<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075752995153220572</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:44:58.509-07:00</updated><category term='Briony'/><title type='text'>AP Eng Lit</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamdapenglit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075752995153220572/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamdapenglit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Adam D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578454929744046437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075752995153220572.post-7965719867800080344</id><published>2008-04-08T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T20:38:11.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Struggling to Find Answers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    Lily Briscoe, while staying with the Ramseys, is attempting to complete her painting that captures the essence of Mrs. Ramsey and her son James.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But the journey to do this involves struggling with trying to answer the “simple question…What is the meaning of life?” (161). Lily is convinced that Mrs. Ramsey holds “in her heart” the answer to this question and thus is infatuated with her. She is “in love” with the world that Mrs. Ramsey has built around her through her relationships with her husband, her children and her friends. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She recognizes that Mrs. Ramsey possesses a special quality, a quality that “people must have for the world to go on” (50).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As she tries to capture the essence of Mrs. Ramsey, Lily asks herself, “Was it wisdom?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Was it knowledge?” (50) that made Mrs. Ramsey so special.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lily struggles with her painting for she cannot initially find the connection and understanding that she seeks with Mrs. Ramsey.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She knows that “knowledge and wisdom are stored up in Mrs. Ramsey’s heart” (51), but she does not know how to attain this knowledge.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Lily tries to capture this knowledge from Mrs. Ramsey by physically embracing her and hoping that this knowledge would permeate from Mrs. Ramsey’s body into hers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She leans her head against Mrs. Ramsey’s knees; she wraps her arms around her knees; she places her head in her lap, all in an attempt to draw out this knowledge from her physical closeness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But Lily despairs that this knowledge does not come easily and compares it to treasures that are “sealed” and are locked away in “secret chambers” (51).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are “intricate passages of the brain” (51) that must be navigated to find the answers that Lily is certain Mrs. Ramsey holds. Again stressing that these answers are not obvious or easy to find, Woolf writes they are “not inscriptions on tablets, nothing that could be written in any language known to men” (51).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lily’s quest to answer the meaning of life will not be handed to her, but will require a struggle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Woolf introduces a second metaphor of a beehive to continue the inaccessibility of Mrs. Ramsey’s “knowledge.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The beehive, like the “secret chambers in a tomb of kings,” attracts bees, which represent humans, but is essentially “sealed off” and impenetrable.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The “dome shaped hive” that represents Mrs. Ramsey’s is “haunted” swarms of bees that are attracted to its “sweetness.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The swarming bees signify that many people are seeking the answer to the meaning of life, but what is heard around the bee hive are “murmurings and stirrings.” Nothing is clear or explicit, but elusive and intangible.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lily hopes that by deceiphering these “murmurings,” she could make sense of the world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075752995153220572-7965719867800080344?l=adamdapenglit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamdapenglit.blogspot.com/feeds/7965719867800080344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6075752995153220572&amp;postID=7965719867800080344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075752995153220572/posts/default/7965719867800080344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075752995153220572/posts/default/7965719867800080344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamdapenglit.blogspot.com/2008/04/struggling-to-find-answers.html' title='Struggling to Find Answers'/><author><name>Adam D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578454929744046437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075752995153220572.post-2068930680619403022</id><published>2007-12-12T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T19:32:04.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    In &lt;u&gt;One Hundred Years of Solitude&lt;/u&gt;, multiple generations of Jose Arcadio Buendia and Ursula Iguaran are depicted. Although the men are revealed to be strong willed, single minded and passionate extremists, they are not necessary strong in character and eventually lose the reason for their passion.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Instead harboring strong male role models, the clan of Jose Arcadio Buendia proves to be matriarchal with Ursula the one who controls and keeps the family on a somewhat straight course for well over one hundred years.