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Literature & CompositionReading • Writing • ThinkingBedford/St. Martin’s Boston • New YorkCarol JagoSanta Monica High School, CaliforniaRenée H. SheaBowie State University, MarylandLawrence ScanlonBrewster High School, New YorkRobin Dissin AufsesLycée Français de New York JAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indi iJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indi i 4/29/10 12:06:12 PM4/29/10 12:06:12 PMFor Bedford/St. Martin’sDevelopmental Editor: Nathan OdellSenior Production Editor: Bill ImbornoniProduction Supervisor: Jennifer PetersonMarketing Manager: Daniel McDonoughArt Director: Lucy KrikorianText Design: Linda M. RobertsonCopy Editor: Jamie ThamanIndexer: Kirsten KitePhoto Research: Helane ProttasCover Design: Donna DennisonCover Art: The Phillips Collection, Washington, D.C.Composition: Glyph InternationalPrinting and Binding: Worldcolor/TauntonPresident: Joan E. FeinbergEditorial Director: Denise B. WydraEditor in Chief: Karen S. HenryDirector of Development: Erica T. AppelDirector of Marketing: Karen R. SoeltzDirector of Editing, Design, and Production: Susan W. BrownAssistant Director of Editing, Design, and Production: Elise S. KaiserManaging Editor: Shuli TraubLibrary of Congress Control Number: 2010925397Copyright © 2011 by Bedford/St. Martin’sAll rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, except as may be expressly permitted by the applicable copyright statutes or in writing by the Publisher.Manufactured in the United States of America.2 3 4 5 6 15 14 13 12 11 10For information, write: Bedford/St. Martin’s, 75 Arlington Street, Boston, MA 02116 (617-399-4000)ISBN-10: 0-312-38806-3ISBN-13: 978-0-312-38806-5AcknowledgmentsAcknowledgments and copyrights appear at the back of the book on pages 1510–1517, which constitute an extension of the copyright page.It is a violation of the law to reproduce these selections by any means whatsoever without the written permission of the copyright holder.JAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indii iiJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indii ii 11/23/10 8:29:03 PM11/23/10 8:29:03 PMTo Michael and James JagoBertha Vogelsang BahnKate and Michael AufsesAlison, Lindsay, Maura, & Kaitlin, and to Mary-GraceJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indiii iiiJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indiii iii 4/29/10 12:06:13 PM4/29/10 12:06:13 PMJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indiv ivJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indiv iv 4/29/10 12:06:13 PM4/29/10 12:06:13 PMThis page left intentionally left blankv Carol Jago taught AP Literature and was department chair at Santa Monica High School for thirty-two years. She has served on the AP Literature Development Committee and as a content advisor on AP Central. She is the author of many books, includ-ing With Rigor for All: Teaching the Classics to Contemporary Students; Beyond Standards: Excellence in the High School Eng-lish Classroom; and four titles in the NCTE High School Litera-ture series. In 2010, Carol is the president of NCTE and an advisor for the Common Core State Standards Initiative.Renée H. Shea is professor of English and Modern Languages at Bowie State University and former Director of Composition. She is coauthor of The Language of Composition: Reading • Writing • Rhetoric and two titles in the NCTE High School Literature series on Amy Tan and Zora Neale Hurston. She has been a reader and question leader for both AP Literature and Language readings. Lawrence Scanlon taught at Brewster High School for more than thirty years. Over the last fi fteen years he has been a reader and question leader for the AP Language exam. As a College Board consultant in the U.S. and abroad, he has conducted AP workshops in both Language and Literature, as well as serving on the AP Language Development Committee. Larry is coauthor of The Language of Composition: Reading • Writing • Rhetoric and has published articles for the College Board and elsewhere on composition and curriculum.Robin Dissin Aufses is director of English Studies at Lycée Français de New York. She is coauthor of The Language of Com-position: Reading • Writing • Rhetoric. Robin also has published articles for the College Board on the novelist Chang Rae Lee and the novel All the King’s Men.About the AuthorsJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indv vJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indv v 4/29/10 12:06:13 PM4/29/10 12:06:13 PMJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indiv ivJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indiv iv 4/29/10 12:06:13 PM4/29/10 12:06:13 PMThis page left intentionally left blankviiWhy read literature? To many of us, that question seems as strange as ask-ing “why breathe?” Literature has been part of our life, family, school, and community for as long as we can remember. Of course, there are those who argue that what today’s students need is preparation for the “real world,” but in the push for practical university and workplace preparedness we sometimes overlook the importance of educating students’ imaginations. Literature offers windows to worlds outside students’ experience as well as mirrors onto the world they already know. Literature also prepares students for the personal challenges and moral dilemmas they are likely to face. How better to refl ect on the demands of contem-porary life than to study William Wordsworth’s “The World Is Too Much with Us” alongside Nathalie Handal’s “Caribe in Nueva York”? And does not the proffered wisdom of William Shakespeare, Emily Dickinson, Seamus Heaney, and Rita Dove provide important preparation for surviving and thriving in this complex world?Literary analysis is an intellectual discipline that hones students’ thinking by requiring them to probe a text deeply and analyze the means that writers employ to achieve their effects. Along with preparing students for the rigors of an Advanced Placement* exam, learning how to analyze text and articulate a per-spective prepares students for life, both in academia and in the workplace. This preparation and exploration are what we hope to achieve in Literature & Compo-sition by specifi cally targeting the skills and habits of mind that are the keys to success in an Advanced Placement Literature course. Features of the BookThe opening chapters introduce strategies and scaffolding that guide students toward deep reading of diffi cult texts while fostering an understanding of key literary terms and analytical techniques.We understand that high school teachers are in the classroom every single day, and with that in mind we designed these opening chapters to be highly instruc-tional and activity-oriented. Preface*AP and Advanced Placement Program are registered trademarks of the College Entrance Exam-ination Board, which was not involved in the publication of and does not endorse this product.JAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indvii viiJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indvii vii 4/29/10 12:06:13 PM4/29/10 12:06:13 PMPREFACEviii• Chapter 1, “Thinking about Literature,” introduces the study of literature and the approaches and habits of mind that lead to both insightful analysis and enjoyment.• Chapter 2, “Close Reading: Analyzing Poetry and Passages of Fiction,” introduces students to close reading strategies that reveal how the elements of style create meaning in fi ction and poetry. Students are also introduced to the process of writing a close analysis, and a comparison and contrast of two poems.• Chapter 3, “The Big Picture: Analyzing Fiction and Drama,” teaches stu-dents to analyze the major elements of fi ction and drama and then discuss them thoughtfully in an interpretive essay.• Chapter 4, “Entering the Conversation,” guides students through the process of using multiple texts to write about literary, cultural, and historical issues. These approachesgotten to be a terrible pessimist about things. Have you read The Rise of the Colored Empires by this man Goddard?” They hadn’t. “Well, it’s a fine book, and everybody ought to read it. The idea is if we don’t look out the white race will be — will be utterly submerged. It’s all scientific stuff; it’s been proved.” He is Tom Buchanan, a character in F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby, a book that nearly everyone who passes through the American education system is compelled to read at least once. Although Gatsby doesn’t gloss as a book on racial anxiety — it’s too busy exploring a different set of anxieties entirely — Buchanan was hardly alone in feeling besieged.Hsu continues on to discuss the actual book Tom Buchanan referenced and then launches into an analysis of where the changing demographic and popular culture are leading the United States in the twenty-first century. But his hook, his choice of an opening that will catch his audience’s attention, relies on the assumption that “nearly everyone who passes through the American education system” has read The Great Gatsby. So if you haven’t read the novel, can you still read Bodega Dreams, see G, be amused by a Peanuts cartoon, understand Hua Hsu’s article? Probably. Yet being familiar with Fitzgerald’s characters and themes deepens your understanding, lets you approach the texts critically, and gives you confidence to join the conversation. • ACTIVITY •Research a modern retelling of a classic work such as Jane Austen’s novel Pride and Prejudice or Shakespeare’s play Hamlet. What assumptions are made about the modern reader’s familiarity with the work? How is the work updated? Discussing a work of literature might be even more important than the solitary act of reading. As we share an interpretation with others, we learn how to commu-nicate, how to agree and disagree. Perhaps more important, we share an experience. While reading across cultural, socioeconomic, political, age, religious, and racial lines, we find that a book or poem can be a neutral space for us to learn about different ways of seeing the world and to discover similarities. Book clubs and community reading projects are cropping up these days on every level, from a national book selection to a novel chosen by a group of friends. Many schools select one book to develop common ground among students, as they explore this shared text with teach-ers and administrators — and sometimes even parents. Certainly, the primary goal is 7WHY STUDY LITERATURE?JAG_88063_01_ch01_pp0001-0018.in7 7JAG_88063_01_ch01_pp0001-0018.in7 7 4/29/10 12:06:59 PM4/29/10 12:06:59 PMCHAPTER 1 • THINKING ABOUT LITERATURE8to encourage people to read, but the real benefit is in the conversations that the book sparks among friends, neighbors, and classmates. And sometimes these conversations will even include the author of the work itself.Some of the largest literary communities are online. Oprah’s famous book club has over two million members from all over the globe, who meet online to discuss the latest selection. And then there’s goodreads.com, a book-lovers’ social network that founder Otis Chandler describes as “a website where I could see my friends’ bookshelves and learn about what they thought of all their books.” The site claims over 2,300,000 members — an impressive community of readers.• ACTIVITY •Choose a book that you think would be appropriate for establishing com-mon ground through discussion in your school or class. What issues would this book enable the community to explore? Why are those issues impor-tant to your school community? What Makes an Effective Reader?It is probably safe to say that no one ever wrote a poem, play, short story, or novel with the express purpose of having students puzzle over it to find the “right” inter-pretation. Writers write because they have something to say, or want to evoke an emotion. Keeping that in mind, it’s usually best to start out reading without an ana-lytic agenda and meet the work on its own terms. Enjoy it, listen to it, connect with it. And sometimes that’s all you want or need to do. Poet and longtime literature profes-sor Billy Collins began a project called Poetry 180 with the idea that every school day would begin with the reading of a poem — no analysis, no discussion, no quiz to take or paper to write. Here’s one of the poems from his Web site: The BagelDAVID IGNATOWI stopped to pick up the bagelrolling away in the wind,annoyed with myselffor having dropped itas if it were a portent. 5Faster and faster it rolled,with me running after itbent low, gritting my teeth,and I found myself doubled overand rolling down the street 10JAG_88063_01_ch01_pp0001-0018.in8 8JAG_88063_01_ch01_pp0001-0018.in8 8 4/29/10 12:06:59 PM4/29/10 12:06:59 PMhead over heels, one complete somersaultafter another like a bageland strangely happy with myself.[1993]Do we need to say more? We could probably find a way (Why use such a formal word as “portent”? Is the bagel a metaphor?), but do we always need to? “The Bagel” is a delightful poem likely to bring on a smile. You might even think it’s a bit silly, and maybe that’s the point. Sometimes it’s important simply to enjoy.Yet there are times when reading and rereading, examining closely and carefully, and thinking critically about literature adds to our understanding and appreciation of it. Reading literature is neither a treasure hunt for metaphors nor an interroga-tion to figure out what the author’s hiding. It is a meeting of reader, writer, and text; it involves participation and engagement. Some describe it as a transaction, some a conversation, and some an act of imagination. English novelist Virginia Woolf advised readers to become the author’s “fellow-worker and accomplice” and “open [their] mind as widely as possible.” Toni Morrison, the first African American woman to win the Nobel Prize for Literature, describes “the reader as artist” who must bring both “willing acceptance” and “intense inquiry” to the text. She points out, “I don’t need to ‘like’ the work: I want instead to ‘think’ it.” As you read literary texts, many of them complex and challenging, find a com-fortable middle ground where you can appreciate and understand the work and also analyze it in a way that deepens your appreciation of it. Writers worth their salt are bound to puzzle readers, spark a debate, invite diverse interpretations — and inspire rereading. • ACTIVITY •In each of the following poems, the speaker comments on readers. In what ways are the two speakers’ expectations about readers similar? What can you infer about each speaker’s beliefs about the value of literature? Consider how each speaker uses playful humor to make a serious point. ShawlALBERT GOLDBARTH Eight hours by bus, and night was on them. He could see himself now in the window, see his head there with the country running through it like a long thought made of steel and wheat. Darkness outside; darkness in the bus — as if the sea 5were dark and the belly of the whale were dark to match it. He was twenty: of course his eyes returned, repeatedly, 9WHAT MAKES AN EFFECTIVE READER?JAG_88063_01_ch01_pp0001-0018.in9 9JAG_88063_01_ch01_pp0001-0018.in9 9 4/29/10 12:06:59 PM4/29/10 12:06:59 PMCHAPTER 1 • THINKING ABOUT LITERATURE10to the knee of the woman two rows up: positioned so occasional headlights struck it into life. But more reliable was the book; he was discovering himself 10to be among the tribe that reads. Now his, the only overhead turned on. Now nothing else existed: only him, and the book, and the light thrown over his shoulders as luxuriously as a cashmere shawl.