u principinu (ooh preen-chea-pea-nooh), Sicilian for “the little prince”…
Ana Ilievska is Humanities Teaching Fellow in the College and in the Department of Comparative Literature at the University of Chicago. She completed her Ph.D. in Comparative Literature at the University of Chicago, and holds M.A. and B.A. degrees in Romanistik and Comparative Literature from the Eberhard Karls Universität Tübingen. Her dissertation focused on human-machine interactions in some late nineteenth/early twentieth century novels from Southern Europe. She is a classically trained musician (theory, harmony, piano, flute), a Fulbright alumna (Sicily, 2018-2019), and a once-upon-a-time poet now in search of lost language.
I was born in a country that does not exist anymore, was raised in one that barely does, and have found a homeland in the concrete chessboard of Chicago, IL. Like Asimov, I love science fiction but am terrified of flying. Music, books, TV, and the generosity of many good and open-minded people that I’ve encountered wandering around the world without a dime to my name are the reason why I am able to write these words in relative existential calm. I’ve seen cattle being raised, slaughtered, and eaten, tobacco being dried and made into cigarettes; I’ve seen the inside of factories, psych wards, the Sterling Memorial Library at Yale, and a couple of vulcano craters. Life goals? Teach, write, listen to people and music, think, give, give back, create, connect, fight inequality at all cost, and just make sense of life.
The Blog’s Bio
#thinkaboutnoise has been brewing in my mind for a while. It is primarily a blog about the “voices” of monsters, puppets, cyborgs, robots, machines, devices, migrants, mudbloods, and other hybrid and questionable creatures; about the soundtrack of daily life and the books and bands that make existence bearable; about that which we are taught to ignore. It is also a blog about being American, a woman, an immigrant, a young scholar on the dire job market, a working-class kid, a pedestrian in Chicago. The Pinocchios that I am interested in and all the clanking noises they produce as they run down a stone-paved street in search of self-determination, those creatures I perceive as a kind of technology of destabilization. They are an intervention of reality that disrupts the idyllic flow of things and reminds us humans of the artificial character of civilization (thanks, Ortega y Gasset). But also of its incommensurable beauty. Those creatures and the worlds they inhabit reverberate through the pages of this blog.