Orlando Furioso XII: Villa Fantasia

Ariosto’s magical villa, already introduced obliquely in Canto XI, finally plays its role in Canto XII.  This is the one time that the poem really feels Welsh or Celtic or some other weird Insular Tribe.  I’m thinking Torrynt of Portingale or maybe Gawain or something (nevermind that it happens in Libya!).

I am not overly fond of the villa scenes–too much goofy frustration drawn out over too many cantos, I think–but it’s got a hugely important structural role.  The villa is another trap of the Sorcerer Atlantes, he of Stygian Steel Fortress fame, designed to entice Rogero and then hold him there indefinitely.  How is this structurally important? Continue reading Orlando Furioso XII: Villa Fantasia

That’s Not a Word

I’ve decided to stay away from blogging about the stupid and/or crazy stuff that my students do.  In some ways it’s the same reason I don’t blog about my children: it’s the equivalent of “cute baby” pictures in the newspaper (too easy), and I wouldn’t want either my students or my children ever to see me making fun of them (no matter how benignly).

Which is too bad, since that rules out most of the funny stuff in my life for blogging.  Teaching here is like living in the Mos Eisley Cantina sometimes: where the freak show never ends.

But the blog is called Teaching Boys Badly, and there is an anonymous and generic amusement I feel I can share in good conscience.  My students routinely expose me to some of the most insane spelling errors imaginable. Continue reading That’s Not a Word