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jose Arcadia Buendia is on a mission to explore and explain the mysteries of the world, locking himself up for endless amounts of time in his laboratory and losing touch with the world around him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is Ursula who keeps the house running and takes care of the children.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But moreover, it is Ursula who makes better judgments and more reasonable decisions and adamantly sticks by them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When Jose Arcadia Buendia wants to move from Mocondo, Ursula flatly refuses and firmly tells him, “If I have to die for the rest of you to stay here, I will die” (13).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When no one can understand why Aureliano wants to marry the young Remedios, it is only Ursula who recognizes the young girl’s virtues.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As Jose Arcadio Buendia succumbs to dementia and is left tied to the old chestnut tree,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ursula maintains control of the family, yet also shows a compassionate side as she lies to&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jose Arcadio Buendia about their son Jose Arcadio so he does not know he is “bringing shame to the house” (106).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;More importantly than just running the house and being the commander- in –chief with good judgment calls, Ursula dictates the moral code of the family and is not afraid to enforce that code.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When Arcadio takes over control of the town when Colonel Aureliano Buendia leaves for war and starts to act like a dictator, Ursula is not afraid to step in and speak her mind.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She publicly yells at Arcadio that he is bringing “shame on the family” for using public funds to build his house. She calls him a “murderer” when he has Caterino shot for disrespect.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When Colonel Aureliano plans to kill Gerinaldo Marquez, Urusla knowing it is wrong, fearlessly threatens him, “I swear to you before God I will drag you out from wherever you are hiding and kill you with my own two hands.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She also recognizes that her son Colonel Aureliano, although obsessed with war and fighting for the liberal cause, has lost his reason for the fight, his spirit, and has only ended up with a “coldness in his insides” (155).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ursula understands that Colonel Aureliano has lost his moral compass and his inner soul and has literally becoming a stranger.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She has a clear perception of the spiritual collapse of her sons as they grow old, especially Colonel Aureliano and has premonitions of his eventual spiritual solitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075752995153220572-2068930680619403022?l=adamdapenglit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamdapenglit.blogspot.com/feeds/2068930680619403022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6075752995153220572&amp;postID=2068930680619403022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075752995153220572/posts/default/2068930680619403022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075752995153220572/posts/default/2068930680619403022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamdapenglit.blogspot.com/2007/12/power-of-women.html' title='The Power of Women'/><author><name>Adam D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578454929744046437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075752995153220572.post-6538286150846656763</id><published>2007-12-03T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T20:48:22.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the first two chapters of &lt;u&gt;One Hundred Years of Solitude&lt;/u&gt;, the concern with human loneliness and solitude is introduced, most notably in the story of&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jose Arcadio Buendia’s killing of Prudencio Agular.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Repeatedly, Jose Arcadio Buendia and his wife Ursula are haunted by the ghost of Prudencio Agular.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Instead of being scared by the ghost, they are more concerned that he is wandering in the town and identify that the problem is that he is “so very lonely.” &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The feeling of solitude is reintroduced multiple times throughout the novel and as a problem in all the generations. It becomes a reoccurring theme that man cannot or is always trying to escape solitude. Even Jose Arcadio’s first sexual experience with Pilar Terera is infused with “fearful solitude.” Aureliano, aware of Jose Arcadio’s secret sexual encounters with Pilar tries to live though his brother’s experiences, but the two end up “taking refuge in solitude,” instead of comfort in sharing their secret.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;The first two chapters also create the mystical, super-natural, and fantasy-like quality to the novel. The gypsies, the hot jungle-like environment with singing birds, and the mysteries of the sulfuric smelling laboratory all reinforce this dreamlike state.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is no attempt at realism and this only highlights Jose Arcadia Buendia’s comment to Ursula that “incredible things are happening in the world.” &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;One does not question or be concerned about the strangeness of the events.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is totally consistent in a fairy tale like way that Ursula disappears for five months in search of her son and then returns as if nothing had happened and having discovered the route that had eluded her husband for years.  