Category Archives: Writing

The Plight of the English Major

Graduating with a degree in English is kind of like not graduating at all. You still read a lot, you still have no money, and you’re still stuck working minimum wage jobs you hate while pursuing a passion that costs you money rather than making you money.  English majors may argue, “But I have finely honed writing skills! Reading comprehension! I laugh at the jokes in Shakespeare plays!” While all of this is fine and good, the “real world” has little space for an over-read recent graduate with a pension for poetry, love for literature, and aptitude for alliteration. Finding lucrative work has always been difficult, and the job options for English graduates pretty limited.

According to payscale.com the ten most popular careers for English majors are: high school teacher, administrative assistant, technical writer, paralegal/legal assistant, marketing coordinator, customer service representative, editor, elementary school teacher, copy editor, and managing editor. Most people will look at that list and focus on the glamorous editing jobs, ignoring the much more realistic (yet depressing) positions as a customer service rep or administrative assistant. The national median pay for these careers range from $35,000 (customer service rep and administrative assistant) to $70,000 (technical writer) with the fun editing careers coming in at around $45,000-$50,000.

All of that information is irrelevant, however, in an economy that has been in a recession since (arguably) 2008. In these “trying times” recent graduates would be lucky to get that first job as a customer service rep. When faced with moving back in with mom and dad and defaulting on thousands of dollars in student loans, answering phones in a cubicle begins to look really appealing.

A recent study released on May 8, 2011 by the John J. Heldrich Center for Workforce Development, Rutgers, The State University of New Jersey, polled 571 2006-2010 graduates from four-year colleges and universities about their current employment status. The results were less than encouraging. Of these students, just over half of them are working in full-time jobs, and half of those lucky kids are working in jobs that do not require a B.A. or B.S. degree. That means an unfathomable amount of college grads are still working as baristas, Gap sweater folders, and waiters. 48% said that if they could go back to college, they would have been more careful about their choice of major. Somehow I doubt it was the business or pre-med students that said this.

While the media has been bombarding us with unemployment statistics that waver from “Yippy! The economy is getting better!” to “Oh wait, now it’s getting worse!” those numbers are just barely grazing the surface of how bad the situation really is. To be considered “employed” by the Bureau of Labor Statistics, an individual needs only to have done “…any work at all for pay or profit during the survey week. This includes all part-time and temporary work, as well as regular full-time, year-round employment.” This means that all of those college graduates working part-time at your local Red Robin are considered employed, with little regard to the quality of the work they are doing…

For the entire article, see the most recent issue of Line Zero

Who to Trust on What to Read

Book swapping

How we group “good” and “bad” writing can be really tricky. Each reader brings to a work their own set of values, beliefs, experiences, and tastes. A hardcore Dickinson fan is probably going to look at a new piece of writing differently than a hardcore Philip K. Dick fan.

So how do literary magazines (and even book publishers) make the call? As a reader for Pif Magazine I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. We have a total of five editors going over submissions, and not all of us always agree on what should (and shouldn’t) be published. At the end of the day, however, I feel that what we choose to publish on the site is really strong writing.

What interests me, though, is the recent summer issue of The Paris Review (full review upcoming). I’ve only read a few of the stories and poems so far, but as I’ve been reading I’ve been thinking about them in a new way: If this was submitted to Pif, would I have accepted it?

What bothers me is that the answer has been mostly no. Now, this could be a number of things. What bothers me the most is the possibility that because I wouldn’t have accepted the piece and The Paris Review obviously did, it means I have a faulty sense of strong writing and storytelling. If that is the case, I should probably choose a different field. Another possibility is that The Paris Review’s standards are faltering, or they have been publishing for some unknown political reasons rather than merit. Yet another possibility is that writing is just too damn subjective. One person loves it, another doesn’t, and neither is wrong.

But in a world with so much content being produced and made available, who do we trust to point us in the right reading direction? Everyone must trust a source to tell them what to read and what to avoid, as most people don’t have the time or energy to wade through all of the available content themselves.

I’ve had a love/hate relationship with The Paris Review, and often find myself unimpressed by the writing they publish. On the other hand, I’m almost always impressed by the selection chosen by Tin House, so it may be to my personal benefit to rely on Tin House as my go-to source for new fiction. I think a fun (albeit spendy) experiment would be to try out as many literary journals as possible and find the one that best suits your own individual tastes and then stick with it. I’ve been attempting this for a few years now, though most smaller journals have failed to catch my interest (to be fair, they only get one shot).

