Lit/Pub #IV - The Wake Up Issue - Spring2024
The magazine of Professor Andrea di Robilant literary class at The American University of Rome. "Last year’s issue of Lit/Pub was about the slow return to a post-Covid world. This year, the initial theme was dreams – time to get on with it and think about the future. But the more we discussed what to put in the issue, the more it became apparent that a lingering wariness was still in the air, even a certain complacency. Hence the exhortatory title – The Wake Up Issue – which Isabella Klepikoff has deftly captured in the design of this year’s cover: a wolf resting by a Roman fountain. He looks to be resting, but his lively green eyes tell us he is stirring back to action."
The magazine of Professor Andrea di Robilant literary class at The American University of Rome.
"Last year’s issue of Lit/Pub was about the slow return to a post-Covid world. This year, the initial theme was dreams – time to get on with it and think about the future. But the more we discussed what to put in the issue, the more it became apparent that a lingering wariness was still in the air, even a certain complacency. Hence the exhortatory title – The Wake Up Issue – which Isabella Klepikoff has deftly captured in the design of this year’s cover: a wolf resting by a Roman fountain. He looks to be resting, but his lively green eyes tell us he is stirring back to action."
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Sidetracks<br />
and Michael, who are 17 and 15.<br />
On my latest lunch stop, Jesse was making sandwiches when he saw me come in.<br />
“Hey brother, got any plans for the weekend?” he asked.<br />
“Yes sir, my mom is coming to Europe and we are meeting up in Paris!” I answered.<br />
“That sounds like fun! I hope you enjoy your time with her,” he said as more AUR students<br />
came through the door. It was lunch rush at Homebaked, where homesick American students feel at<br />
home “and where I,” Jesse once told me, “get to hang out with my people.”<br />
Miss France<br />
By Hope Kan<br />
I was walking with my roommate, lost between the Pantheon and Starbucks, when a pink<br />
mannequin looked down at me from the window of a store. It wore a turquoise tutu. <strong>The</strong> name of the<br />
store was spelled out in curly red, blue, and white candy-striped letters: “Miss France”.<br />
“This looks like a great place to stop,” I tried to say, but my feet moved faster than my mouth<br />
as I gestured to my roommate to follow me. <strong>The</strong>re were piles of clothing in the window display and<br />
past the mannequin I could see walls of denim, linen, and cloth. But it was a small glass box of multicolored<br />
beads and charms that called me. I rushed to it until my nose was pressed against the window<br />
glass.<br />
It took me a while to notice the woman standing by the entrance. She was petite and had gray<br />
hair with silvery bangs clasped to the side with a plastic pink hair clip. She wore a mauve dress with<br />
embroidered cats over rainbow tights. She had a wool coat on, and a thin black ribbon was tied around<br />
her neck. She was mumbling to herself while she rummaged inside a beaded purple coin bag. My<br />
roommate grabbed my arm to pull me away but it was too late, and I stepped towards the woman.<br />
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