As we remember our lives is it no more than a collection of mysterious and not always understandable dream-like epsiodes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075752995153220572-6538286150846656763?l=adamdapenglit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamdapenglit.blogspot.com/feeds/6538286150846656763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6075752995153220572&amp;postID=6538286150846656763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075752995153220572/posts/default/6538286150846656763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075752995153220572/posts/default/6538286150846656763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamdapenglit.blogspot.com/2007/12/in-first-two-chapters-of-one-hundred.html' title=''/><author><name>Adam D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578454929744046437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075752995153220572.post-5487880758614153249</id><published>2007-11-26T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T19:36:00.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NYT and García Márquez</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Two things I read in the &lt;i style=""&gt;New York Times&lt;/i&gt; this past week interestingly enough relate to Gabriel Garcia Marquez.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;First, Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s last novel, &lt;u&gt;Memories of My Melancholy Whores&lt;/u&gt; was recently banned in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Iran&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; by the Minister of Culture and Islamic Guidance after its first printing and a second printing was not being allowed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My guess is the subject matter, a 90 years old man, who celebrates his birthday by arranging a night with an adolescent virgin, offended the “moral code” of the Iranian leaders.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I also read a review of the movie adaptation of Gabriel Marquez’s “Love in the Time of Cholera,” (review, Nov. 16, 2007) which basically panned the movie saying that the “crucial missing ingredient, for which no amount of lush scenery can substitute, is the voice of Mr. Garcia Marquez’s omniscient narrator.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Having read some of &lt;u&gt;One Hundred Years of Solitutde&lt;/u&gt;, I can already appreciate the omniscient narrator who jumps back and forth in time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For example, Garcia Marquez constantly refers to Aureliano’s eventual execution.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If &lt;u&gt;Love in the Time of Cholera&lt;/u&gt; is anything like &lt;u&gt;One Hundred Years of Solitude&lt;/u&gt;, it would be interesting to see how Garcia Marquez’s fantasy-like story and language could be captured in a movie. How could one project on the movie screen Garcia Marquez’s description of the gypsy girl’s room which “from being used so much, kneaded with sweat and sighs, the air in the room had begun to turn to mud?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075752995153220572-5487880758614153249?l=adamdapenglit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamdapenglit.blogspot.com/feeds/5487880758614153249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6075752995153220572&amp;postID=5487880758614153249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075752995153220572/posts/default/5487880758614153249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075752995153220572/posts/default/5487880758614153249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamdapenglit.blogspot.com/2007/11/nyt-and-garca-mrquez.html' title='NYT and García Márquez'/><author><name>Adam D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578454929744046437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075752995153220572.post-1519892664777091386</id><published>2007-11-25T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T19:15:30.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything That Rises Must Converge</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;O’Connor’s “Everything That Rises Must Converge” would fit nicely into my essay on “What is in a Name.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In particular, Julian’s mother reminds me of Mrs. Compson in &lt;u&gt;The Sound and the Fury&lt;/u&gt;. Similar to Mrs. Compson, Julian’s mother constantly reminds her son that they come from a “good” Southern family, who used to own plantations and lots of slaves. Specifically, because of her family’s past wealth and social status, she feels superior, especially to blacks, and self-important.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She tells Julian that the people at the Y “are not our kind of people.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Despite Julian’s mother’s economic fall and loss of the family estate, she still finds her identity with her family’s past greatness. Julian, trying desperately to “teach his mother a lesson” and put her in her place, meanly tells her “You haven’t the foggiest idea where you stand now or who you are.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is ironic that although Julian detests his mother’s constant reminder of her past and rejects her belief that she is a “gracious” and “good” human being because of her heritage, he secretly believes that he is the one who only really appreciated the home he grew up in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Julian’s nasty and selfish qualities also remind me of Jason Compson. They both feel put upon by their mothers and treat them disrespectfully and with contempt.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Julian is intent on humiliating his mother and proving to her that she is racist.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He wants to see her squirm in her seat and thus tries to strike up a conversation with the black man sitting next to him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ironically, the black man will have nothing to do with him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Julian only wants to put his mother in uncomfortable positions and even fantasizes that he brings home a black fiancée.