[2007]Introduction to Poetry BILLY COLLINS I ask them to take a poemand hold it up to the lightlike a color slideor press an ear against its hive.I say drop a mouse into a poem 5and watch him probe his way out,orwalk inside the poem’s roomand feel the walls for a light switch.I want them to water-skiacross the surface of a poem 10waving at the author’s name on the shore.But all they want to dois tie the poem to a chair with ropeand torture a confession out of it.They begin beating it with a hose 15to find out what it really means.[1988]To get the most out of a literary text, try to cultivate certain habits of mind. Start with the pleasure of enjoying the text and then move on to a more critical under-standing. At all times, remain open to possibilities, to accepting the text on its own terms. The following list of qualities describes an effective reader — and rereader!• Fearlessness: Be daring and plunge into the text, allowing it to surprise, shock, annoy, or delight you. Take risks with interpretation. Don’t be afraid to get it “wrong.” Changing your mind and revising your analysis is the smart thing to do when a better idea presents itself.JAG_88063_01_ch01_pp0001-0018.in10 10JAG_88063_01_ch01_pp0001-0018.in10 10 4/29/10 12:06:59 PM4/29/10 12:06:59 PM• Patience: Hold off on passing judgment on a text. Liking or disliking a story isn’t immediately important. There is no reason to suppose that your initial reaction is the most reliable measure of the worth of a literary work. • Many-mindedness: Literature rarely offers simple answers to simple questions. Trust yourself to become comfortable with ambiguity and contradiction. Listen to what others say about a text, particularly when the interpretation differs from your own.• Attentiveness: Pay attention to your own reading — where you got confused, where you grew bored, where you became frustrated with a character or the author. Awareness of what is going on inside your head is an important step toward becoming an astute reader. • Stamina: Concentrate when you read, think hard, and keep thinking hard. Literary analysis can be exhausting work.• ACTIVITY •Following are two views on being a reader. What are their similarities and differences? Discuss your own experience.From Superman and Me SHERMAN ALEXIEMy father, who is one of the few Indians who went to Catholic school on pur-pose, was an avid reader of westerns, spy thrillers, murder mysteries, gangster epics, basketball-player biographies, and anything else he could find. He bought his books by the pound at Dutch’s Pawn Shop, Goodwill, Salvation Army, and Value Village. When he had extra money, he bought new novels at super-markets, convenience stores, and hospital gift shops. Our house was filled with books. They were stacked in crazy piles in the bathroom, bedrooms, and living room. In a fit of unemployment-inspired creative energy, my father built a set of bookshelves and soon filled them with a random assortment of books about the Kennedy assassination, Watergate, the Vietnam War, and the entire twenty-three-book series of the Apache westerns. My father loved books, and since I loved my father with an aching devotion, I decided to love books as well.I can remember picking up my father’s books before I could read. The words themselves were mostly foreign, but I still remember the exact moment when I first understood, with a sudden clarity, the purpose of a paragraph. I didn’t have the vocabulary to say “paragraph,” but I realized that a paragraph was a fence that held words. The words inside a paragraph worked together for a common purpose. They had some specific reason for being inside the same fence. This knowledge delighted me. I began to think of everything in terms of paragraphs. Our reservation was a small paragraph within the United States. My family’s 11WHAT MAKES AN EFFECTIVE READER?JAG_88063_01_ch01_pp0001-0018.in11 11JAG_88063_01_ch01_pp0001-0018.in11 11 4/29/10 12:07:00 PM4/29/10 12:07:00 PMCHAPTER 1 • THINKING ABOUT LITERATURE12house was a paragraph, distinct from the other paragraphs of the LeBrets to the north, the Fords to our south, and the Tribal School to the west. Inside our house, each family member existed as a separate paragraph, but still had genetics and common experiences to link us. Now, using this logic, I can see my changed fam-ily as an essay of seven paragraphs: mother, father, older brother, the deceased sister, my younger twin sisters, and our adopted little brother.[1997]Learning to ReadFRANZ WRIGHTIf I had to look up every fifth or sixth word,so what. I looked them up.I had nowhere important to be.My father was unavailable, and my motherlooked like she was about to break, 5and not into blossom, every time I spoke.My favorite was the Iliad. True,I had trouble pronouncing the names,but when was I going to pronounce them, andto whom? 10My stepfather maybe?Number one, he could barely speak English;two, he had sufficient intentto smirk or knock me downwithout any prompting from me. 15Loneliness, boredom and terrormy motivationfiercely fuelled.I get down on my knees and thank God for them.Du Fu, the Psalms, Whitman, Rilke. 20Life has taught meto understand books.[2009]Approaching LiteratureThere are many specific strategies to approaching a literary text and writing about it. Some of these strategies we’ll discuss in detail in the next three chapters; others, your teachers will recommend. We want to start, though, by suggesting a straightforward JAG_88063_01_ch01_pp0001-0018.in12 12JAG_88063_01_ch01_pp0001-0018.in12 12 4/29/10 12:07:00 PM4/29/10 12:07:00 PMthree-step approach that will give you a way into any written text: experience, analysis, and extension. Let’s try these steps with the following poem, “ ‘Out, Out —,’ ” by Robert Frost.The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yardAnd made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it.And from there those that lifted eyes could countFive mountain ranges one behind the other 5Under the sunset far into Vermont.And the saw snarled and rattled, snarled and rattled,As it ran light, or had to bear a load.And nothing happened: day was all but done.Call it a day, I wish they might have said 10To please the boy by giving him the half hourThat a boy counts so much when saved from work.His sister stood beside them in her apronTo tell them “Supper.” At the word, the saw,As if to prove saws knew what supper meant, 15Leaped out at the boy’s hand, or seemed to leap —He must have given the hand. However it was,Neither refused the meeting. But the hand!The boy’s first outcry was a rueful laugh,As he swung toward them holding up the hand 20Half in appeal, but half as if to keepThe life from spilling. Then the boy saw all —Since he was old enough to know, big boyDoing a man’s work, though a child at heart —He saw all spoiled. “Don’t let him cut my hand off — 25The doctor, when he comes. Don’t let him, sister!”So. But the hand was gone already.The doctor put him in the dark of ether.He lay and puffed his lips out with his breath.And then — the watcher at his pulse took fright. 30No one believed. They listened at his heart.Little — less — nothing! — and that ended it.No more to build on there. And they, since theyWere not the one dead, turned to their affairs.[1916] ExperienceWhen we experience literature, we respond to it subjectively, personally, emotionally. This poem presents a fairly grisly scene: A boy is at work cutting wood, the saw slips, and he cuts his hand. Despite the doctor’s efforts, the boy dies. Then everyone goes 13APPROACHING LITERATUREJAG_88063_01_ch01_pp0001-0018.in13 13JAG_88063_01_ch01_pp0001-0018.in13 13 4/29/10 12:07:00 PM4/29/10 12:07:00 PMCHAPTER 1 • THINKING ABOUT LITERATURE14back to work — end of story. You might find this a distasteful scene, you might find it sad, you might think that the people in the poem are heartless and cold, it might remind you of something you read about or even experienced. Maybe you came away thinkingthat most people aren’t really as callous as the ones in this poem. If you live in the city, you might feel removed from the rural Vermont setting; if you’ve spent time on a farm, the poem might have a more familiar ring to it. Any or all of these responses are perfectly legitimate; in fact, at this early stage, there truly are no wrong answers, or any answers at all. Even at this first step, however, you cannot help but notice the language and details — such as the pretty sunset next to the sound of the buzz saw or the fact that the boy appeals to his sister while the parents are absent from the scene. AnalysisBut you’re just getting started. You might think that you haven’t done very productive work by merely responding, but you have: you’ve entered the world of the poem. The next step is to move from feeling to thinking — to analyze the work. Here’s where you begin to ask questions, to think about the way language is used, to draw inferences. The key is observation: no detail is unimportant, so notice, notice, notice. In the next chapters, we’ll talk more about what to look for, and give you strategies for paying close attention to the work. For now, we’ll keep it simple. What do you notice about the language and structure of this poem? What connections or patterns emerge? What inferences might you draw from those connections? If you notice something unusual, something that stands out from the rest of the poem, you probably want to ask why. At this stage, you’re basically reading between the lines as you consider what is directly expressed along with what is indirectly expressed through figurative language (language that’s not literal) and other poetic techniques.In the first line of “ ‘Out, Out — ’ ” you probably noted that the buzz saw is depicted as an animal that “snarled and rattled,” a description repeated three times before the saw “leaped out at the boy’s hand, or seemed to leap” (l. 16). This personification suggests that this wasn’t an accident; the saw is a predator that intended to hurt the boy. Frost then gives us a description of the natural beauty of the landscape, the “five mountain ranges one behind the other / under the sunset far into Vermont” (ll. 5–6). Why would Frost turn a saw into a vicious animal and then show us the beauti-ful Vermont countryside? Maybe he’s saying that nature has two sides, violent and peaceful, predatory and nourishing? What do you think?Notice that the poem is told from the third-person point of view, except in line 10, when the speaker comments that he wishes they would have “Call[ed] it a day” and given the boy a half hour away from his work. Why shift perspective here? Perhaps it was Frost’s way of anticipating the accident to come. Maybe lines 10–12 are put in there to give the poem a bit of soul, to express some regret, to temper the cold practi-cality of the final lines. Perhaps you have another interpretation of this choice.Titles can be a clue to larger issues in a poem, and the quotation marks that surround this one signal that it’s taken from another source. The phrase “Out, out” is from act V, scene v, of Shakespeare’s tragedy Macbeth. The exact lines are: JAG_88063_01_ch01_pp0001-0018.in14 14JAG_88063_01_ch01_pp0001-0018.in14 14 4/29/10 12:07:00 PM4/29/10 12:07:00 PMOut, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. Macbeth himself utters this speech at the end of the play after being informed of Lady Macbeth’s death, recognizing the brevity of life and the futility of all his worldly ambitions. You might ask why Frost would connect this rural scene with a Shakespearean tragedy. Is Frost saying that death is tragic? Is it a reminder that life is fleeting? Is it a recognition that the forces of nature (those “mountain ranges one behind the other / Under the sunset”) are uncaring, indifferent to human beings? Is the speaker denouncing those who “were not the one dead” for their lack of feeling, acknowledging the necessity to carry on — or perhaps both? Is Frost arguing for a carpe diem (seize the day) belief system, in which the best we can do is appreciate the mountains and sunset because anything can happen? The answers to such analytical questions will lead to your interpretation of the poem. ExtensionAt this point, you have analyzed a text and drawn inferences to arrive at an interpre-tation. For many assignments, that’s all you will need to do. But sometimes you’ll be asked to extend your interpretation from the world of the poem to the real world. This type of extension may involve examination of the background of the author, research into the historical context of the work, or application of the ideas in the piece to life in general. For instance, biographical research on Frost and “ ‘Out, Out — ’ ” reveals that Frost based the poem on an actual incident in 1915, when his neighbor’s son lost his hand to a buzz saw. The boy went into shock from blood loss, and the efforts of the physician called to the scene could not save him. Obviously, Frost did not write the poem to report this specific incident, but he must have seen something in it that had meaning beyond the actual event. The poem might be seen as his way of immortal-izing the boy and thus giving his young life meaning. Or perhaps Frost — who was over forty at the time the poem was written — was recognizing his own mortality and reflecting on the fleeting nature of all human life. If you research the time period when this poem was written, you’ll find that young children often worked long hours in unsafe conditions to help support their families. Child labor laws adopted in 1924 ended this practice. Using this informa-tion, you might build the case that Frost was making a political statement by illustrat-ing the dangers of expecting a boy, “a child at heart,” to do “a man’s work.” Also, the poem offers an entrance into understanding the social conditions of this time period, when everyone in the family had to contribute in order to survive. When the boy “saw all spoiled,” he may have been thinking of the hardship of losing a hand, but he 15APPROACHING LITERATUREJAG_88063_01_ch01_pp0001-0018.in15 15JAG_88063_01_ch01_pp0001-0018.in15 15 4/29/10 12:07:00 PM4/29/10 12:07:00 PMCHAPTER 1 • THINKING ABOUT LITERATURE16may also have been thinking that his loss of productivity would be a real hardship for a family struggling to make it in the face of harsh economic realities. The poem also asks how we should grieve. Is the best way to honor the dead to return to the activities of the living? In an extension paper you might argue that getting right back to work instead of grieving is an economic reality of the working class, regardless of time and place. You might also consider the language of the poem as a way to extend its meaning. Frost’s personification of the predatory saw within the idyllic natural beauty could be read as the intrusion of the machine into the garden, the negative or dangerous impact of technology (or, in Frost’s day, mechanization) on the unspoiled beauty of nature. Can the two coexist? If you pursue this line of thinking, imagine how you might tie it to earlier works of American literature or to contemporary warnings of the dangers of technology on the natural world. • ACTIVITY •Read the following story — “Snow” by Julia Alvarez — and then discuss your experience of it, your analysis of it, and how you might extend your analysis beyond the story. Keep in mind that these are not entirely separate steps. Simply go through the three steps by talking with your classmates about the story.Snow JULIA ALVAREZ Our first year in New York we rented a small apartment with a Catholic school nearby, taught by the Sisters of Charity, hefty women in long black gowns and bonnetsthat made them look peculiar, like dolls in mourning. I liked them a lot, especially my grandmotherly fourth grade teacher, Sister Zoe. I had a lovely name, she said, and she had me teach the whole class how to pronounce it. Yo-lan-da. As the only immigrant in my class, I was put in a special seat in the first row by the window, apart from the other children so that Sister Zoe could tutor me without disturbing them. Slowly, she enunciated the new words I was to repeat: laundromat, corn flakes, subway, snow.Soon I picked up enough English to understand holocaust was in the air. Sister Zoe explained to a wide-eyed classroom what was happening in Cuba. Russian missiles were being assembled, trained supposedly on New York City. President Kennedy, looking worried too, was on the television at home, explaining we might have to go to war against the Communists. At school, we had air-raid drills: an ominous bell would go off and we’d file into the hall, fall to the floor, cover our heads with our coats, and imagine our hair falling out, the bones in our arms going soft. At home, Mami and my sisters and I said a rosary for world peace. I heard new vocabulary: nuclear bomb, radioactive fallout, bomb shelter. Sister Zoe explained how it would happen. JAG_88063_01_ch01_pp0001-0018.in16 16JAG_88063_01_ch01_pp0001-0018.in16 16 4/29/10 12:07:01 PM4/29/10 12:07:01 PMShe drew a picture of a mushroom on the blackboard and dotted a flurry of chalkmarks for the dusty fallout that would kill us all. The months grew cold, November, December. It was dark when I got up in the morning, frosty when I followed my breath to school. One morning as I sat at my desk daydreaming out the window, I saw dots in the air like the ones Sister Zoe had drawn—random at first, then lots and lots. I shrieked, “Bomb! Bomb!” Sister Zoe jerked around, her full black skirt ballooning as she hurried to my side. A few girls began to cry.But then Sister Zoe’s shocked look faded. “Why, Yolanda dear, that’s snow!” She laughed. “Snow.”