The Invention of Marzipan

For the past two years I've been studying towards a Master of Arts by Research (Thesis only) within the Department of English with Cultural Studies at the University of Melbourne. My thesis is a 30,000 word novella concerning the invention of Marzipan in a fictitious village (L-) in Germany in the 1400s. I've just been informed that my thesis has been accepted, which is great news. The (also partly fictitious) introduction to the thesis has been published online in Anti/thesis, a fully-refereed journal of contemporary theory, criticism and culture, and Australia's longest-running interdisciplinary postgraduate journal. Read The Invention of Marzipan.

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Anonymous said…
My friend, Artur Kapaufs was born in Lubeck. He now patrols the street of Tribesco afterdark, seeking out and ticketting illegally parked cars. The whole of my life is in parentheses!

Bill Posters
11/18/2004 06:12:00 am
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