AuthorJohn Sanders

Lakitu and Leaning In: What a Video Game Can Teach Us about Introduction

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A still from a video game. Pink floral stationary is superimposed over the face of a princess wearing pink, with long yellow hair and a crown. The text on the stationery reads: "Dear Mario: Please come to the castle. I’ve baked a cake for you. Yours truly-- Princess Toadstool Peach"

I am deciding to end this series on interesting introductions with video games for a couple of reasons, the most pressing of which is that I wanted an excuse to write about Super Mario 64. Released for the Nintendo 64 in 1996, Super Mario 64 is not the first game I played, nor is it my favorite. But when I look back on some of my favorite opening moments in video games — openings that are...

Captivating “Us”: What a Film Can Teach Us About Introductions

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A still from Us: a little girl stands in front of a mirror in a very dark room; only her collar and pigtail ties glow slightly

I first decided to watch Jordan Peele’s Us on a relatively bright morning … on my phone … while I was on an airplane. This is far from the best context to get a good impression of anything, much less a densely loaded horror film like Us. The fact that these opening moments stuck with me despite all of this makes it worth examining for this series on interesting introductions. Here’s a link to the...

Of Feet and Hobbit-Holes: Lessons Learned from a Literary Intro

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The back of a younger Bilbo staring out from his hobbit-hole into the great beyond, packed and ready to travel.

Literature is full of great beginnings. There are plenty to choose from — Austen’s “truth universally acknowledged,” Dickens’s contradicting description of the best (and worst) of times, Orwell’s clocks’ striking thirteen, etc. — each with their own merits. But I want to start this series on effective introductions with a line that I will always hold dear — the opening paragraph to J.R.R...

Begin (Again): The Art of Openings

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A photoshopped photo of a desert road leading into a blue sky; the word "START" is superimposed upon the road at the foreground

How do you feel about epigraphs? My partner once said she hated them, at least in the context of academic writing. Why not just get straight to what you want to say? Many readers find them pretty easy to skip over (as I’m sure at least a couple of you did when approaching this blog post) and if used incorrectly they can easily become unnecessary filler, pretentious excess, or both...

Sharing Space: “Proteus” and the Personal

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It seems like academia (or any professional forum, for that matter) encourages us to keep our feelings out of things. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve crossed out passages of student essays this month for being “off topic” or “too praisy,” for bringing in “irrelevant” value judgments on the film they’re writing about. And that’s fine: we’re trying to teach them the conventions of textual...

Appreciating Space: “Minecraft” and Empowerment

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For the last two summers, I’ve worked as an instructor for the University of Alaska Anchorage’s Kid College program, which is basically a mix between a summer camp and course series about technology for kids aged 9-14. Most of the classes I taught were about game design, and the most popular courses by far were the ones about Minecraft. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the game, it might...

Exploring Space: A Walk Among the Gravestones

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I suppose it speaks to my interest in the virtual that I wrote a whole post about spatiality last week without moving an inch. On the surface, that doesn’t seem quite in line with the so-called “spatial turn” I mentioned in my last post: the trend in humanities scholarship towards the importance of place and space to ideas and power. Then again, many of the concepts we associate with the spatial...

Imagining Space: America the Virtual

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I went on a run today—something I mean to do more often than I actually do, it seems—and my feet took me down a familiar route to Oakwood Cemetery. On my way down the looping paths, I saw a crumpled piece of red and white fabric on the side of the trail. It was a tiny, tattered American flag, the type mourners like to put by the gravestones of loved ones who have served. I stopped and picked it...

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