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although believing that he is fair and ‘sees things as they really are,” he actually has no idea of his true inner self.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He believes he is “liberal,” but feels superior because he thinks he is objective. In reality, he is the least objective. He believes himself to be smart and this also translates into his feelings of superiority, but he is unable to make it as a writer and sells typewriters.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He thinks his mother is racist, but he considers himself to be above so many others because of his intelligence.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He does not recognize what his mother really means to him until she is dying of a stroke on the street partially because of his own nastiness to her. It is not until this catastrophic event that Julian is forced to face his “guilt and sorrow.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once again it is ironic that he is determined to teach his mother a lesson, but it is himself who ultimately learns the lesson.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;O’Connor’s technique of ? parallelism makes the reader at first think the situation is comical, but then realism and its sobering moral lesson set in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When the black woman boards the bus and is wearing the same hat that Julian’s mother bought especially so she would not “meet” herself, there is a hint of comedy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But then once realizes that O’Connor is pointing out that although Julian’s mother is trying to maintain her superior identity by wearing her unique hat, she really is no different that the black woman to whom she feels so superior.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On a bigger scale, O’Connor is showing how the two classes are “converging.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also the parallelism of the two mother /sons is comical when O’Connor states how it is as if they switched sons.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, the strained and unhappy mother son relationship is evident in both on different levels. The black mother is almost abusive to the child, yelling at him, pulling him, and treating him meanly. Julian abuses his mother verbally also.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Both relationships present tension between sibling and parent. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075752995153220572-1519892664777091386?l=adamdapenglit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamdapenglit.blogspot.com/feeds/1519892664777091386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6075752995153220572&amp;postID=1519892664777091386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075752995153220572/posts/default/1519892664777091386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075752995153220572/posts/default/1519892664777091386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamdapenglit.blogspot.com/2007/11/everything-that-rises-must-converge.html' title='Everything That Rises Must Converge'/><author><name>Adam D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578454929744046437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075752995153220572.post-8412583047588518709</id><published>2007-10-30T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T18:12:06.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is really guilty?</title><content type='html'>Briony spends her entire life trying to atone for accusing Robbie of a crime he didn't commit and for ruining Robbie's and Ceceila's chance for love and happiness. She certainly feels guilty, but is she really responsible for this crime of was her crime unintentional and not premeditated? Briony was a victim of her own imagination. As a precocious child immersed in literature and fairy tales, she constructed her world according to the fiction she read.  Order was achieved through a set of black and white rules and life had to fit that framework.  In Briony's world, there was the princess stolen away by the evil "maniac," and the prince who saves the princess from an evil fate (after he saves her from drowning).  Thus, when Briony inadvertently sees Ceceila and Robbie at the fountain, she can only interpret the scenario in one way as she forces the scenario to fit into her view of the world which she has created through the stories she has read.  She knows no better and should not be expected to know better.  But when events do not unfold as she expected (ie.  Ceceila being rescued from the fountain, followed by a proposal), and when she reads Robbie's sexually explicit note, she can only now cast Robbie into the role of the evil "maniac," a role she feels was always his and that she had just missed the signs.  So even though Briony thought that " for now it could no longer be fairy tale castles and princesses, but that her writing had now matured to a new level - that she had "privileged access across the years to adult behavior," she is still a child and still forcing what she sees in the world according to the princesses and bad guys. Her actions are also motivated by her own desire to write.  Briony is so convinced that Robbie is the evil maniac, she feels she must protect her sister.  However, she is  a victim of her  background of fiction and thus it was so "easy to get everything wrong." It is easy to convince herself that Lola's attacker was Robbie  and as a child, it was hard once the investigations intensified to extricate herself from her accusations.  Once she was able to realize what she had done, her guilt is so overwhelming that she pends the rest of her life trying to atone for her crime by the only way she really knows how - by writing the story of what happened, specifically writing the story "from three points of view...to show separate minds, as alive as her own," to suffer by understanding exactly what Robbie and Ceceila felt and went through because of her.  