Grim literature in the high schools?

<p>I loved “Portrait,” which was probably why when I got to Finnegan I felt like I needed an ice pick and blow torch to get inside the damn thing. As far as genius’ go, I sometimes wished Becket and Joyce had been able to spend a little bit more time outside playing as children. I read the Brother’s Karamazov the same way my kids ate broccoli. I knew it would be good one day when I was older, but I didn’t love it at all at 17.</p>