Friday, February 26, 2010
A Good Man is Hard to Find
Since this week we had conferences, there are fewer stories to choose from. I did like “A Good Man is Hard to Find” though. The title makes the story seem as if it is going in a different direction than what the story does take. A family is on a trip and end up getting killed, to make the story short. The grandmother is trying to get a closer connection with her family, but she is failing. They did not care about the mountains or her past stories about the way things used to be. So once she does find something that excites her grandchildren, she wants to make it happen. Sadly, the connection that she is making does not occur in the state she thinks. So she gets her family into trouble when she made a mistake but refused to tell her family about the mistake because she does not want to lose the connection that she gained. Once she realizes that her family is in trouble she tries to save them by telling the Misfit to find the good in him and let him know that she knows he is not a bad guy; he should find the good and go with that because Jesus loves him and can save him. Now as much as I could continue into this analysis, I think I might write a paper on it so I should stop here so that I can expand there.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Orientation
This week in English we read several short stories, but the one that I enjoyed the most was “Orientation” by Daniel Orozco. It is a boss walking a new employee through the office and everything that you need to know about the office and how it operates. He tells him about all of the employees and a lot of gossip they are not suppose to talk about but share with others. It is like this higher up employee is walking the new comer through telling him everything, but then he is to forget all the information. Gossip is not allowed; they don’t care about personal lives, but they all know about each other’s personal problems. It almost seems like it is a disorientation. If this were a real orientation I would think that it was a joke.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
The Yellow Wallpaper
So I am writing this week’s blog after only one day of class, but I feel that I might not have time later in the week. On Monday we were read “The Yellow Wallpaper” by Charlotte Perkins Gilman. There are so many different things that can be seen in this story. We are unsure if the woman is going crazy due to her confinement or if she was crazy to start with and the room that she is stuck in is a mental institution. It can be seen both ways. The man who comes and watches over her could be her husband who is a doctor or it could just be her doctor and she lets her imagination run far enough to think that they are married. She thinks that there is a women stuck in the wallpaper so she makes it her duty to help the women escape. She thinks that she see the women during the day, she is outside sneaking around. However, I feel that it is just her reflection in the windows that she sees. When she spins around to try and see the women all at once it gives her the impression that the women is running around outside. It is almost near imposable to believe everything that the woman writes in her journal, as we learned in class. This short story just seems to have crazy women written all over it no matter how you see it. But if the doctor really is her husband and he does keep her isolated from everyone I would understand why she is going crazy. I don’t think that anyone can stay locked up and in isolation for that long without going mentally insane.
Friday, February 5, 2010
Pink Mustang
This week was kind of the same as last week; we finished reading over the assigned poems. One of the poems that were read this week was The Lady in the Pink Mustang, it is by Louise Erdrich. If you do not know that the women is a hooker than you get the impression that she is a free spirited women who was almost nomadic. She only carried what she needed and could use, anything that became unusable she would toss when she stopped. It was just her, her car, and the road that she drove on. I noticed that the author used the word “kiss” around three times, twice in the last stanza. I am not sure what that is about, but there has to be some significance behind it, but what?
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