Last week’s Pitchfork Papers in which I vented my spleen at my daughter’s experience of reading English Literature at a well-known European University, elicited a good deal of feedback, most of which was generally supportive and a handful, additionally, deeply knowledgeable about the intellectual underpinnings of what I, in a sweeping generalisation, lu…
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