Writing has caused Briony to lie, and writing is the only way she knows how to atone for her sin. But even her writing must be falsified to make her achieve her goal.&lt;br /&gt;    (As an aside, I think it is interesting that McEwan has chosen to contrive his own writing of the story to help reinforce Briony's views of Robbie as a monster. When Robbie emerges from the woods with the twins, he appears as if he were a gigantic monster because he has one of the twins on his shoulders.  This depiction again reinforces for Briony  that Robbie must me the evil one who committed the crime and MCEwan by describing Robbie that way  forces him into that role.)&lt;br /&gt;    But who should really be guilty in this novel?  Commenting on the social evils of the time, McEwan, through Emily Tallis and both Lola and Marshall, reveals the ills of class superiority in England.  Emily Tallis is perfectly content to see Robbie accused of the crime and is blinded by her own prejudices of her superiority over the gardener's son.  She has always resented that her husband paid for Robbie's education and snobbishly comments that it was a fancy of her husband.  In the last section, McEwan paints Lola as a  Cruella DeVille  "the guant figure, the black coat, the lurid lips."  Although Lola and Marshall are huge philanthropists, Briony comments that perhaps he has given away so much money "spending a life time trying to make amends."  But the other option that Briony suggests is most like the truth - "or perhaps he just swept onward without a thought, to live the life that was always his."  The Marshalls are definitely guilty of the crime, but because of their place in society, they will be protected. &lt;br /&gt;Although Ceceila is cast as a victim, she too in reality, cannot escape her own notions of class and  is convinced that the gardener Danny was guilty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075752995153220572-8412583047588518709?l=adamdapenglit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamdapenglit.blogspot.com/feeds/8412583047588518709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6075752995153220572&amp;postID=8412583047588518709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075752995153220572/posts/default/8412583047588518709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075752995153220572/posts/default/8412583047588518709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamdapenglit.blogspot.com/2007/10/who-is-really-guilty.html' title='Who is really guilty?'/><author><name>Adam D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578454929744046437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075752995153220572.post-6498481792371799956</id><published>2007-10-17T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T21:20:21.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meta-Analysis Response S&amp;F</title><content type='html'>Coming to Know Your Process as a Writer: Meta-Analysis&lt;br /&gt; After many years of composing five paragraph thesis driven essays from a straightforward 45 min CAPT essay in 6th grade to last year’s research paper, I was taught a formulaic process to write an effective essay. The importance of a thesis sentence, supporting paragraphs with “blended” quotations, and a conclusion that effectively summed up the thesis was drummed into my head. Thus, when assigned to write an exploratory essay, the inverse of a thesis essay, on a novel as complicated as The Sound and the Fury, I struggled with my first draft to escape my habitual writing style and instead attempted to write as if I were thinking through possible answers to a question I was posing about the novel. &lt;br /&gt; As I now look over my first draft and the comments attached to it, I realize that my first draft was a victim of how I usually compose an essay.  Despite how much I tried, I could not escape the thesis based approach.  I recognized this even when I handed in the essay for I wrote as criticism, “Are there too many examples and is this too thesis based?”  In this second draft, I have tried to follow your advice, “TAKE SOME CHANCES.”  As you suggested, I flipped around my ending using Juliet’s rhetorical question “What’s in a name?” as my introduction.  Instead of ending the first question with an answer, I ended it with the question I was going to explore.  Similarly, at the end of the second paragraph, I removed the last line that yes, “reeked of a thesis based essay.” (Just couldn’t contain myself from including it the first time around!) and tried to take some more chances in the third paragraph by concluding with a new question, “If one is tied to his or her name, then is it synonymous with identity formation?”&lt;br /&gt; What about content?  Yes, too many examples and as you commented, “sounds too much like a list.” My standard approach to writing is to have lots of examples to support my thesis.  I had just recently been discussing how some tribes in Africa name their children and I “stuck” this paragraph about names to proclaim one’s achievements in my first draft trying to make it work.  Rereading, I realized this was off topic and yes, “random” (but interesting). Similarly, I felt the Kennedy paragraph on rewriting the second draft unnecessary, so I eliminated that one too and tried to return to The Sound and the Furry and include a paragraph about the name Quentin and the burden that the younger Quentin assumed by being named after her uncle who committed suicide.  Trying to again take a chance, I allowed myself to let this lead into the question whether one can form one’s own identity and escape one’s name.  &lt;br /&gt; My goals are to be less formulated in my thinking and my writing so I can develop content in a more sophisticated manner.  