“Snow,” I repeated. I looked out the window warily. All my life I had heard about the white crystals that fell out of American skies in the winter. From my desk I watched the fine powder dust the sidewalk and parked cars below. Each flake was different, Sister Zoe had said, like a person, irreplaceable and beautiful. [1984]17APPROACHING LITERATUREJAG_88063_01_ch01_pp0001-0018.in17 17JAG_88063_01_ch01_pp0001-0018.in17 17 4/29/10 12:07:01 PM4/29/10 12:07:01 PMJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indiv ivJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indiv iv 4/29/10 12:06:13 PM4/29/10 12:06:13 PMThis page left intentionally left blankCHAPTER 1 • TITLE GOES HERE19What Is Close Reading?Close reading, sometimes called explication of text, means developing an understanding of a text that is based on its small details and the larger ideas those details evoke or suggest. Although you might worry that taking a work apart somehow lessens its power or the pleasure of reading it, the opposite is usually true. By looking at the various parts of a poem or passage of fiction, you come to appreciate the writer’s artistry and understand how a writer uses various techniques to make a statement, suggest an emotion, or convey an idea. John Ciardi’s classic book on analyzing poetry is entitled How Does a Poem Mean? — and that’s the purpose of close reading: to analyze not just what a piece of literature means but how that mean-ing comes about. When you write a close analysis essay, you start with the larger ideas you’ve discovered and use the small details — the words themselves and how they’re arranged — to support your interpretation of the meaning of the piece.The key to close reading is, of course, observation — taking note of what you read and what you think about it, and asking questions. The good news is that the texts you are asked to read closely are usually not that long, which means you can read them several times. Each time you read a text, you will notice more and more. Later in the chapter we’ll suggest specific strategies — such as annotating and using a graphic organizer — that will help you organize what you notice, pose questions about your observations, and even answer the questions you’ve posed. Let’s start with what you notice when you first read a poem or passage of fiction.First-Impression QuestionsTake a look at this excerpt from My Antonia by Willa Cather, a novel about early settlers in the American West, narrated by a young boy who moves from Virginia to Nebraska to be brought up by his grandparents. As you read, jot down some ques-tions that arise from your first impressions.I sat down in the middle of the garden, where snakes could scarcely approach unseen, and leaned my back against a warm yellow pumpkin. There were some Close Reading: Analyzing Poetry and Passages of Fiction2JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in19 19JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in19 19 4/29/10 12:07:47 PM4/29/10 12:07:47 PMCHAPTER 2 • CLOSE READING20ground-cherry bushes growing along the furrows, full of fruit. I turned back the papery triangular sheaths that protected the berries and ate a few. All about me giant grasshoppers, twice as big as any I had ever seen, were doing acrobatic feats among the dried vines. The gophers scurried up and down the ploughed ground. There in the sheltered draw-bottom the wind did not blow very hard, but I could hear it singing its humming tune up on the level, and I could see the tall grasses wave. The earth was warm under me, and warm as I crumbled it through my fingers. Queer little red bugs came out and moved in slow squadrons around me. Their backs were polished vermilion, with black spots. I kept as still as I could. Nothing happened. I did not expect anything to happen. I was something that lay under the sun and felt it, like the pumpkins, and I did not want to be anything more. I was entirely happy. Perhaps we feel like that when we die and become a part of something entire, whether it is sun and air, or goodness and knowledge. At any rate, that is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great. When it comes to one, it comes as naturally as sleep.[1918]After just one reading, you can probably get a sense of the tone of this passage and the mood it creates; you might even be able to imagine a few things about its narrator, its setting, and even its themes. You will surely have questions about how and why Cather’s style is so distinct, and that is the first step in reading closely. Here are some questions that a first reading may raise. Your questions may be similar to the ones here, or you may have come up with completely different ones. • What part do the snakes play in this passage about happiness?• What might it mean that the passage is set in a garden?• How big is that pumpkin? How big are the grasshoppers, really?• What makes the objects in the passage so vivid? • Why does the narrator connect happiness and death?• How does the narrator fit — literally and figuratively — into the landscape?• How does the passage change from beginning to end?What’s important at this point is not necessarily answering the questions but simply asking them. By posing questions, you’re engaging with the text — you’re reading actively. • ACTIVITY •Read the following poem by A. E. Housman. Then create your own first-impression questions. JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in20 20JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in20 20 4/29/10 12:07:48 PM4/29/10 12:07:48 PMTo an Athlete Dying Young A. E. HOUSMAN The time you won your town the raceWe chaired you through the market-place;Man and boy stood cheering by,And home we brought you shoulder-high.To-day, the road all runners come, 5Shoulder-high we bring you home,And set you at your threshold down,Townsman of a stiller town.Smart lad, to slip betimes awayFrom fields where glory does not stay10And early though the laurel growsIt withers quicker than the rose.Eyes the shady night has shutCannot see the record cut,And silence sounds no worse than cheers 15After earth has stopped the ears:Now you will not swell the routOf lads that wore their honours out,Runners whom renown outranAnd the name died before the man. 20So set, before its echoes fade,The fleet foot on the sill of shade,And hold to the low lintel upThe still-defended challenge-cup.And round that early-laurelled head 25Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead,And find unwithered on its curlsThe garland briefer than a girl’s. [1896]The Elements of StyleThe point of close reading is to go beyond merely summarizing a work to figuring out how a writer’s stylistic choices convey the work’s message or meaning. Once you begin to analyze literature closely, you will see how all of the parts of a piece of literature work together, from the structure of the piece down to individual word choices. The follow-ing is a brief introduction to the essential elements of style. Understanding these terms 21THE ELEMENTS OF STYLEJAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in21 21JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in21 21 4/29/10 12:07:48 PM4/29/10 12:07:48 PMCHAPTER 2 • CLOSE READING22and concepts will give you things to be on the lookout for as you close-read, as well as vocabulary to help you describe what you see. Examples for all of these concepts, and more, are available in the glossary at the back of the book.DictionAuthors choose their words carefully to convey precise meanings. We call these word choices the author’s diction. A word can have more than one dictionary definition, or denotation, so when you analyze diction, you must consider all of a word’s possible meanings. If the words have meanings or associations beyond the dictionary defini-tions, their connotations, you should ask how those relate to the meaning of the piece. Sometimes a word’s connotations will reveal another layer of meaning; sometimes they will affect the tone, as in the case of formal or informal diction, which is sometimes called slang, or colloquial, language. Diction can also be abstract or concrete. Let’s look at an example of diction from the third stanza of Housman’s poem:Smart lad, to slip betimes awayFrom fields where glory does not stayAnd early though the laurel growsIt withers quicker than the rose.In the third line, Housman plays with the multiple denotations of the word laurel, which is both a small evergreen tree, and an honor or accolade. Housman is using these multiple denotations to establish a paradox. Though the laurel that represents fame is evergreen, fame itself is fleeting, even more fleeting than the rosy bloom of youth.Figurative LanguageLanguage that is not literal is called figurative, as in a figure of speech. Sometimes this kind of language is called metaphorical because it explains or expands on an idea by comparing it to something else. The comparison can be explicit, as in the case of a simile, which makes a comparison using like or as; or it can be an implied comparison, as in the case of a metaphor. Personification is a figure of speech in which an object or animal is given human characteristics. An analogy is a figure of speech that usually helps explain something unfamiliar or complicated by comparing it to something familiar or simple.When a metaphor is extended over several lines in a work, it’s called an extended metaphor. Other forms of figurative language include overstatement (or hyperbole), understatement, paradox (a statement that seems contradictory but actually reveals a sur-prising truth), and irony. There are a few different types of irony, but verbal irony is the most common. It occurs when a speaker says one thing but really means something else, or when there is a noticeable incongruity between what is expected and what is said. ImageryImagery is the verbal expression of a sensory experience and can appeal to any of the five senses. Sometimes imagery depends on very concrete language — that is, descriptions of JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in22 22JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in22 22 4/29/10 12:07:48 PM4/29/10 12:07:48 PMhow things look, feel, sound, smell, or taste. In considering imagery, look carefully at how the sense impressions are created. Also pay attention to patterns of images that are repeated throughout a work. Often writers use figurative language to make their descriptions even more vivid. Look at this description from the Cather passage: Queer little red bugs came out and moved in slow squadrons around me. Their backs were polished vermilion, with black spots. The imagery tells us that these are little red bugs with black spots, but consider what is added with the words “squadrons” and “vermilion,” both figurative descriptions.SyntaxSyntax is the arrangement of words into phrases, clauses, and sentences. When we read closely, we consider whether the sentences in a work are long or short, simple or complex. The sentence might also be cumulative, beginning with an independent clause and followed by subordinate clauses or phrases that add detail; or periodic, beginning with subordinate clauses or phrases that build toward the main clause. The word order can be the traditional subject-verb-object order or inverted (e.g., verb-subject-object or object-subject-verb). You might also look at syntactic patterns, such as several long sentences followed by a short sentence. Housman uses inver-sion in several places, perhaps to ensure the rhyme scheme but also to emphasize a point. When he writes, “And home we brought you shoulder-high” (l. 4), the shift in expected word order (“We brought you home”) emphasizes “home,” which is further emphasized by being repeated two lines later.Tone and MoodTone reflects the speaker’s attitude toward the subject of the work. Mood is the feeling the reader experiences as a result of the tone. Tone and mood provide the emotional coloring of a work and are created by the writer’s stylistic choices. When you describe the tone and mood of a work, try to use at least two precise words, rather than words that are vague and general, such as happy, sad, or different. In describing the tone of the Cather passage, you might say that it is contented and joyful. What is most important is that you consider the style elements that went into creating the tone. Now that you have some familiarity with the elements of style, you can use them as a starting point for close reading. Here are some questions you can ask of any text:Diction• Which of the important words (verbs, nouns, adjectives, and adverbs) in the poem or passage are general and abstract, and which are specific and concrete?• Are the important words formal, informal, colloquial, or slang?• Are there words with strong connotations, words we might refer to as “loaded”? 23THE ELEMENTS OF STYLEJAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in23 23JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in23 23 4/29/10 12:07:48 PM4/29/10 12:07:48 PMCHAPTER 2 • CLOSE READING24Figurative Language• Are some words not literal but figurative, creating figures of speech such as metaphors, similes, and personification?Imagery• Are the images — the parts of the passage we experience with our five senses — concrete, or do they depend on figurative language to come alive?Syntax• What is the order of the words in the sentences? Are they in the usual subject-verb-object order, or are they inverted?• Which is more prevalent in the passage, nouns or verbs?• What are the sentences like? Do their meanings build periodically or cumulatively?• How do the sentences connect their words, phrases, and clauses?• How is the poem or passage organized? Is it chronological? Does it move from concrete to abstract or vice versa? Or does it follow some other pattern?