tomorrow: Read another essay.

Marais, Michael. "Impossible Possibilities: Ethics and Choice in J. M. Coetzee's The Lives of Animals and Disgrace." The English Academy Review 18.1 (2001): 1-20.

McCoppin, Rachel. "Existential Endurance: Resolution from Accepting the 'Other' in J. M. Coetzee's Disgrace." Stirrings Still: The International Journal of Existential Literature 3.1 (2006): 71-81.

For tomorrow: Dissertate.

So, it was a light-heavy day today and I'm not complaining.

For tomorrow: Dissertate (which, after some reflection, I have decided does indeed sound better than "tate the disser," in case you were wondering).

On the other hand, I have been fairly productive. I actually wrote about four pages on Monday and I read about a fifth of Life & Times of Michael K. today in addition to writing another page or so. I mean, each "off" day, since it feels like a Sunday, tends to carry with it a certain sense of immediacy, as if I'd slacked off all day Friday and all day Saturday and simple haveta get work done.

I guess it has helped in that sense.

So, yeah. I got quite a bit done today, which was nice. I spent the majority of the day alternating between reading and dozing off before finally settling in to write a bit on The Master of Petersburg in the early evening. My logic was this: normally, I find it difficult to read anything after I expend energy on writing, but I can usually read before writing without much difficulty. That and the fact that I really didn't feel like writing.

The funny thing, though, is that I really, really got into Life & Times of Michael K. I got so into it, in fact, that I simply had to read more after I wrote for a few hours. Though I found the book a bit difficult to get into, I now classify it as an exemplary novel, the sort of book I would direct someone to if he or she wanted to know how to write a good book.

So it was a good day.

For tomorrow: Read another article.