Babies weren’t babies—they were land mines; bear traps; wasp nests
A very talented friend of mine recommended I read Kelly Link's "Stone Animals" and I was not disappointed. It's a brainy, weird story:
"When Carleton was three months old, Henry had realized that they’d misunderstood something. Babies weren’t babies—they were land mines; bear traps; wasp nests. They were a noise, which was sometimes even not a noise, but merely a listening for a noise; they were a damp, chalky smell; they were the heaving, jerky, sticky manifestation of not-sleep". - More of "Stone Animals" here.
I also read this essay on Wittgenstein's short time as an elementary school teacher. His biography interests me (I'm trying to incorporate it into a story I'm writing about a professor here in SoCal who hates palm trees), but I had no idea how interesting his ideas on education would be.
"But Wittgenstein was “interested in everything,” and he engaged his students in a sort of “project-based learning” that wouldn’t be out of place in the best elementary classrooms today. They designed steam engines and buildings together, and built models of them; dissected animals; examined things with a microscope Wittgenstein brought from Vienna; read literature; learned constellations lying under the night sky; and took trips to Vienna, where they stayed at a school run by his sister Hermine. Just to get to the train required a twelve-mile hike through the mountainous forest around Trattenbach; on the return trip, the students made this hike after midnight" --Spencer Robins