• ACTIVITY •Reread Housman’s “To an Athlete DyingYoung” (p. 21), and use it to answer the preceding questions on style. A Sample Close Analysis Let’s look at a passage from Eudora Welty’s short story “Old Mr. Marblehall.” There is Mr. Marblehall’s ancestral home. It’s not so wonderfully large — it has only four columns — but you always look toward it, the way you always glance into tun-nels and see nothing. The river is after it now, and the little back garden has assur-edly crumbled away, but the box maze is there on the edge like a trap, to confound the Mississippi River. Deep in the red wall waits the front door — it weighs such a lot, it is perfectly solid, all one piece, black mahogany. . . . And you see — one of them is always going in it. There is a knocker shaped like a gasping fish on the door. You have every reason in the world to imagine the inside is dark, with old things about. There’s many a big, deathly-looking tapestry, wrinkling and thin, many a sofa shaped like an S. Brocades as tall as the wicked queens in Italian tales stand gathered before the windows. Everything is draped and hooded and shaded, of course, unaffectionate but close. Such rosy lamps! The only sound would be a breath against the prisms, a stirring of the chandelier. It’s like old eyelids, the house with one of its shutters, in careful working order, slowly opening outward.[1937]JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in24 24JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in24 24 4/29/10 12:07:49 PM4/29/10 12:07:49 PMThe passage begins with an incongruity: the house is an “ancestral home,” yet “it’s not so wonderfully large.” This sets up a discrepancy between what we might expect and what the speaker describes. The concrete details in the passage — columns, box maze, front door, knocker, tapestry, sofa, brocades, lamps — suggest formality and elegance, yet adjectives such as “wrinkling and thin,” “draped,” “hooded,” and “shaded” create images of decay, deception, even death. The S-shaped sofas are so snake-like that they practically hiss. The speaker’s description creates a sense of decay and menace, from this house that does not live up to the grand description of “ancestral home.” Figurative language emphasizes these incongruities. The speaker uses a simile (in this simile, “like” is implied rather than explicit) to describe the way observers look at the house without actually seeing anything, “the way you always glance into tunnels and see nothing.” The box maze is not fun or beautiful but “like a trap,” a door knocker is not welcoming but “shaped like a gasping fish,” brocades are not elegant but “tall as the wicked queens in Italian tales.” Personification deepens this sense of mystery. The river “is after it now,” as if in pursuit of the house. The front door “waits,” prepared to swal-low up any visitors. The furniture is “draped and hooded and shaded,” calling to mind both ghosts and executioners. The final simile personifies the house as being “like old eyelids.” This image literally refers to the shutters opening slowly but also emphasizes age and decrepitude while suggesting that this house is alive, and watching you. In fact, all of these figures of speech suggest that something sinister is afoot. Apart from the one short sentence fragment — “Such rosy lamps!” — the sen-tences are fairly long and build through accumulation of detail. Most are in nor-mal word order with clauses and phrases added one after another to characterize the house and add description and qualification. One exception is an example of inverted syntax — “Deep in the red wall waits the front door” — a phrase that under-scores the menace of the entranceway. These sentences acquaint the reader with the house — and suggest something about the character of its owner, Mr. Marblehall. Through the eye of the speaker, we become wary of this place and its occupant. • ACTIVITY •Below is the conclusion to F. Scott Fitzgerald’s novel The Great Gatsby. At the end of the novel, its narrator, Nick Carraway, remembers Jay Gatsby as a person with a great “capacity for wonder.” Read the passage carefully. Then analyze how the style conveys this sense of Gatsby. From The Great GatsbyF. SCOTT FITZGERALDMost of the big shore places were closed now and there were hardly any lights except the shadowy, moving glow of a ferryboat across the Sound. And as the moon rose higher the inessential houses began to melt away until gradually I became aware of the old island here that flowered once for Dutch sailors’ 25THE ELEMENTS OF STYLEJAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in25 25JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in25 25 4/29/10 12:07:49 PM4/29/10 12:07:49 PMCHAPTER 2 • CLOSE READING26eyes — a fresh, green breast of the new world. Its vanished trees, the trees that had made way for Gatsby’s house, had once pandered in whispers to the last and greatest of all human dreams; for a transitory enchanted moment man must have held his breath in the presence of this continent, compelled into an aesthetic contemplation he neither understood nor desired, face to face for the last time in history with something commensurate to his capacity for wonder.And as I sat there brooding on the old, unknown world, I thought of Gatsby’s wonder when he first picked out the green light at the end of Daisy’s dock. He had come a long way to this blue lawn, and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him, somewhere back in that vast obscurity beyond the city, where the dark fields of the republic rolled on under the night. Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter — tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And one fine morning ——So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past. [1925]Special Considerations for Reading Poetry CloselyReading poetry and fiction closely requires the same careful attention to language, but when you read poetry closely, you will look at some additional elements of style and structure. RhymeAs you know, some poems rhyme and some — those written in free verse — do not. Rhyme at the end of a line is called end rhyme, while rhyme within a line of poetry is called internal rhyme. Eye (or sight) rhymes should be considered in addition to the rhymes you can hear. When an author uses poetic license to rhyme words that do not sound quite the same, it is called near rhyme. Rhyme is usually notated using letters of the alphabet. For instance, a simple quatrain or four-line stanza might rhyme abab, or be arranged as couplets that rhyme aabb. The pattern of rhyme for an entire poem is called its rhyme scheme. It can be useful to consider the effects of rhyme in a poem by charting its rhyme scheme; reading a rhyming poem out loud is also helpful. MeterThe lines in structured poems often follow a regular pattern of rhythm called a meter. Literally, meter counts the measure of a line, referring to the pattern of stressed or unstressed syllables, combinations of which we call feet. Iambic meter is by far the most common in English. An iamb is a poetic foot of two syllables with the stress, or accent, on JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in26 26JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in26 26 4/29/10 12:07:49 PM4/29/10 12:07:49 PMthe second, as in the word “again,” or the phrase “by far.” The two most common metric patterns are iambic pentameter, in which a line consists of five iambic feet, and iambic tetrameter, which measures four iambic feet. Notice how “To an Athlete Dying Young,” the Housman poem that you read, is in iambic tetrameter. Each of its lines follows a rhythm of four beats, each one an iambic foot with the emphasis on the second syllable:The time | you won | your town | the raceWe chaired | you through | the mar | ket-place.Notice how odd it would sound if you were to emphasize thefirst syllable. The time | you won | your town | the race. Shakespeare often uses blank verse — that is, unrhymed iambic pentameter. For example, in Hamlet (p. 720) the ghost speaks chiefly in blank verse. The same blank verse may be spoken in ten words of one syllable each, as in “To prick and sting her. Fare thee well at once,” or in as few as three words: “Unhouseled, disappointed, un-anealed.”FormPoetry is sometimes written in conventional forms that can give you hints about how the structure relates to the meaning of the poem. When you recognize a traditional form, consider whether it maintains the conventions or defies them. When you look at the structure of a poem that is not in a traditional form, try to figure out how it is organized. Is it a narrative, in which the action dictates the structure? Are the stanzas chronological, cause and effect, or question and answer? Look for word or sentence patterns or patterns of imagery that might reveal the relationships among the stan-zas. Ultimately, what you should be on the lookout for is how the structure reinforces the meaning of the poem.Although poems have many specialized forms, the most common is the sonnet. Traditionally written as love poems, the sonnet form has been used for a wide variety of purposes, including war poems, protest poems, and parodies. Sonnets generally consist of fourteen lines, usually in iambic pentameter, as you may observe in the opening lines of the Shakespearean sonnet you will read in this chapter (p. 36):When, in | dis- grace | with For- | tune and | men’s eyesI all | a- lone | be- weep | my out- | cast state.There are two classic types of sonnet. The Italian, or Petrarchan, sonnet is divided into an octave (eight lines) rhyming abba, abba and a sestet (six lines) with a variety of different rhyme schemes: cdcdcd, cdecde, or cddcdd. Traditionally, the octave raises an issue or expresses a doubt, and the sestet resolves the issue or doubt. The shift from the first to the second section is called the “turn.” The English, or Shakespearean, sonnet consists of three four-line stanzas and a couplet at the end. This type of sonnet rhymes abab, cdcd, efef, gg. The third stanza usually provides the turn, and the last two lines often close the sonnet with a witty remark.27SPECIAL CONSIDERATIONS FOR READING POETRY CLOSELY˘ ´ ˘ ´ ˘ ´ ˘ ´ ˘ ´˘ ´ ˘ ´˘ ´´ ´ ˘ ˘˘ ´ ˘ ˘ ´ ˘ ´´´˘ ´ ˘ ˘ ´ ˘ ´´ ˘ ´ ˘˘´ ´ ˘JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in27 27JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in27 27 4/29/10 12:07:49 PM4/29/10 12:07:49 PMCHAPTER 2 • CLOSE READING28Other common traditional forms include:• Elegy. A contemplative poem, usually for someone who has died.• Lyric. A short poem expressing the personal thoughts or feelings of a first-person speaker.• Ode. A form of poetry used to meditate on or address a single object or condition. It originally followed strict rules of rhythm and rhyme, but by the Romantic period it was more flexible.• Villanelle. A form of poetry in which five tercets, or three-line stanzas (rhyme scheme aba), are followed by a quatrain (rhyme scheme abaa). At the end of tercets two and four, the first line of tercet one is repeated. At the end of tercets three and five, the last line of tercet one is repeated. These two repeated lines, called refrain lines, are repeated again to conclude the quatrain. Much of the power of this form lies in its repeated lines and their subtly shifting sense or meaning over the course of the poem.Poetic SyntaxIn addition to looking at the principles of syntax already discussed, when analyzing poetry you will want to be on the lookout for enjambment (also called a run-on line, when one line ends without a pause and must continue into the next line to complete its meaning) and caesura (a pause within a line of poetry, sometimes punctuated, sometimes not). Consider also line length: are the poem’s lines long or short? Do the poem’s lines create a visual pattern? SoundSound is the musical quality of poetry. It can be created through some of the tech-niques we’ve already mentioned, such as rhyme, enjambment, and caesura. It can also be created by word choice, especially through alliteration (the repetition of initial consonant sounds in a sequence of words), assonance (the repetition of vowel sounds in a sequence of words), and onomatopoeia (use of a word that refers to a noise and whose pronunciation mimics that noise). Sound can also be created by rhythm and cadence (similar to rhythm, but related to the rise and fall of the voice). Like all of the elements of style, the key to analysis is to connect the sound of the poem to its meaning. Let’s consider form in “The Red Wheelbarrow,” a famous short poem by William Carlos Williams.so much dependsupona red wheelbarrowJAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in28 28JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in28 28 4/29/10 12:07:50 PM4/29/10 12:07:50 PMglazed with rain 5waterbeside the whitechickens.[1923]In only sixteen words, this poem demonstrates how form and sound can not only reinforce an image but can actually create meaning. In this piece, Williams creates a visual image, analogous to a still-life painting. Instead of treating the text as a sentence, he breaks it up into four couplets that guide the way we experience the language, and thus the ideas.The poem is written in free verse with no capitalization or internal punctuation, so we approach it word by word. The use of enjambment stops us at each interval as if Williams is asking us to consider carefully as we go along. He begins, “so much depends,” stressing the verb and reinforcing how much is at stake by pausing there before continu-ing to the next line. By giving the preposition “upon” its own line, he seems to be with-holding the central image of the poem, thus making it even starker when, in the second stanza, we encounter “a red wheel / barrow.” The monosyllables in the third line give us a closer perspective and break the image down into its parts. Even the word “wheel-barrow” is divided, perhaps to remind us that it is a compound — and crafted — word, just as the wheelbarrow itself is a well-crafted tool (a wheel + a barrow). In the next stanza, Williams vividly develops the image: the red wheelbarrow is “glazed with rain / water,” giving us a clearer sense of its texture and appearance. The fourth cou-plet adds a contrast of color and movement when the position of the wheelbarrow is described as “beside the white / chickens” — static red juxtaposed with moving white. The sounds reinforce the sensuous image being created. Williams unifies the first and second stanzas with the long o sounds present in the words “so” and “barrow.” The alliteration of r in “red” and “rain” links the second and third stanzas, as does the assonance of “glazed” with “rain” and “beside” with “white.” The ch of “much” in the opening line echoes in the final line’s “chickens,” bringing the poem full circle.Thus, even a modern poem — one that does not have the formality or strict rules of a villanelle or sonnet — illustrates the importance of form and sound. By arranging a series of very simple words, carefully chosen and placed, Williams turns a straight-forward declarative sentence into a vivid image full of subtle shades of meaning. Now that you have some familiarity with the elements of style specific to poetry, you can use them when reading poetry closely. Here are some questions you can ask of any text:Rhyme• Does the poem have a regular rhyme scheme? If so, what is it? • What other types of rhymes does the poem include, such as internal rhymes, sight rhymes, or near rhymes? • How does the rhyme scheme affect the poem’s sound, tone, or meaning?29SPECIAL CONSIDERATIONS FOR READING POETRY CLOSELYJAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in29 29JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in29 29 4/29/10 12:07:50 PM4/29/10 12:07:50 PMCHAPTER 2 • CLOSE READING30Meter• Does the poem have a regular meter? If so, what is it? • Read the poem aloud. How does the meter affect the tone of the poem? For instance, does the meter make the poem seem formal, informal, singsongy, celebratory, somber?Form• Does the poem follow a traditional form? If so, which?• If the poem follows a traditional form, but has untraditional content, what might be the poet’s purpose in subverting the traditional form? • If the poem does not follow a traditional form, what sort of logic structures the poem? For instance, why are the stanzas broken as they are? What is the relationship among the stanzas?Poetic Syntax• What examples of enjambment can you find? How does the enjambment affect the sound and meaning of the line?