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Summary of Becky Cooper's We Keep the Dead Close

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  • FormatePub
  • ISBN8822543584
  • EAN9798822543584
  • Date de parution17/07/2022
  • Protection num.Digital Watermarking
  • Taille1 Mo
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Résumé

Please note: This is a companion version & not the original book. Sample Book Insights: #1 On January 7, 1969, the second day of reading period, five anthropology doctoral students were assembled in a lecture hall at the top of the Peabody Museum. If they failed, they risked getting moved off the PhD track into a terminal master's. #2 I live in a mansion called Apthorp House, which is part of Harvard's Adams House dorms.
It is haunted, and the ghost is General Burgoyne, a British officer who was held captive in the house during the Revolutionary War. #3 I have been haunted by a murder that took place a few steps away. It was told to me like a ghost story: a young woman, a Harvard graduate student of archaeology, was bludgeoned to death in her off-campus apartment in January 1969. Her body was covered with fur blankets and the killer threw red ochre on her body. #4 I had grown up in a family where ordering a drink with dinner was considered an unnecessary indulgence.
At Harvard, I could talk about philosophical pragmatism over breakfast and spend hours picking apart David Foster Wallace with my tutorial leader. I learned that I was supposed to choose courses based on the professors rather than the course content.