Our readings in class this week all shared the theme of
familial relationships. We read Jimmy
Santiago Baca’s “Green Chile,” Jhumpa Lahiri’s “Interpreter of Maladies,” and
Seamus Heaney’s “Digging.” All three of
these works focused on the relationships between family members. In “Green Chile” we read about the narrator’s
relationship with his grandmother and how they use green chile to uphold cultural
and familial traditions, in “Interpreter of Maladies” we read about how secrets
can tear a family apart, and in “Digging” we read about how a person can still
be a part of family traditions and values even if they choose a different way
of life. The families in each of these
stories are all very different. In “Green
Chile,” the narrator cares deeply for his family’s traditions and even
sacrifices his own preference for red chile to be a part of his grandmother’s
love of green chile. The narrator of “Digging”
still follows his family’s tradition of digging, but chooses to dig with a pen
instead of a shovel. The Das family from
“Interpreter of Maladies” completely leaves behind their Indian heritage and traditions
in order to talk, act, and dress like typical American tourists. In their own way, the families in each of
these works have to decide for themselves if and how they will participate in
the traditions of their parents and grandparents.
Sunday, February 22, 2015
Sunday, February 15, 2015
War Stories
Our theme this week was stories about war. We read Alfred, Lord Tennyson’s “The Charge
of the Light Brigade,” Wilfred Owen’s “Disabled” and “Dulce et Decorum Est,”
Marjane Satrapi’s “The Shabbat,” and Tim O’Brien’s “How to Tell a True War
Story.” All of these stories were
closely related to the theme of this week’s readings. I thought it was very interesting how reading
Tim O’Brien’s “How to Tell a True War Story” changed my perspective on the
other stories we had read earlier in the week.
“How to Tell a True War Story” talks about the realities of war. It says that true war stories do not have a
moral or lesson to learn. True war
stories have no real ending. According
to this idea of a true war story, I believe that all of the stories that we
read in class this week would fit the description of a true war story. These stories seemed to show the reader only
a small piece of an event or a person’s life. Even after
one finishes reading the story, it is easy to imagine that event or existence continuing
on for many years to come. These stories
also had no lesson for the reader to learn.
They simply showed the harsh realities of war and its aftermath.
Sunday, February 8, 2015
"My Last Duchess"
During this week, we read Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Cask of
Amontillado” and “The Raven,” Robert Browning’s “My Last Duchess,” and
Charlotte Perkins Gilman’s “The Yellow Wallpaper.” These stories and poems are all excellent
examples of relationships that are plagued by insanity. My favorite of these works, however, was
probably Robert Browning’s poem “My Last Duchess.” I really enjoyed how Browning gave the reader
little clues throughout the poem that eventually led to a shocking realization
at the poem’s end. This is seen as the
narrator says that his last Duchess was “… painted on the wall, looking as if
she were alive” and that he “… gave commands; then all smiles stopped together.” Browning also uses these details to help the
reader to understand the narrator’s character.
The narrator is a very controlling man.
He says that his wife “smiled, no doubt, whene’er I passed her; but who
passed without much the same smile?” and that as his wife rode “round the
terrace-all and each would draw from her alike the approving speech, or blush,
at least.” In the end, he killed his
wife because she did not follow his commands.
He saw her as a possession and referred to her in the poem as a piece of
art or some inconsequential object.
Sunday, February 1, 2015
"Daddy"
Sylvia Plath’s “Daddy” was a very interesting poem to
read. Initially, I was confused by this
poem and was unsure of what it meant. After
my first reading, I was also very unsure of what the narrator’s feelings toward
his/her father were. The narrator seemed
to alternate between hating his/her father and fondly remembering him. After multiple readings and listening to the
author read the poem out loud, however, I was finally able to gain a better
grasp on what the real meaning behind this poem is.
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