Again this goes back to taking chances with my writing, not always an easy task when you have relied on formulas in the past that has been successful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075752995153220572-6498481792371799956?l=adamdapenglit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamdapenglit.blogspot.com/feeds/6498481792371799956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6075752995153220572&amp;postID=6498481792371799956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075752995153220572/posts/default/6498481792371799956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075752995153220572/posts/default/6498481792371799956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamdapenglit.blogspot.com/2007/10/meta-analysis-response-s.html' title='Meta-Analysis Response S&amp;F'/><author><name>Adam D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578454929744046437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075752995153220572.post-8319895819448084174</id><published>2007-10-09T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T18:36:04.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Briony'/><title type='text'>What we know about Briony now</title><content type='html'>Briony clearly is most comfortable in a world that is "neat, limited and controlled" and totally understandable, which is why she is happiest with the written word that she can as if by "telepathy" transfer exactly what she means to her reader.  It is the world of a child since it follows definite rules and for her there is a logical sequence, i.e. a drowning scene followed by a marriage proposal. When things do not follow this order, she does not understand and considers these events to be part of the adult world, which is clearly a different world than the world of a child. Briony longs to understand and be part of that adult world, but still a child and clearly not mature enough to be an adult, she just jumps to conclusions, without really questioning or taking the time to find the truth.  The world is black and white for her and she assumes certain things right away (ie. that Robbie had somehow threatened Cecelia and had some power over her), which is why she does not have the ability to tell the truth later on. As she watches the scene between Robbie and Cecelia at the fountain, she believes that she is getting a glimpse of the adult world. &lt;br /&gt;     Briony watching the fountain scene is comparable to Briony's view of what happen when watching a play, as opposed to reading a novel, in which things can go wrong because of misunderstandings between what the playwright intended and what the audience observes. Briony totally misinterprets the scene she is watching, but does not realize it. As Briony watches Robbie and Cecelia, just as what can happen in a play, "the symbols were unravelled."  As a result, she tumbles (as she states, "by chance") into the adult world and sets in motion what is no longer a life of "fairy tale castles and princesses," but one in which she "gets everything wrong" and as a result has total destructive power over Robbie's and Cecelia's lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075752995153220572-8319895819448084174?l=adamdapenglit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamdapenglit.blogspot.com/feeds/8319895819448084174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6075752995153220572&amp;postID=8319895819448084174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075752995153220572/posts/default/8319895819448084174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075752995153220572/posts/default/8319895819448084174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamdapenglit.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-we-know-about-briony-now.html' title='What we know about Briony now'/><author><name>Adam D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578454929744046437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075752995153220572.post-6243222698097439964</id><published>2007-09-11T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T18:59:21.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quentin's Time</title><content type='html'>Thoughts before reading "Time and Timepieces":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quentin views time as a force that is actively working against him, thus causing tension.  He cannot escape time since he constantly hears the ticking even when he rips off the hands of his watch.  He tries to hide from time.  When he passes a jeweler's window, he "looks away in time" (83).  He is obsessed that time is able to control the meaning and importance of events in his life. His father has constantly told him that time will eventually make him forget anything bad in his life.  He recalls that "Father said That's sad too people cannot do anything that dreadful they cannot do anything very dreadful at all they cannot even remember tomorrow what seemed dreadful today" (80). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quentin wants to be able to show that time cannot control him by altering his perception of events in the past.  Thus, he is pleased when he discovers evidence that time is "contradictory."  When he goes into the watch shop and finds that the watches are all set to different times, he seems relieved to find that they are "contradicting one another" (85). Thus, time is not as powerful as it presents itself to be if it is contradictory. He does not want to forget about Caddy's loss of virginity since being upset by it establishes his sense of honor, thus he wants to stop time. He feels if he commits suicide, he can almost outwit time since now time cannot erase or ameliorate his feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Both Benjy's and Quentin's thoughts all are connected back to Caddy and her loss of virginity. Benjy associates Caddy's promiscuous behavior with time stolen personally from him and given to someone else, ie. a lover.  Quentin associates Caddy's loss of virginity with a loss of family honor and a loss of morals. Sequential time has no meaning for Benjy, and thus there is no distinction between events in the present or past.  