• What examples of caesura can you find? What is the impact of the caesura? • If the poem has sentences, are they long or short or a combination of the two? How does the length of the sentences relate to the meaning of the poem? Sound• How does the poem use rhyme, meter, form, and poetic syntax to create sound?• How does the poem use repetition, such as alliteration and assonance, to cre-ate sound? • How do the sounds created in the poem connect to the meaning of the poem? • ACTIVITY •Use the following sonnet by John Keats to answer the questions above.Bright Star, would I were stedfast as thou art —JOHN KEATSBright Star, would I were stedfast as thou art — Not in lone splendor hung aloft the night,And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,1The moving waters at their priestlike task 5 Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,Or gazing on the new soft-fallen masque Of snow upon the mountains and the moors —1Hermit, particularly one under a religious vow. — Eds.JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in30 30JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in30 30 4/29/10 12:07:50 PM4/29/10 12:07:50 PMNo — yet still stedfast, still unchangeable Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast, 10To feel for ever its soft swell and fall, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,And so live ever — or else swoon to death — [1820]A Sample Close AnalysisNow that we’ve considered some of the specific techniques poets use to convey their message, let’s look at a poem by Robert Herrick, “Delight in Disorder,” in which he describes the appeal of dressing in a way that is careless — or seemingly so. A sweet disorder in the dressKindles in clothes a wantonness.A lawn1 about the shoulders thrownInto a fine distraction;An erring lace, which here and there 5Enthralls the crimson stomacher,2A cuff neglectful, and therebyRibbons to flow confusedly;A winning wave, deserving note,In the tempestuous petticoat; 10A careless shoestring, in whose tieI see a wild civility;Do more bewitch me than when artIs too precise in every part. [1648]This is a great poem for practicing close reading. Written over 350 years ago, it may seem difficult at first; after a few readings, though, its meaning becomes clear, and it offers some obvious examples of how style and structure create deeper mean-ing and nuance. First, be sure you understand what Herrick is talking about. The speaker describes in detail a woman’s clothing — style, color, and fabric. Some of the vocabulary is unfamiliar to readers today, such as lawn and stomacher. Other words, such as pet-ticoat, may be archaic, but you have probably come across them before. As always, if you don’t know what something means, you should look it up. As you read the poem, you might have noticed the personification. The speaker notes the “fine distraction” of the scarf thrown over the woman’s shoulders, a “cuff” 31SPECIAL CONSIDERATIONS FOR READING POETRY CLOSELY1Linen scarf. — Eds.2A piece of stiff, embroidered cloth worn over the stomach. — Eds.JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in31 31JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in31 31 4/29/10 12:07:50 PM4/29/10 12:07:50 PMCHAPTER 2 • CLOSE READING32that is “neglectful,” ribbons that “flow confusedly,” and a “tempestuous petticoat.” The personification suggests that the clothes reflect qualities of the person wearing them. Similarly, the “erring lace” “[e]nthralls the crimson stomacher,” as if a mere decoration could take such deliberate action. Two oxymorons (paradoxes made up of two seem-ingly contradictory words) support the possibility that something is going on other than the literal description of clothing. The opening line refers to a “sweet disorder,” but most would consider disorder unsettling, hardly “sweet”; later, the speaker sees a “wild civility,” another seeming contradiction, because how can “civility” — or courteous behavior — be “wild”? Now that you’re aware of the personification and the oxymorons in this poem, reread it to see if you can pick up on what they suggest. Note the words suggesting passion: Kindles, wantonness, crimson, tempestuous, and bewitch. Is this poem actually about seduction? If so, its indirect manner is not overtly sexual or vulgar but flirtatious, sly, even mischievous. Alliteration adds a teas-ing singsong quality: “Delight . . . Disorder,” “winning wave,” and “precise . . . part.” Further, the symmetry of the alliteration brings a bit of order into the description of disorder — but only a bit. We might look to the structure of the poem for further evidence of the playful tone. The structure seems regular and predictable. The fourteen lines are presented in seven rhymed pairs, or couplets, most having eight syllables. The opening and closing couplets have exactly rhyming final syllables (“dress” / “wantonness” and “art” / “part”). Notice the neatly repeating parallel structure of lines 3, 5, 7, 9, and 11. However, there are inconsistencies within the poem. Some of the rhymes are only near rhymes (e.g., ll. 11 and 12: “tie” does not rhyme with “civility”). The poem’s lines are in iambic tetrameter, but the rhythm is not always even. The evenness of the opening line, for instance (“A sweet disorder in the dress”) is violated by line 10 (“In the tempestuous petticoat”). It seems Herrick’s contention that “disorder” can be “sweet” is reflected in the structure of the poem.Or, put in more thematic terms, Herrick might be reminding us that appearances can be deceiving, that perfection may not be as appealing as charming imperfections. Or, given the cultural mores of his time dictating strict outward propriety, he might be telling his readers that passion lurks just beneath the veneer of polite society. • ACTIVITY •Spend some time reading the following poem by Simon Ortiz closely. Analyze how the poem’s style and structure help the reader understand why the speaker needs his father’s song and what that song might be. My Father’s SongSIMON ORTIZWanting to say things,I miss my father tonight.His voice, the slight catch,JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in32 32JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in32 32 4/29/10 12:07:51 PM4/29/10 12:07:51 PMthe depth from his thin chest,the tremble of emotion 5in something he has just saidto his son, his song: We planted corn one Spring at Acu — we planted several times but this one particular time 10 I remember the soft damp sand in my hand. My father had stopped at one point to show me an overturned furrow; the plowshare had unearthed 15 the burrow nest of a mouse in the soft moist sand. Very gently, he scooped tiny pink animals into the palm of his hand and told me to touch them. 20 We took them to the edge of the field and put them in the shade of a sand moist clod. I remember the very softness of cool and warm sand and tiny alive mice 25 and my father saying things. [1977]Talking with the TextTo become a more careful reader, the most important and helpful thing you can do is read, read, and reread, but there are some techniques that can make your reading moreactive. The most important point to keep in mind is that your goal is not simply to identify and list literary elements — although that’s a first step — but to analyze their effect. In other words, how do the choices the writer makes help to deliver the work’s message or meaning? We’ll discuss several strategies to help you become a more active reader, a reader who goes beyond summary to analysis and interpretation. Think Aloud As we mentioned at the beginning of this chapter, the first step to close reading is to start asking questions. These can be simple ones (such as the meaning of unfamiliar vocabu-lary) or more complex ones (such as the meaning suggested by figurative language). Since the goal is to “talk with the text,” a good place to start is by talking to one another. 33TALKING WITH THE TEXTJAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in33 33JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in33 33 4/29/10 12:07:51 PM4/29/10 12:07:51 PMCHAPTER 2 • CLOSE READING34Pair up with a classmate and take turns reading and thinking out loud; that is, read a line or a sentence, then stop and comment. See what your partner has to say. Then let him or her read the next line or sentence, and repeat the process until you’ve finished the text. Although your comments can go in a number of directions, here are a few suggestions:• Pose questions about something that confuses you or about a possible inter-pretation• Identify unfamiliar vocabulary or allusions • Note specific stylistic elements and their effect• Rephrase inverted lines• Make connections within the poem, or passage of fiction, noting any repeti-tions, patterns, or contrastsOnce you’ve gone through the text carefully by reading, talking, questioning, and analyzing, you have a strong foundation to either contribute to a discussion in a larger group or prepare to write about the piece. • ACTIVITY •Think aloud with a partner on the following poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti. Keep in mind that the title reflects an old English proverb: “Promises are like pie-crust, made to be broken.” Promises like Pie-CrustCHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTIPromise me no promises, So will I not promise you; Keep we both our liberties, Never false and never true: Let us hold the die uncast, 5 Free to come as free to go; For I cannot know your past, And of mine what can you know? You, so warm, may once have been Warmer towards another one; 10I, so cold, may once have seen Sunlight, once have felt the sun: Who shall show us if it was Thus indeed in time of old? Fades the image from the glass 15 And the fortune is not told. JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in34 34JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in34 34 4/29/10 12:07:51 PM4/29/10 12:07:51 PMIf you promised, you might grieve For lost liberty again; If I promised, I believe I should fret to break the chain: 20Let us be the friends we were, Nothing more but nothing less; Many thrive on frugal fare Who would perish of excess. [1861]AnnotationAnnotation is simply noting on the page words that strike you, phrases that confuse or thrill you, or places where you want to talk back to the speaker or narrator. Your goal is to record ideas and impressions for later analysis. If you are not allowed to write in your book, make your annotations on sticky notes attached to the outside margins of the pages. Why bother to do this? Here’s what well-known scholar and avid reader Mortimer Adler says: Why is marking up a book indispensable to reading? First, it keeps you awake. (And I don’t mean merely conscious; I mean awake.) In the second place, reading, if it is active, is thinking, and thinking tends to express itself in words, spoken or written. The marked book is usually the thought-through book. Finally, writing helps you remember the thought you had, or the thoughts the author expressed. (How to Read a Book) So whether you use sticky notes, highlight passages, or write comments directly in the margins, annotation helps you become a better reader. There are no hard-and-fast rules for annotating properly, but the following approach is a good way to get started. On your first reading, circle or highlight words or phrases that are interesting or unfamiliar, as well as any elements of style. Note in the margins or on a sticky note why you are circling or highlighting these words. If you just circle, or just highlight, you will soon forget why you did so. Don’t worry if you can’t remember the literary term for what you find; just describe it. Note words that stand out for their beauty or oddity as well as words you need to look up. Don’t hesitate to make an educated guess at their meaning. On your second reading, move from investigating individual words and phrases to making larger-scale observations. If you see patterns, words, or ideas that seem to connect to one another or are repeated, circle those words or ideas and use lines to connect them. Note shifts in tone or viewpoint. Underline lines or passages that you think are important for understanding the meaning of the poem or passage. Look for themes in the piece. Pose questions. You might want to use colored pencils to differ-entiate your first-reading annotations from your second-reading annotations. Think of this as a work in progress, an emerging interpretation. You may change your mind later, but annotating will record how your thinking develops.35TALKING WITH THE TEXTJAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in35 35JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in35 35 4/29/10 12:07:51 PM4/29/10 12:07:51 PMCHAPTER 2 • CLOSE READING36After the third reading, write for three to five minutes about the work. Paraphrase it, and then react to it as a whole and to its parts. Respond to the work in any way you like. Informal, exploratory writing can help you begin to understand what you read. Here is an example of annotation, using William Shakespeare’s Sonnet 29:First ReadingWhen, in disgrace with Fortune and men’s eyes,I all alone beweep my outcast state,And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,And look upon myself and curse my fate,Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, 5Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,Desiring this man’s art, and that man’s scope,With what I most enjoy contented least,Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,Haply I think on thee, and then my state, 10Like to the lark at break of day arisingFrom sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate; For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.[1609]Second Reading When, in disgrace with Fortune and men’s eyes,I all alone beweep my outcast state,And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,And look upon myself and curse my fate,Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,Desiring this man’s art, and that man’s scope,With what I most enjoy contented least,Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,Haply I think on thee, and then my state,Like to the lark at break of day arisingFrom sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate; For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.