I had to study a corpus of 30 texts for the bac as well a couple months ago. I certainly understand how you feel... (I am glad to be done with high-school)
I don't blame the teachers because it is true that most literary masterpieces are hard to tackle the "right way" especially when there is a standard final examination that students have to be prepared for.
I was lucky enough to have a very passionate teacher during my senior year of high-school who introduced me to some really exciting readings, and had enough charisma to capture the imagination of a room full of troubled teenagers. That is one of my fondest memory so far.
As far as I can remember, I always liked L'Albatros. Although I have to admit that the original version resonates a lot more with myself.
The slower pace of the last few sentences are like a kiss of death, a condemnation at the end of a trial: unquestionable and absolute.
You can almost feel the tears tearing Baudelaire apart. It's glorious in its very own morbidity. I just love it :)
> I had to study a corpus of 30 texts for the bac as well a couple months ago. I certainly understand how you feel... (I am glad to be done with high-school)
Bravo! I'm curious though: 15 years ago the french part was done a year earlier than the rest. Is it common to do everything together nowadays, or was your curriculum a bit different?
I don't blame the teachers because it is true that most literary masterpieces are hard to tackle the "right way" especially when there is a standard final examination that students have to be prepared for.
I was lucky enough to have a very passionate teacher during my senior year of high-school who introduced me to some really exciting readings, and had enough charisma to capture the imagination of a room full of troubled teenagers. That is one of my fondest memory so far.
As far as I can remember, I always liked L'Albatros. Although I have to admit that the original version resonates a lot more with myself.
The slower pace of the last few sentences are like a kiss of death, a condemnation at the end of a trial: unquestionable and absolute.
You can almost feel the tears tearing Baudelaire apart. It's glorious in its very own morbidity. I just love it :)