For Quentin, events in the past and present are also connected to Caddy (ie. the little girl he befriends probably reminds him of his desire as a child to care for and protect Caddy.) However, the progression of time is critical to Quentin because it threatens to alter his honor code by lessening his horror that Caddy was promiscuous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The main thing we "learn" about from Quentin is that is father has no honor code or sense of values.  He  feels that life is a series of absurd events.  Quentin is affected by his father's views.  He constantly says, "Father says..."  Quentin wants to believe in some sense of order and sense of right and wrong, but his father has always taught him that a sense of honor is meaningless and that life is absurd and one of "folly and despair."  Throughout the section, Quentin repeats his father's motto, "Reducto absurdum of all human experience" (90). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading "Time and Timepieces":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the main points is that Quentin wants nothing to do with clocks and timepieces since they measure time and this specifically "involves" him in the events of the world and forces him into these events and thus face them.  Specifically, "It is precisely such involvements, brought on, for example, by the coming marriage of his sister, that Quentin wishes to escape."  This thesis opposes my previous thoughts that by escaping time, he will not allow time to take away the pain he feels about Caddy's loss of virginity. Instead, by breaking his watch, he is allowed to escape his involvement in the world.  In fact, committing suicide stops time and thus in reality makes him ultimately forget everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075752995153220572-6243222698097439964?l=adamdapenglit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamdapenglit.blogspot.com/feeds/6243222698097439964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6075752995153220572&amp;postID=6243222698097439964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075752995153220572/posts/default/6243222698097439964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075752995153220572/posts/default/6243222698097439964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamdapenglit.blogspot.com/2007/09/quentins-time.html' title='Quentin&apos;s Time'/><author><name>Adam D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578454929744046437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075752995153220572.post-2126124131343232265</id><published>2007-09-04T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T20:18:18.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Response</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;As I looked through this assignment, I tried using each response as a piece of a puzzle that I would use to put together to form a universal statement about families and their role in society. Though, after many minutes of staring at the sheet and unable to draw noteworthy connections, I realized that it is difficult / impossible to generalize about families, since most families can be so different. How is it possible to claim that all suburban fathers have a minute role in family framework and that “mothers are becoming more able to take on both roles?” While in fact, in modern society, family structures are so diverse. There are many families with fathers in the traditional patriarch role, who are in charge and who support the family financially. However, there are plenty of families who have the mother as the matriarch and bread winner, while the husband does the laundry and takes care of the kids. In some families, the father is the disciplinarian and in others it is the mother. There are families who are one cohesive unit with equal say for all family members, including the children. There are also children whose parents have separated and do not know the meaning of one family unit, but rather identify and interact with two different family units. Thus, because of all the possible differences in modern families, generalizations are hard to come by. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Even though modern family dynamics are so diverse, it is the dynamics within each individual family that shape and influence the children.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In most cases, the parents’ values are presented to the children as correct; however, eventually as the children get older, they will accept or reject these values.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was seen so evidently in &lt;u&gt;The Sound and the Fury&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;where Quentin rejects his father’s pessimistic views on family honor and ends up committing suicide when he can’t reconcile his views with his father’s.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Perhaps this is why psychoanalysis was so popular for a while. Delving into one’s earlier childhood experiences which evolve around family interactions was and still often is believed to provide the answer for an individual’s psychological issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Can one ever really escape one’s family and one’s upbringing?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6075752995153220572-2126124131343232265?l=adamdapenglit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamdapenglit.blogspot.com/feeds/2126124131343232265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6075752995153220572&amp;postID=2126124131343232265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075752995153220572/posts/default/2126124131343232265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6075752995153220572/posts/default/2126124131343232265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamdapenglit.blogspot.com/2007/09/family-response.html' title='Family Response'/><author><name>Adam D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578454929744046437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