[1609]More personifi cationPersonifi cation? Look up? odd use of this wordMore personifi cationMultiple meaningsSounds like “Happily” More personifi cationPersonifi cation? Look up? odd use of this wordMore personifi cationMultiple meaningsLong simile!Sounds like “Happily” Shift in toneContrast: cries vs. singsRepeated references to wealth . . . but of hope of friendsRepetition of “state” Dual meaning?Juxtaposing heaven & earth. Earthly things (wealth) not as important as love.Key! They're poor, but they have each otherLong simile!JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in36 36JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in36 36 4/29/10 12:07:51 PM4/29/10 12:07:51 PM37TALKING WITHTHE TEXTExploratory WritingIn this Shakespearean sonnet, the speaker seems miserable at first. He’s crying about being an outcast. I’m not sure about those “bootless cries.” He says he’s jealous of people who have it better than he has it. He envies people with hope, with talent, with friends, and with scope (not sure what that means, but maybe more open-minded?). He seems to also just wish he had more money. He uses words related to fortune and wealth a few times in the poem, once in the first line, again in line 5, and finally in the second- to-last line, but the meaning is a little different each time. Something happens around line 9, with the word “Yet.” Just when he hates himself the most (“almost despising”), he thinks of someone (his beloved?) and the whole tone of the poem changes. Suddenly birds are singing “hymns at heaven’s gate.” And they’re larks — morning birds, if I remember from Romeo & Juliet — which suggests they’re pretty optimistic. By the last line the speaker has decided that he wouldn’t trade places with a king. It seems as though the speaker is reflecting on how we often get down on ourselves when we are criticized or when things don’t go our way. When the speaker is most depressed, he has only to think of how he is loved, and his optimism returns. He no longer wishes to trade places with those who seem more fortunate (like kings) because somebody loves him. Lucky guy.Graphic OrganizerAnother approach to close reading is to use a graphic organizer, which helps break the poem or passage of fiction down into specific areas for commentary. Your teacher may divide the text for you, or you may discover the divisions as you begin your analysis. For poetry, you can always use the line or stanza divisions as natural break-ing points. The graphic organizer on pages 38–39 asks you first to paraphrase what the poem is saying, then to identify a literary element by name or description, and finally to consider its effect. Setting up the close reading in such a structured way guides you through an analysis that does not stop with simple restatement or even identification of elements of style but links them to effect and meaning. JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in37 37JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in37 37 4/29/10 12:07:52 PM4/29/10 12:07:52 PMCHAPTER 2 • CLOSE READING38 PARAPHRASE (PUT IN YOUR LINES OWN WORDS OR SUMMARIZE) When things are bad, he cries about it by himself.God doesn’t listen to speaker; he is miserable and self-pitying.List of anonymous people the speaker envies.When he’s just about hating himself, by chance he thinks of his beloved.Compares state of mind to lark, singing heavenly music.His beloved makes him feel so wealthy that he wouldn’t trade places with a king.When, in disgrace with Fortune and men’s eyes,I all alone beweep my outcast state,And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,And look upon myself and curse my fate,Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,Desiring this man’s art, and that man’s scope,With what I most enjoy contented least,Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state,Like to the lark at break of day arisingFrom sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate;For thy sweet love remembered such wealth bringsThat then I scorn to change my state with kings.JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in38 38JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in38 38 4/29/10 12:07:52 PM4/29/10 12:07:52 PM39TALKING WITH THE TEXTELEMENT OF STYLE EFFECT OR FUNCTION“Fortune” refers to both wealth and luck.Inversion “all alone” before “beweep” “outcast state.”Figures of speech “bootless cries” “deaf heaven.”The word “like” is repeated.Second word related to wealth: “rich.”Quatrain ends with “contented least”; line also has unconventional word order.Shift — “Yet” Diction — “Haply” Repetition — second “state”Simile — his state is like a lark.“hymns” and “heaven”Repetition — third “state”; third reference to wealth.Word order is straightforward in last line.First reference to words connected to money or riches.Inversion sounds more formal, mournful, sadder.First appearance of three “states.”“Bootless” means “useless” but more pathetic — suggests bare feet.He’s so pathetic that heaven offers no comfort; he can only look inward.The speaker wants so badly to be someone else that he says it twice; there is no “I” in these lines, just those more fortunate than he is.A person with hope seems “rich” to the speaker.Quatrain ends on a negative note.Tone shifts with “Yet.” “Haply” means “by chance” but sounds like happily.“State” a little better this time.The lark — associated with morning — suggests awakening.Word choices change the sonnet’s mood and tone.The poem ends with a direct, clear state-ment of what makes the speaker feel fortunate, rich, and wealthy — and it’s not money. He’s content with the “state” he’s in. Word order is traditional: subject, verb, object. Order is restored.JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in39 39JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in39 39 4/29/10 12:07:52 PM4/29/10 12:07:52 PMCHAPTER 2 • CLOSE READING40• ACTIVITY •The following passage is from the opening of Nathaniel Hawthorne’s novel The Scarlet Letter. Annotate the passage using the three-step process we have described.From The Scarlet LetterNATHANIEL HAWTHORNEA throng of bearded men, in sad-colored garments and gray, steeple-crowned hats, intermixed with women, some wearing hoods, and others bareheaded, was assembled in front of a wooden edifice, the door of which was heavily timbered with oak, and studded with iron spikes.The founders of a new colony, whatever Utopia of human virtue and happiness they might originally project, have invariably recognized it among their earliest practical necessities to allot a portion of the virgin soil as a cemetery, and another portion as the site of a prison. In accordance with this rule, it may safely be assumed that the forefathers of Boston had built the first prison-house, somewhere in the vicinity of Cornhill, almost as seasonably as they marked out the first burial-ground, on Isaac Johnson’s lot, and round about his grave, which subsequently became the nucleus of all the congregated sepulchres in the old church-yard of King’s Chapel. Certain it is, that, some fifteen or twenty years after the settlement of the town, the wooden jail was already marked with weather-stains and other indi-cations of age, which gave a yet darker aspect to its beetle-browed and gloomy front. The rust on the ponderous iron-work of its oaken door looked more antique than any thing else in the new world. Like all that pertains to crime, it seemed never to have known a youthful era. Before this ugly edifice, and between it and the wheel-track of the street, was a grass-plot, much overgrown with burdock, pig-weed, apple-peru, and such unsightly vegetation, which evidently found some-thing congenial in the soil that had so early borne the black flower of civilized society, a prison. But, on one side of the portal, and rooted almost at the threshold, was a wild rose-bush, covered, in this month of June, with its delicate gems, which might be imagined to offer their fragrance and fragile beauty to the prisoner as he went in, and to the condemned criminal as he came forth to his doom, in token that the deep heart of Nature could pity and be kind to him.This rose-bush, by a strange chance, has been kept alive in history; but whether it had merely survived out of the stern old wilderness, so long after the fall of the gigantic pines and oaks that originally overshadowed it, — or whether, as there is fair authority for believing, it had sprung up under the footsteps of the sainted Ann Hutchinson, as she entered the prison-door, — we shall not take upon us to determine. Finding itto reading and writing are revisited repeatedly in the subse-quent thematic chapters through the discussion and close reading questions that follow each piece of literature, as well as in the Conversation, Student Writing, and Writer’s Craft sections at the end of each thematic chapter. The literature in this book is organized thematically to foster classroom conversation and promote connections between and among texts. The themes in this book — Home and Family, Identity and Culture, Love and Relationships, Conformity and Rebellion, Art and the Artist, Tradition and Progress, and War and Peace — are those our students have found engaging, and they can easily be adapted for use with longer works of literature. We know from our own experience, as well as from research such as the National Endowment for the Humanities “Reading at Risk” report, that many students today are not read-ing poetry, fi ction, and drama with the same enthusiasm as previous generations; however, students remain interested in big questions — social, political, eco-nomic, aesthetic, and literary. The thematic arrangement of this book offers them the opportunity to consider such questions through the eyes of William Shake-speare and Naomi Shihab Nye, Homer and Walt Whitman, Franz Kafka and Gwendolyn Brooks, whose literary texts offer compelling perspectives on com-plex human issues. As students grapple with these issues, they read the literature closely and even reread one text in light of another. Each thematic chapter includes a wide variety of classic and contemporary fi ction, poetry, drama, nonfi ction, and visual texts that are rich, rigorous, and appealing to sixteen- to eighteen-year-olds. A Classic Text and a Modern Text of signifi cant literary merit begin and anchor each thematic chapter. These works invite students to delve deeply into the theme, JAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indviii viiiJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indviii viii 4/29/10 12:06:14 PM4/29/10 12:06:14 PMforming a foundation for interpreting the stories and poems in the rest of the chapter. The Classic Texts challenge students to read literature from an earlier time, written for a very different audience, with syntax and vocabulary that may be unfamiliar. These Classic Texts, which include such works as Heart of Dark-ness, Hamlet, and The Importance of Being Earnest, enlarge students’ background knowledge by offering windows into other times and other worlds. The Modern Texts range from selections written by late twentieth-century writers, such as James Baldwin and Flannery O’Connor, to pieces written by celebrated contem-porary authors such as Edwidge Danticat and Jhumpa Lahiri. The Classic and Modern Texts are followed by a collection of short stories and poems that span the ages, drawing from diverse authors who offer varying interpretations of the chapter’s theme. Bridging the old and new emphasizes that many questions and issues — about the nature of war, or the role of the artist, for example — have captivated and puzzled humanity through the ages and across cultures. Contemporary literary voices such as Billy Collins, Sandra Cisneros, and Sherman Alexie are living proof that these issues continue to be vital. Probing questions after each selection guide students’ reading and scaffold their emerging interpretation of the works.The Classic and Modern Texts are followed by these types of questions:• Questions for Discussion invite students to investigate the text, probing the work for meaning, and direct students’ attention to important ideas in the story, poem, or play. • Questions on Style and Structure get students to focus on the technical and artistic aspects of the work. Responding to these questions will help students begin to analyze the tools writers employ to achieve an effect and prepare them for the kinds of essay and multiple-choice questions they will face on exams.• Suggestions for Writing offer students multiple opportunities to use writ-ing to explore their developing understanding of a text. In every set of writ-ing suggestions, students are offered one or more questions resembling those on the AP exam, and in some cases students are asked to try their hand at the techniques the author has used. Other selections in the book are accompanied by Exploring the Text questions that call for close careful reading and ask students to discuss and interpret the work. These questions allow students to practice what they have learned in the opening chapters and to broaden their experience of literature. Suggestions for Writing at the end of each chapter are prompts for longer writing projects. Most require the use of multiple literary sources — an important skill in col-lege classes.ixPREFACEJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indix ixJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indix ix 4/29/10 12:06:14 PM4/29/10 12:06:14 PMOne pair of poems in each thematic chapter provides practice in comparison and contrast, a key Advanced Placement Literature skill. The paired poems encourage students to explore different types of connections, whether the poems have similar topics, rely on similar allusions, represent differ-ent perspectives on the same subject, or even express similar emotions through different styles. These pairs help students go beyond surface similarities in order to understand both poems in greater depth. Visual texts in each thematic chapter help students develop visual literacy and expand their analytical vocabulary. Every chapter features a painting or photograph related to the chapter’s theme with supporting Exploring the Text questions that invite students to analyze the images with the same analytical tools that they use for literary texts. In addition to exposing students to fi ne art and photography, these pieces give visual learners and students gifted with an artistic eye a chance to shine. In some chapters, we have even paired a visual text with a poem; for example, in the chapter on Love and Relationships, we have paired Gustav Klimt’s painting The Kiss with Lawrence Ferlinghetti’s poem “Short Story on a Painting of Gustav Klimt.” Such pairings offer students the oppor-tunity to compare treatments of a theme across different media.The Conversation sections in each thematic chapter ask students to apply high-level thinking skills to a collection of fi ction, poetry, nonfi ction, and visual texts. Synthesizing ideas is one of the highest levels of cognition. Some students may have been introduced to this skill in an Advanced Placement English Language and Composition class in preparation for the synthesis essay question. Here, we ask stu-dents to use that same skill to explore a variety of literary, cultural, and historical issues. The topics and texts range in diffi culty from familiar and high-interest topics such as “Courtship: The Rules of Engagement” and “The Lure and Language of Food” to more academic inquiries such as “Seamus Heaney: The Responsibility of the Artist” and “The Legacy of Colonialism.” Through a series of questions and writing prompts, students are invited to enter the conversation and express their viewpoints on the subject in light of the readings.Writer on Writing interviews in each thematic chapter were conducted exclusively for Literature & Composition, giving students a unique look into an author’s world. The author interviews offer students a glimpse of who the authors are and why they wrote what they wrote. For instance, in the Love and Relationships chapter, students can read how Annie Finch wrote her poem “Coy Mistress” in an attempt PREFACExJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indx xJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indx x 4/29/10 12:06:14 PM4/29/10 12:06:14 PMto “channel the coy mistress herself and write in a way she would have written had she responded to [Andrew] Marvell.” Hearing professional writers discuss their composing processes helps students put theirso directly on the threshold of our narrative, which is now about to issue from that inauspicious portal, we could hardly do otherwise than pluck one of its flowers and present it to the reader. It may serve, let us hope, to symbolize some sweet moral blossom, that may be found along the track, or relieve the darkening close of a tale of human frailty and sorrow. [1850]JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in40 40JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in40 40 4/29/10 12:07:52 PM4/29/10 12:07:52 PM41FROM ANALYSIS TO ESSAY: WRITING A CLOSE ANALYSIS ESSAYFrom Analysis to Essay: Writing a Close Analysis EssayIt should be clear by now that the closer we examine a piece of writing on the word and sentence level, the closer we come to understanding its deeper level of meaning. When we write about literature, it is those deeper levels that we are interested in; otherwise, we run the risk of summarizing a work rather than analyzing it.Let’s do a close reading of “Slam, Dunk, & Hook” by Yusef Komunyakaa. Begin by reading the piece and formulating some first-impression questions and observations.Fast breaks. Lay ups. With Mercury’sInsignia on our sneakers,We outmaneuvered the footworkOf bad angels. Nothing but a hotSwish of strings like silk 5Ten feet out. In the roundhouseLabyrinth our bodiesCreated, we could almostLast forever, poised in midairLike storybook sea monsters. 