Elizabeth Schurman is neither Parisian, nor, currently, of the plains. Sure, she was raised among the rolling hills of the very eastern edge of Kansas,and spent a goodly fifteen years an urban adventurer in Kansas City, Missouri, but she currently lives in Crown Heights, Brooklyn. Is she going to change the name of the blog YET AGAIN? She who has so much trouble titling things? Time will tell.
Schurman emerged from a small house on a busy street in an preternaturally safe suburb. She was raised on a diet of Simon and Garfunkel, Robert Louis Stevenson, and George Orwell. Early experiments in truth included: roly-poly observation, playground gymnastics, Arctic role playing, simulated subterranean microeconomics, and the formation of secret and not-so-secret societies of all kinds.
In Kansas City, along with a favorite co-conspirator, she held art openings and parties under the auspices of the Myers Mansion Arts Society, Krewe de Bastille, and Societe Anonyme (the radio interview; the print interview)
Schurman writes Serious essays and fiction, to the extent that things become Serious, and less Serious blog posts. In between, she aspires to become more like the Dog Whisperer and Sofia Coppola in her teaching of English and writing.
She is the author of two books seeking adoption by a publisher: a novel, and a memoir about teaching. She is working on a new novel, just to stay out of trouble.