Idée Fixe: Obsession Stories

IDÉE FIXE

An idea or desire that dominates the mind; an obsession


For this series, Department of English faculty and staff are invited to share their obsessions — from tap dancing to fungi to ice cream to opera to vermin. What follows is a collection of lusciously-written odes: invitations down the rabbit hole. 


2020

 

Photograph of Elizabeth Weiser

JANUARY 14 | Elizabeth Weiser on Close-to-the Ground Travel

The Indian poet Rabindranath Tagore, whose Gitanjali I read obsessively in Kolkata, wrote that “the traveler has to knock at every alien door to come to his own.” Traveling alone can be terrifying to contemplate from our living room, where we feel safe and in control, because we must throw ourselves on the mercy of the world.


2019

 

Photograph of Marcus Jackson

JANUARY 8 | Marcus Jackson on Cooking and Eating

My cooking and food obsession began in elementary school, the late 1980s, my mom sacrificing an extra 90 cents of the grocery budget so I could get Totino’s frozen pizza instead of the inferior Kroger version. 

 

 

Portrait of Hannibal Hamlin

FEBRUARY 25 | Hannibal Hamlin on Music

I remember hearing Sergei Rachmaninoff’s Vespers sung by the Czech Philharmonic Choir in the immense Orthodox Cathedral of the Transfiguration near Markham Ontario. The church was the pet project of a Uranium mining millionaire who also raised cattle. It looms over 200 feet into the sky in the middle of nowhere. 
 

 

Portrait of Merrill Kaplan

MARCH 25 | Merrill Kaplan on Icelandic

The sounds of Icelandic are also delightful. They are the sounds of cats: purring, meowing, trilling. The r is emphatically trilled, like in Spanish. The intervocalic g is softer than German ch and not so garglingly far back in the throat, more like the hiss of a cat that wasn’t so annoyed after all. 

 

 

Photograph of Elizabeth Hewitt

APRIL 29 | Elizabeth Hewitt on Stalking the Wild Amanita

As is so often the case, the Amanita Muscaria was the most gorgeous and alluring of objects as well as the most dangerous. It is also not especially rare and so I would occasionally discover it on my walks, and I would perambulate in ever widening concentric circles around the mushroom considering where its poison might have spread.

 

Photograph of Jacob Risinger

SEPTEMBER 23 | Jacob Risinger on Ice Cream

My vast enthusiasm for ice cream played at least a small part in my decision to go to college in Vermont, a state where the cow-to-human ratio is about 1 to 3. 

 

 

 

Photograph of James Phelan

OCTOBER 14 | James Phelan on Basketball

When I came to Ohio State, I realized that my senior male colleagues expected me to lead the Department team—Ezra's Pounders!—to the intramural title. Fortunately, that was an expectation I could meet. 

 

 

Photograph of Jared Gardner

NOVEMBER 15 | Jared Gardner on Tattoos

With my fear of the tattoo gun no longer an obstacle, I realized that a tattoo might be just the thing to make me feel better about inhabiting a body that was increasingly a source of pain and frustration.

 

 

 

Photograph of Matthew Cariello

DECEMBER 30 | Matthew Cariello on The Catcher in the Rye

At that point, the book exploded on the page in my mind. Every sentence began to burn with a preternatural awareness of the human condition. Allie’s death was everyone’s death, and Holden’s life was everyone’s life. His obsession with the ducks isn’t really about the ducks (which, by the way, don’t go anywhere in the winter), but about loss.

 


 

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2018

NOVEMBER 26 | Mike Bierschenk on Vermin    

SEPTEMBER 19 | Lauren Squires on Tap Dancing  

MARCH 5 | Dorothy Noyes on Opera