SUMMARY
This story was about a fourth grade boy who was raised by foster parents. He came to an obviously smaller town from New York City. The boy was not exactly "moneyed" and had the tough NY accent, and attitude, with the name to match. His teacher felt bad for him because he kept to himself, not mixing with anyone in class. The first scene where she sat on his desk was written to make it seem like she was almost flirting with the boy. She tried to be his friend, but in the process, she "put him on the spot". He was an imaginative boy when it came to telling stories. That point is something the teacher was somewhat bothered by. She claimed that she was hurt by Vinny's actions after she was told that he scrawled swear words on a school wall. Of course, after his lecture, two of the other boys were almost enamoured with him. At least until Miss Price caught up with them and was cheerful towards Vinny.
COMMENT
I really liked this story. More than most of the other ones. In fact, I related very closely to Vinny. I was just like him in Elementary school. I had a couple of friends, but they had different schedules than I did. At school, I pretty much kept to myself. The only difference was that I would have never scribbled on the school walls. The story actually gave me flashbacks. And at my age, that goes back pretty far! lol I didn't really get the ending, though. Did Vinny do the drawing of the teacher as a nice thing, at first, when he first drew the face? Or did he intend it the way it turned out as a way to get even with Miss Price for messing up his story?
All in all, I enjoyed this story and it brought back many memories.
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
The Facts Concerning The Recent Carnival Of Crime In Connecticut
Summary:
This Mark Twain work starts out a tad slow, and with quite a few opulent words that make you want to smash your head into the wall. This story is about a man and his battle with his own conscience. This particular character's conscience was, for lack of a better phrase, a "mean little bastard". But, from reading the story, one could easily figure out why.
Our tale started out going one direction with the narrator all excited about his dear Aunt's arrival. Then, it sharply veered off in another direction with the arrival of his shriveled conscience. The man went on to defend himself, or at least attempt defense, whenever his little friend called him to task over something he had done. It seemed like he was slowly losing his mentalities.
Finally, by the end, it seems he had completely lost his mind! He blasted on his beloved Aunt, then he went off on a major crime spree.
Comment:
When I first started reading this story, I wanted to punch myself in the brain. I just couldn't seem to get my head around it. I just kind of sat there, scratching my head, and saying to myself "huh?". Twain always seemed to have an issue with "ultrapolysyllablism" (I invented that word to deal with the use of too many long words!). I have always found that kind of wordy work hard to digest.
Don't get me wrong, I like Twain's flair for the dramatic. I just wish it wasn't so damned confusing!
What he did do quite well in this story is to show the conscience as a living, tangible entity. We all have a conscience we have to deal with, so I guess we can all relate. Another good point to the tale is how he slowly, painfully slowly, built up to the main character's complete loss of his marbles.
Even with all of my complaining, I have to say that the story was pretty good. Once I got past the beginning.
This Mark Twain work starts out a tad slow, and with quite a few opulent words that make you want to smash your head into the wall. This story is about a man and his battle with his own conscience. This particular character's conscience was, for lack of a better phrase, a "mean little bastard". But, from reading the story, one could easily figure out why.
Our tale started out going one direction with the narrator all excited about his dear Aunt's arrival. Then, it sharply veered off in another direction with the arrival of his shriveled conscience. The man went on to defend himself, or at least attempt defense, whenever his little friend called him to task over something he had done. It seemed like he was slowly losing his mentalities.
Finally, by the end, it seems he had completely lost his mind! He blasted on his beloved Aunt, then he went off on a major crime spree.
Comment:
When I first started reading this story, I wanted to punch myself in the brain. I just couldn't seem to get my head around it. I just kind of sat there, scratching my head, and saying to myself "huh?". Twain always seemed to have an issue with "ultrapolysyllablism" (I invented that word to deal with the use of too many long words!). I have always found that kind of wordy work hard to digest.
Don't get me wrong, I like Twain's flair for the dramatic. I just wish it wasn't so damned confusing!
What he did do quite well in this story is to show the conscience as a living, tangible entity. We all have a conscience we have to deal with, so I guess we can all relate. Another good point to the tale is how he slowly, painfully slowly, built up to the main character's complete loss of his marbles.
Even with all of my complaining, I have to say that the story was pretty good. Once I got past the beginning.
The short story; "Shades".
Summary:
If I read this right, the story is about a lone lamplighter. Although it takes a bit of an "eyewalk" to get to the point. Our tale starts out with a description of nightfall that makes the darkness come to life like an evil force from beyond. The "hero" of the story is the lamplighter. He "battles" the darkness of the night, that he disappears right back into.
The narrator of the tale thought that the lamplighter was interesting and mysterious enough to go searching for him. Towards the end, the lamplighter died as mysteriously as he lived.
At the very end of the tale, there seemed to be a "life goes on" feel to what the narrator says about night and the other lamplighters going about their duties.
Comment:
I really enjoyed the way that the twilight and the nightfall was given living attributes. Good writers are uncanilly able to pull off the concept of turning non-living entities into living, breathing beings. And the lamplighter is kept completely unknown and mysterious, which I think helps the story. I've always felt that a story should end with the reader saying to themselves "Oh, hey, wait! How does it end? I want to know more."
If I read this right, the story is about a lone lamplighter. Although it takes a bit of an "eyewalk" to get to the point. Our tale starts out with a description of nightfall that makes the darkness come to life like an evil force from beyond. The "hero" of the story is the lamplighter. He "battles" the darkness of the night, that he disappears right back into.
The narrator of the tale thought that the lamplighter was interesting and mysterious enough to go searching for him. Towards the end, the lamplighter died as mysteriously as he lived.
At the very end of the tale, there seemed to be a "life goes on" feel to what the narrator says about night and the other lamplighters going about their duties.
Comment:
I really enjoyed the way that the twilight and the nightfall was given living attributes. Good writers are uncanilly able to pull off the concept of turning non-living entities into living, breathing beings. And the lamplighter is kept completely unknown and mysterious, which I think helps the story. I've always felt that a story should end with the reader saying to themselves "Oh, hey, wait! How does it end? I want to know more."
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