10A high note hung thereA long second. OffThe rim. We’d corkscrewUp & dunk balls that explodedThe skullcap of hope & good 15Intention. Bug-eyed, lanky,All hands & feet . . . sprung rhythm.We were metaphysical when girlsCheered on the sidelines.Tangled up in a falling, 20Muscles were a bright motorDouble-flashing to the metal hoopNailed to our oak.When Sonny Boy’s mama diedHe played nonstop all day, so hard 25Our backboard splintered.Glistening with sweat, we jibed& rolled the ball off ourFingertips. TroubleWas there slapping a blackjack 30Against an open palm.Dribble, drive to the inside, feint,& glide like a sparrow hawk.Lay ups. Fast breaks.We had moves we didn’t know 35We had. Our bodies spunOn swivels of bone & faith,Through a lyric slipknotJAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in41 41JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in41 41 4/29/10 12:07:53 PM4/29/10 12:07:53 PMCHAPTER 2 • CLOSE READING42Allusion: Greek godStrong visual and tactile imagery. AlliterationAnother allusion. All to things that are mythical, and possibly dangerousBegins with matter-of-fact toneOxymoron. Refers to opponents. Symbolic?Great metaphor! Another allusionInteresting contrast with fast pace of the poem {Of joy, & we knew we wereBeautiful & dangerous. 40 [1992]AnalyzingSometimes it’s helpful to start by summarizing the work in one sentence, just so you’re sure what’s going on.In “Slam, Dunk, & Hook,” the speaker expresses how basketball provided an escape from his life’s troubles.Clearly, even this initial statement engages in a certain level of interpretation — not only does it state that the poem is about basketball, but it also draws the inference that the speaker’s life was troubled and that basketball was his means of escape. The next step is examining what makes the poem more complex than this brief summary. How does Komunyakaa convey a sense of exuberance? of joy? of danger? How does he make the situation something we feel rather than just read about? Let’s begin our analysis by thinking a bit about the poem’s title. It’s all about action, about moves. But a “slam dunk” is just one move, so why is there a comma between “Slam” and “Dunk”? Does this construction anticipate the rhythm in the poem itself ? Our next consideration could be the speaker, who is evidently reflect-ing on a time in his youth when he played basketball with his friends. The speaker describes the “metal hoop” that was “Nailed to [their] oak” and a backboard “splin-tered” by hard use. We’re not in the world of professional sports or even in the school gym. You will probably notice some things about the poem as a whole, such as its short lines, strong verbs, and vivid images. Keep those things in mind as you take a look at the following annotation, where we examine the way specific elements of style and structure add layers of meaning to Komunyakaa’s poem. We’ll use the three-step annotation process introduced on pages 35–37.Slam, Dunk, & HookYUSEF KOMUNYAKAAFast breaks. Lay ups. With Mercury’sInsignia on our sneakers,We outmaneuvered the footworkOf bad angels. Nothing but a hotSwish of strings like silk 5Ten feet out. In the roundhouseLabyrinth our bodiesCreated, we could almostLast forever, poised in midairLike storybook sea monsters. 10A high note hung thereA long second. OffThe rim. We’d corkscrewJAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in42 42JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in42 42 4/29/10 12:07:53 PM4/29/10 12:07:53 PM43FROM ANALYSIS TO ESSAY: WRITING A CLOSE ANALYSIS ESSAYGood descriptionRefers to tree, but oak is strong. Is basketball the player’s “oak”?Returns to vivid description, but tone is reverent, not boastful Personifi cationLook upRealizing potentialInteresting. Game is more than physicalShift in tone. Not about their power, but power of the game.Inversion of fi rst lineKey idea.Contrast between their powerful play and awkward bodiesPowerful image Up & dunk balls that explodedThe skullcap of hope & good 15Intention. Bug-eyed, lanky,All hands & feet . . . sprung rhythm.We were metaphysical when girlsCheered on the sidelines.Tangled up in a falling, 20Muscles were a bright motorDouble-flashing to the metal hoopNailed to our oak.When Sonny Boy’s mama diedHe played nonstop all day, so hard 25Our backboard splintered.Glistening with sweat, we jibed& rolled the ball off ourFingertips. TroubleWas there slapping a blackjack 30Against an open palm.Dribble, drive to the inside, feint,& glide like a sparrow hawk.Lay ups. Fast breaks.We had moves we didn’t know 35We had. Our bodies spunOn swivels of bone & faith,Through a lyric slipknotOf joy, & we knew we wereBeautiful & dangerous. 40 [1992]Exploratory WritingA “slam dunk” is a type of shot in basketball — a skillful play, and a little victory in itself, so you say about something you did really well, “It was a slam dunk.” But Komunyakaa separates the two words as if “slam” and “dunk” — and “hook” — are separate. Maybe there are connoisseurs of the game who know the difference between a slam and a dunk? But the commas create a sense of jerky movement, abruptness. The title is fragmented, just like the images in the poem — lines break up sentences, some sentences aren’t full sentences, lots of strong verbs are used (“outmaneuvered,” “poised,” “corkscrew,” “exploded,” “tangled up,” “rolled,” “dribble,” “glide”). Maybe the poet has pent-up emotion or maybe he is signifying that the players do. All the motion and movement gets played out in the game, but even the basketball court can’t contain it. There’s energy but also anger. The speaker (Komunyakaa?) is remembering, so the images might be fragmented the way memory is often thought to be. Still, even with the fragmentation, these guys are beautiful, almost majestic in the way they fly and spin in the air and take control of the ball. JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in43 43JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in43 43 4/29/10 12:07:53 PM4/29/10 12:07:53 PMCHAPTER 2 • CLOSE READING44Playing basketball’s a release for some, like the way Sonny Boy tries to forget the pain of his mother’s death when he’s on the court. He plays until the “backboard splintered,” just like his emotions are splintered. I think these young black men — their race isn’t actually mentioned, but you get a sense that they’re African American like Komunyakaa — are overflowing with potential to defy their hard lives and racial oppression. They take out their anger on the basketball court.Those references to “Mercury” and “sea monsters” are about gods, mythical creatures who are superhuman. That’s how the players feel on the court, where being young and strong means everything. But off the court — it’s a different world. There is no denying that doing a detailed annotation like this one takes time. But understanding a text with layers of meaning requires time and attention to detail, espe-cially if you are preparing to write about it. Plus, once you have examined the work so closely, you’ll have already found ideas and evidence to use in your essay. Developing a Thesis StatementWhen it comes time to write a close analysis essay, the first thing to do is formulate a thesis statement. You may end up changing it as you go, but having some idea of your argument will help you stay focused. Your teacher will likely have provided you with a prompt or an assignment, and if you’ve done a thorough job of reading and taking notes in the form of annotation or a graphic organizer, you will probably have more ideas than you can actually use in the essay. For example, your reading may have revealed the intense and vivid imagery that Komunyakaa develops. You may have also noticed mythic allusions to Mercury and sea monsters, and underlying themes — like the transformative power of the game. You might also have noticed the feeling that trouble always seems to be looming nearby, but never seems to touch the players while they’re playing. You may have noted the poem’s syntax, with lines that alternate between sentences and fragments. Does this pattern suggest the quick movements of the game? There are several ways to approach this poem and many possible interpretations.Let’s say your teacher has assigned you the following prompt:Write an essay in which you discuss how the style and structure of Yusef Komunyakaa’s “Slam, Dunk, & Hook” convey the speaker’s attitude toward the game of basketball.Remember, your thesis must be an interpretation: an argument about the meaning of the poem that you will support with evidence from the text. You should avoid creat-ing a thesis statement that is so broad that it just restates the prompt or assignment, such as the following:Yusef Komunyakaa uses style and structure to convey the speaker’s attitude toward the game of basketball in his poem “Slam, Dunk, & Hook.”Not only does this thesis fail to mention which specific elements the writer plans to discuss, but it also fails to identify the speaker’s attitude. The thesis needs to focus JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in44 44JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in44 44 4/29/10 12:07:53 PM4/29/10 12:07:53 PMon specific characteristics of the poem’s style and structure, so that in the body of the essay you can analyze how they help convey your interpretation of the speaker’s attitude toward the game of basketball. On the other hand, it is important not to narrow your thesis so much that there is nothing to say about it, such as the following:In “Slam, Dunk, & Hook,” Yusef Komunyakaa uses classical allusions.Although this thesis isolates a style element — classical allusions — it does not interpret the speaker’s attitude, nor does it recognize the complexity of the poem. You could not discuss a thesis like this for long before running out of things to say. A good thesis should be expressed clearly and should inform the reader of the essay’s purpose. It is the backbone of your essay, and everything in the essay will connect to it. Working with the prompt above, let’s consider the poem’s style and structure. Looking back at what we’ve noted about “Slam, Dunk, & Hook” in the annotations, we see many vivid images of action, grace, beauty, and the players’ “sprung rhythm.” We also find danger: the danger of a “roundhouse / Labyrinth,” and “Trouble . . . slapping a blackjack / Against an open palm.” The players are also “Beautiful & dan-gerous,” and when they are on the court they are able to outmaneuver the “bad angels” in their lives. The game seems to help the players both escape the world, and transcend it. They are not just playing basketball with a rickety hoop nailed to an oak tree; they are gods like “Mercury,” they are “sea monsters,” they are “metaphysical.” Remembering that it is always important to address a work’s complexity, we might develop the following thesis — though this is only one possibility — for an essay that examines the way the style and structure of “Slam, Dunk, & Hook” conveys the speaker’s attitude.In “Slam, Dunk, & Hook,” Yusef Komunyakaa uses vivid images, classical allusions, and metaphors to characterize the game that offers both escape and transcendence for its players. Organizing a Close Analysis EssayOnce you have an idea for a thesis statement — and, remember, it can change as you plan and write — think about the way you will support it. Look back at the text and at your notes. Think about the ideas that inspired your thesis. Your essay might be organized around the style elements, with a paragraph each on vivid images, clas-sical allusions, and metaphor, in the case of our sample thesis statement. Or you could approach it a different way: you might group your ideas according to the dif-ferent attitudes the speaker has about basketball, with one paragraph on the beauty of the game, another on how it serves as escape from the troubles of everyday life, and another on how basketball helps the players transcend themselves, becoming mythical, metaphysical. 45FROM ANALYSIS TO ESSAY: WRITING A CLOSE ANALYSIS ESSAYJAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in45 45JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in45 45 4/29/10 12:07:53 PM4/29/10 12:07:53 PMCHAPTER 2 • CLOSE READING46You’ve probably noticed that the thesis we developed is likely to lead to a five-paragraph essay. Perhaps you’ve been warned to stay away from this organization because it is formulaic or prescriptive. We agree: stay away from the formulaic or pre-scriptive. However, the five-paragraph essay may or may not fall into that category. There’s no rule that says that every question or topic will fit neatly into an introduc-tion, three body (or developmental) paragraphs, and a conclusion. Yet if you happen to have three points to make, you’ll end up with five paragraphs that could form a cogent and insightful essay. Integrating Quotations The following essay uses brief quotes from the poem as textual evidence, a word or two woven into the writer’s own sentence. For longer quotations, a forward slash mark indicates a line break. You will notice that each of the examples is explained. In fact, it’s a good idea to aim for a sentence or two of explanation, sometimes called commentary or analysis, for each of your examples. If you need more help with integrating quotations smoothly into your own sentences, see page 152 in Chapter 4. Documenting SourcesIn a close analysis essay, you are likely only writing about one text, so you won’t need a formal Works Cited page. Your teacher may ask you to use line numbers to identify where your quotations can be found, but with a short poem or passage of fiction it may be unnecessary. If you do add line numbers, they should go in parentheses after the quotation mark and before your punctuation, like this:Described as a “roundhouse / Labyrinth” (ll. 6–7), the activity on the court . . . A Sample Close Analysis EssayRead the sample essay here, and respond to the questions at the end.The Beauty and Danger of Basketball Carlton CurtisIn “Slam, Dunk, & Hook,” African American poet Yusef Komunyakaa moves from a description of the physicality of basketball to a philosophical reflection on the lives of the players. Written in terse lines, this poem embodies the energy of young athletes on the court, set against the stark backdrop of the society they live in. Vivid images, classical allusions, and metaphors characterize the game that is both escape and transcendence for its players.JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in46 46JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in46 46 4/29/10 12:07:54 PM4/29/10 12:07:54 PM“Slam, Dunk, & Hook” is an exaltation of the sport of basketball and the force of the rhythm, power, and grace it inspires in its players. The beginning lines describe the motion of shots in basketball as swift and beautiful, ballet-like maneuvers, yet the short lines pulse with their own energy, conveying the steady beat of a basketball being dribbled down the court or maybe even a drum beat. By using a fragment such as “Nothing but a hot / Swish of strings like silk / Ten feet out,” Komunyakaa lets an image replace the measured thought of a full sentence. That image captures the quick movement and vitality of the players as they