With a name like ‘Poetics,’ I figured this was a book of Aristotle’s poetry. Enthusiastic, I set out to read the forty-odd pages in a single sitting. After valiantly re-reading the first page at least four times, I realized that that was not going to happen.
As it turns out, ‘Poetics’ is an essay about poetry. It didn’t take forever to read because it was boring— in fact, some parts were quite interesting, especially to a reader who has any interest in linguistics— but the essay is so detailed that it’s hard to follow. This is a rare example of something I’d rather read in a classroom setting. I’m sure there’s a lot to get out of it, but without a little guidance, I floundered.