When I first conceived the idea of a character arrested for chronocide, or the act of killing time, I was relatively new to my writing journey. I had the idea that a good idea sufficed, and the rest was a combination of craft and brutal workshopping. I didn’t realize that writing fiction was more akin to discovering one’s own Dorian Gray portrait in the attic of one’s brain. Not that I suppose everyone’s journey is like that, given the varying depths of popular and literary fiction. But my journey began with a Miranda who was too much like Alice…
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Literature professors are a determined lot. Our goal is to deepen our students’ engagement with the text at hand. We desperately want them to dive for the pearls deep below the surface and come up triumphant, gasping for air and eager to go deeper next time. I am aware that literature professors weren’t a thing in Jesus’ time. Jewish students who sat under their rabbis studied the Old Testament (though not as Christians today understand it.) They became rabbis and scribes, teaching what they learned to the next generation. And then came Jesus. He understood all the old texts and…