As someone as immersed in reading (and reviewing) as myself, it can be hard to be confident in my own opinions. I try to give fair and informative reviews, highlighting the positive but not letting the negative slip by unchecked, either. I hope I can be a good source for you, my readers, when choosing what to read next.

 

Reader’s Block

While I took the week off from reading, I am still very much a reader and spent my time trying to start a new book. I tried Muriel Barbery’s The Elegance of the Hedgehog, Jean-Paul Sartre’s Nausea, Thomas Pynchon’s Crying of Lot 49. I barely got through the first few pages of any of them.

People are always talking about “writer’s block,” but rarely do I hear about “reader’s block,” which is what I think I have been experiencing lately. It could be the books I’ve attempted to read are just not my  cup of tea, but I think it’s more likely that I have been too distracted. I can’t seem to focus on the books, my mind racing ahead to other topics, other concerns.

I also have a rule that if the book isn’t grabbing me I’m not going to force myself to read it. There are simply far too many books in this world to waste time on ones I don’t like. I may give Crying of Lot 49 another try someday down the road, but I won’t return to Nausea and it’s highly likely I won’t ever get through The Elegance of the Hedgehog. That said, I did finish my latest issue of Poets & Writers last week, and found I could focus on the short articles. I think my brain just isn’t in novel mode right now, I’ll try to read my new issue of Tin House instead.

So what should a reader do when the block settles in? I tried taking a break from reading. I went out with friends, watched some movies, went bowling. But that didn’t stop my desire to read, even if my brain felt too tired to be bothered. I think it’s important to replace reading (if you must) with some other creative pursuit. Today I shall spend my non-reading time enjoying the sun, but also on art and maybe even my own writing. Sometimes blocks, while “blocking” one entrance, can actually be used to chuck through a window.

 

 

The Books We Leave Behind When We Die

Recently, my boyfriend has taken up the money-making hobby of book selling. He goes to garage sales and  buys books for cheap and then resells them online to companies such as Amazon, Powell’s, and Moola4books.com. Sometimes if I have the morning off I’ll go with him to these sales to see if there is anything I want.

Sometimes we go to estate sales, which typically are open houses held by the adult children of a deceased older person. Among their dusty books and boxes of Depends we often find some good deals (not for the Depends, just books). But it made us both horribly aware of our own mortality: what will become of our own books when we die?

The other day my boyfriend answered an ad on Craigslist for ten boxes of free books. When he arrived at the address, he saw  that it was a building for mostly older people. The landlord let him into the  basement where boxes and boxes of books were sitting in the dust. After he hauled the load home, we went through the boxes.

Inside were mostly books on history, Billy the Kid, and some classical sheet music. Among the books, however, were lost photographs, letters, and even a diary. One letter we found among the books was particularly interesting. Across the front the words “Haliegh, do not open until morning of Gramma’s last flight”

Inside the envelope was a note from said Gramma, thanking the person for dropping her ashes and offering some last-minute life advice. The envelope had been sealed shut when we got it.

These items inspired many conversations about who these people may have been, what happened to them, why was this letter unread? My boyfriend felt angry at first. “Who can’t be bothered to open a letter from your dead grandma?” he said, appalled. I suggested that maybe she wrote the letter and then died, never putting it into the right hands.

Either way, these lost items of our loved ones speak volumes to who they were when alive, and how we treat our elders. Maybe these people who died didn’t have any children, but it’s hard to understand how family members can just give away loads of things, or sell them, without even sorting through them for personal mementos.

After we sorted through the books, selling off some to websites and others to the local used bookstore, we are left with four medium-sized boxes of books that aren’t worth anything (at least not now). We’ll put them into our own apartment’s storage space until we can think of something to do with them.

Line Zero Spring Issue Available for Pre-Order!

Line Zero, the arts journal I am currently the journalistic content editor of, is coming out with a spring issue! It is currently available for pre-order with a 20% discount when you use the coupon code MayFlowers. Check it out here.

I’m really proud of this issue, it has some fantastic articles by some of the best emerging writers out there. It also has some amazing art and creative writing. Want a sneak peak? Here’s a look at what is featured in this issue.

Issue will ship May 15th.