The Jig is Up

A few years ago, I had my Creative Writing students read "Letter to a Young Lady in Paris" by Julio Cortazar.  It's a surrealist short story, and as such the main plot is a little odd (the protagonist suffers from an affliction wherein he vomits up baby bunnies when stressed.)

Of course, if you ask your students to read something, you can bet they won't -- if they think they can get away with it.  My rule is to always, always quiz them.  This time, one of the questions asked what the occupation of the speaker was.  The answer: a translator, as he referred several times to being "behind in his translations" and being hounded by his editor.  Because other parts of the plot were, um, a little distracting, I made the question extra credit.  One student's answer was as follows:

"I think he is a sort of freelance architect.  He works on his own time.  He doesn't ever show up for work, but he tries to write up reports of some kind."

Rob, honey, I'm onto you.  Sorry.  Time to get a real job.