Good Literature Is Not Self Help: A Critique of ‘The Alchemist’

Near my apartment there is a cemetery sandwiched between the river and a main road. If you walk long enough hugging the path near the river you will see a gravestone partially obscured by flowers. If you push aside the leaves, you find a black and white picture of a young couple smiling warmly at the camera. Below, it states that the man was killed … Continue reading Good Literature Is Not Self Help: A Critique of ‘The Alchemist’