Dear ENG2400 Students:
Greetings, and welcome to ENG2400: Film from Literature at City Tech. I am your professor, Sean Scanlan, and I look forward to working with you this semester.
As the Fall 2020 semester begins for us on Thursday, August 27, I wanted to let you know some important information about our online course.
Our class is synchronous. This which means that we have set meeting days and times, and I am obligated to take attendance. We meet Thursdays from 2:30 to 4:15 on Zoom. The schedule says we meet from 2:30 â 5:00, but that time was for in-class meetings before the pandemic. The administration has said that online synchronous classes need to meet for at least half of the stated three hours per week, and we are meeting for more than that. Know that I am available to help support your work in this course, through weekly office hours, which will not be in person, but will be through Zoom, phone, or email appointments (see details on our site).
OUR FIRST CLASS WILL MEET ON ZOOM AT 2:30 ON THURSDAY, AUGUST 27, 2020. PLEASE TRY TO BE PUNCTUAL. YOU DO NOT HAVE TO TURN YOUR VIDEO OR AUDIO ON (BUT IT WOULD BE NICE TO SEE YOUR FACES!). HERE ARE THE DETAILS:
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If you have trouble getting onto Zoom, please email me: sscanlan@citytech.cuny.edu. If things are really frustrating, you can text/call me: 718-308-7132 (please use my number sparingly).
HOMEWORK: These two tasks are due before class on Thursday, September 3:
1âPlease fill out the First Week Questionnaire that is on the right sidebar on this page. This form will help me to see where everybody is in terms of tech, access, and feelings.
2âRead Edgar Allen Poeâs âThe Tell Tale Heartâ which can be found in the âReadingsâ menu tabâŠit is at the bottom of this page. And in your notes (either a physical notebook or on your digital device) write down: Authorâs name, story title, date of publication, setting, narration style (first, second, or third person), basic plot (what happens in the beginning, middle, and end of the story), andâŠdid you like the story?âWhy or why not? We will discuss this story, and I will ask questions in order to get the conversation started. In class we will watch and discuss short film versions of these stories.
Best wishes,
Sean Scanlan
Getting started: One of the most important questions in our class will be: what is a story and what is a narrative? How can we define it? What does Wikipedia say?
A short story is an invented prose narrative shorter than a novel usually dealing with a few characters and aiming at unity of effect and often concentrating on the creation of mood rather than plot (Merriam-Webster online dictionary)
Letâs read this short story by Jose Luis Borges:
The Captive
by Jose Luis Borges, published 1960
The story is told in JunĂn or in TapalquĂ©n. A boy disappeared after an Indian attack. People said the Indians had kidnapped him. His parents searched for him in vain. Then, long years later, a soldier who came from the interior told them about an Indian with blue eyes who might well be their son. At length they found him (the chronicle has lost the circumstances and I will not invent what I do no know) and thought they recognized him. The man, buffeted by the wilderness and by barbaric life, no longer knew how to understand the words of his mother tongue, but indifferent and docile, he let himself be led home. There he stopped, perhaps because the others stopped. He looked at the door as if he did not know what it was for. Then suddenly he lowered his head, let out a shout, ran across the entrance way and the two long patios, and plunged into the kitchen. Without hesitating, he sank his arm into the blackened chimney and pulled out the little horn-handled knife he had hidden there as a boy. His eyes shone with joy and his parents wept because they had found their son.
Perhaps this recollection was followed by others, but the Indian could not live within walls, and one day he went in search of his wilderness. I wonder what he felt in that dizzying moment when past and present became one. I wonder whether the lost son was reborn and died in that instant of ecstasy; and whether he ever managed to recognize, if only as an infant or a dog does, his parents and his home.
Source: Borges, Jorge Luis. Collected Fictions. Translated by Andrew Hurley. Penguin, 1998, p 300.