take their best shots. Enjambment, such as “A high note hung there / A long second,” suspends the moment in time, making the reader part of the “long second.” In fact, Komunyakaa ends several lines in midair, as it were, giving a feeling of the players being in flight. They “could almost / Last forever, poised in midair,” they “corkscrew / Up,” and they “feint, / & glide.” Even the ampersand that replaces the word “and” suggests motion and speed.The poem flows with exuberant motion, captured in verbs such as “corkscrew,” “exploded,” “tangled,” “splintered,” and “Double-flashing.” Komunyakaa emphasizes the sheer physicality with images such as “the roundhouse / Labyrinth our bodies / Created.” These players are “All hands & feet . . . sprung rhythm”; they sweat and dribble. The comparisons created by similes and metaphors emphasize their power. They “glide like a sparrow hawk,” their “Muscles were a bright motor / Double-flashing,” and their “bodies spun / On swivels of bone & faith.” That last image, combining both concrete and abstract words, is a reminder that this game is more than just basketball to them. The classical allusions to Mercury, a labyrinth, and sea monsters suggest that these players become more than just kids on the street. Although the reference to Mercury — the Roman messenger of the gods —starts as an actual insignia on a player’s sneakers, the symbol also associates the players’ movement with speed, flight, and purpose. They are imbued with a mythical power, an epic sensibility, and are frozen in time with their youthful beauty intact: “we could almost / Last forever, poised in midair / Like storybook sea monsters.” They become so swift that they can “outmaneuver[ed] the footwork / Of bad angels.” The speaker sums up the mythical power of the players on the court when he says, “We were metaphysical when girls / Cheered on the sidelines.” They transcend their physical and perceived limitations and play as the chorus of fans lifts them to a higher state of being. They may not be gods, but they have mythic possibilities. Yet they are not all grace and beauty. The struggle on the basketball court develops as a metaphor for the lives of these players, trying to “outmaneuver[ed] the footwork / Of bad angels.” The description of muscle and movement gives way in the second half of the poem to a passage about the 47FROM ANALYSIS TO ESSAY: WRITING A CLOSE ANALYSIS ESSAYJAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in47 47JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in47 47 4/29/10 12:07:54 PM4/29/10 12:07:54 PMCHAPTER 2 • CLOSE READING48death of Sonny Boy’s mother, a loss he copes with by escaping to the court: “He played nonstop all day, so hard / Our backboard splintered.” Sonny Boy’s crisis, the speaker seems to be saying, is not the exception because “Trouble / Was there slapping a blackjack / Against an open palm.” Trouble is part of the lives of these young men, who play with a powerful intent in their hearts, the intent to defy the limitations of their bodies and the limitations of their fortunes as young black men in America. They vent their frustrations on the steel rims and backboards of street ball courts and dream of breaking whatever boundaries that personified “Trouble” brings.The game of basketball is a release for the players in the poem, whether from the perceived limitations of their youth or perhaps racial or economic barriers. The young men lose themselves on the court, wishing to manipulate their lives as effortlessly as they do the ball. They know they must fight to soar and excel beyond their station of second-class citizens. In the end, the game is not just an escape but an exercise in transcendence, where the stakes are control, freedom, and possibility. The intensity and concentration of losing themselves in basketball becomes a “lyric slipknot / Of joy.” These young men are not only confident but also menacing in the knowledge that they are both “Beautiful & dangerous.” Questions1. Examine the relationship between the thesis and the topic sentences. Do you think the basic structure of the essay is effective or ineffective? Why? 2. Paragraphs 2 and 3 discuss vivid imagery, but the second paragraph focuses on how syntax conveys those images. Should syntax have been specified in the thesis? Explain.3. How does the essay support its argument with evidence from the text? Cite a paragraph that you find especially effective and explain why.4. The student writer argues that the basketball players are using the sport to over-come racial and economic challenges. To what extent do you think that the textual evidence supports this interpretation?5. What is another argument you might make based on a close reading of “Slam, Dunk, & Hook”? It does not have to contradict this student’s interpretation entirely but rather offer another way to read the poem or a different conclusion than the one drawn in this sample essay.• ACTIVITY •Read the following poem by Edward Hirsch. Then use one of the close read-ing techniques you’ve learned to generate ideas for a thesis statement and several topic sentences for a close analysis essay. JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in48 48JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in48 48 4/29/10 12:07:54 PM4/29/10 12:07:54 PMFast BreakEDWARD HIRSCH(In Memory of Dennis Turner, 1946–1984)A hook shot kisses the rim andhangs there, helplessly, but doesn’t dropand for once our gangly starting centerboxes out his man and times his jumpperfectly, gathering the orange leather 5from the air like a cherished possessionand spinning around to throw a striketo the outlet who is already shovelingan underhand pass toward the other guardscissoring past a flat-footed defender 10who looks stunned and nailed to the floorin the wrong direction, turning to catch sightof a high, gliding dribble and a manletting the play develop in front of himin slow motion, almost exactly 15like a coach’s drawing on the blackboard,both forwards racing down the courtthe way that forwards should, fanning outand filling the lanes in tandem, movingtogether as brothers passing the ball 20between them without a dribble, withouta single bounce hitting the hardwooduntil the guard finally lunges outand commits to the wrong manwhile the power-forward explodes past them 25in a fury, taking the ball into the airby himself now and laying it gentlyagainst the glass for a layup,but losing his balance in the process,inexplicably falling, hitting the floor 30with a wild, headlong motionfor the game he loved like a countryand swiveling back to see an orange blurfloating perfectly through the net. [1985]49FROM ANALYSIS TO ESSAY: WRITING A CLOSE ANALYSIS ESSAYJAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in49 49JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in49 49 4/29/10 12:07:54 PM4/29/10 12:07:54 PMCHAPTER 2 • CLOSE READING50Working with Two Texts: The Comparison and Contrast EssayYou have probably written comparison and contrast essays in English or other classes. Essay questions that ask you to compare and contrast two poems or prose passages are common in the classroom as well as on standardized tests. They require close reading,of course, but as you read you will also be looking for elements that the two works have in common — or that set them apart. The prompt will frequently give you an idea of what connects the two texts on the surface — often the subjects are the same — but your task is to develop an argument that goes beyond those surface similarities or differences. Since you have already worked with two poems that are about basketball, let’s consider what else “Slam, Dunk, & Hook” and “Fast Break” have in common and what makes them different. As you plan a comparison and contrast essay, you might want to make a graphic organizer, such as the one below, that will help you generate ideas about the similarities and differences in situation, speaker, imagery, or tone, to name a few. TITLE “Slam, Dunk, & Hook” “Fast Break”SITUATION Playing pick-up basketball Playing organized basketball outdoors in a gymSPEAKER First person. The speaker Also fi rst person, as indicated(POINT OF VIEW) recollects a time when he by “our,” line 3. The speaker played basketball with friends. describes a particular play, a “fast break” in a game.IMAGERY Vivid and powerful: “hot / Graceful and picturesque: Swish of strings like silk,” “the “A hook shot kisses the rim,” roundhouse / Labyrinth,” “gathering the orange leather / “corkscrew / Up & dunk balls from the air,” “who looks that exploded,” “All hands & stunned and nailed to the feet . . . sprung rhythm,” “so fl oor,” “fanning out / and fi lling hard / Our backboard splintered,” the lanes in tandem,” “for the “slapping a blackjack / Against game he loved like a country,” an open palm,” “feint, / & glide “an orange blur / fl oating like a sparrow hawk” perfectly through the net”SYNTAX Combination of fragments (“Fast The entire poem is one long breaks. Lay ups,” “Nothing but a sentence broken up by hot / Swish of strings like silk / Ten enjambment. It feels run-on feet out”) with the enjambment but actually is not. The syntax of complete sentences throughout evokes the graceful fl ow of a (“We were metaphysical when fast break. The poem describes, girls / Cheered on the sidelines,” in its seventeen couplets, one “We had moves we didn’t know / play, the “fast break” of the We had”) title.JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in50 50JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in50 50 4/29/10 12:07:55 PM4/29/10 12:07:55 PM• ACTIVITY •After rereading “Slam, Dunk, & Hook” and “Fast Break,” continue to fill in the chart with your own observations about some of the poems’ other simi-larities and differences. In continuing to fill out this graphic organizer, you might add rows for theme, rhythm, allusion, figurative language, or other characteristics that you find significant.Developing a Thesis Statement Developing your thesis depends in large measure on the question you’re asked. If your assignment is simply to compare and contrast these two poems, it’s up to you to determine if you want to focus primarily on differences or similarities and then decide which areas or literary elements you will analyze. Keep in mind that the purpose of putting two works (or ideas) next to each other is usually to emphasize something that is not immediately obvi-ous. For instance, the fact that both of these poems are about basketball is pretty obvious; there’s probably not much point in contrasting a dunk with a fast break. However, if you examine how the game affects the players in these poems, you’ll discover more interesting issues, such as how one poem recalls past experience while the other presents the action as if it’s happening now. One presents memories and reflections; the other observes and reports. One is jerky, with a “sprung rhythm,” while the other is more fluid.If you are given a prompt, you’ll have clearer direction, but it is still up to you to determine the specifics of your analysis. Suppose you are given the following prompt:Basketball figures prominently in both Yusef Komunyakaa’s “Slam, Dunk, & Hook” and Edward Hirsch’s “Fast Break.” In an essay, compare and contrast the two poems, analyzing the literary devices each writer uses to explore the speaker’s attitude toward the game of basketball.Even though this prompt is pretty specific, it leaves many questions and decisions up to you. First, it directs you to analyze the literary devices, but it does not indicate which ones. Whether the prompt asks for “literary devices,” “stylistic devices,” “literary techniques,” “resources of language,” “literary elements,” or “formal elements,” you’re being asked to consider the writer’s language. Second, it asks that you “explore the speaker’s attitude toward the game of basketball,” but it doesn’t indicate what that attitude is. So before you can craft a thesis, you need to analyze the poems carefully and think about the themes. How is the relationship between the game and the players in each poem similar or dif-ferent? Usually you want to begin by finding the common ground, and then note the dif-ferences. For instance, you could claim that in both of these poems the speaker attempts to communicate the beauty and excitement of playing basketball. The presentations are, however, quite different. In the Komunyakaa poem, the speaker reflects, identifying memories through imagery, while the speaker in the Hirsch poem observes and reports.Remember that your thesis should not be too broad:Basketball is central to both poems, but the poets use it in different ways.51WORKING WITH TWO TEXTS: THE COMPARISON AND CONTRAST ESSAYJAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in51 51JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in51 51 4/29/10 12:07:55 PM4/29/10 12:07:55 PMCHAPTER 2 • CLOSE READING52Your thesis should not focus too narrowly on the meaning of the poem without specifying which resources of language you intend to discuss:In both poems, the game of basketball is the means the poets use to dramatize the way the speaker is involved with the sport; however, each speaker’s involvement is different. Nor should your thesis focus too narrowly on the resources of language and ignore the theme:In these two poems, the point of view, images, and rhythmic structure of the two poems are different.If we balance the two components — attention to the resources of language and attention to meaning — we’ll come up with a working thesis: In both poems, the game of basketball is the means the poets use to dramatize an intense experience; however, the point of view, imagery, and rhythm of the two poems convey very different experiences.This is only a working thesis, a draft to be used as a starting point — you can tell by the awkward language and repetition. It identifies the specific resources of language the writer will discuss and begins to develop an interpretation of how the poets are using those resources. The following revised thesis statement attempts, in a suc-cinct fashion, to narrow our scope of interpretation while maintaining focus on the resources of language that the poems share:In these two poems, the point of view, imagery, and rhythm reveal the relationship between the players and the sport they love, but a world of difference separates the experience of basketball for each of the speakers.Organizing a Comparison and Contrast Essay After you have created a thesis statement for your comparison and contrast essay, you need to consider how to organize your essay. In general, you have two alternatives:Text-by-Text OrganizationOne way to organize a comparison and contrast essay about two literary works is to divide it into a discussion of the works one by one. In the first developmental para-graphs, you could, for instance, discuss literary elements in “Slam, Dunk, & Hook,” and then in the next paragraphs, discuss how those same elements are used similarly or differently in “Fast Break.” If you are under time constraints, you might write only one paragraph for each poem, but be carefulthat you don’t try to include too much in a single paragraph. Instead, be sure that your paragraphs are clearly focused and supported and that you draw connections between the two texts. Let’s consider an outline for an essay responding to the prompt about “Slam, Dunk, & Hook” and “Fast Break.”JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in52 52JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in52 52 4/29/10 12:07:55 PM4/29/10 12:07:55 PMThesis Although both Komunyakaa and Hirsch depict basketball as a transformative experience, the rhythm and imagery in the poems show just how different those experiences are. Topic Sentence 1 In “Slam, Dunk, & Hook,” the prevalent images of struggle alongside the fragmented rhythm of the verse suggest that life is a battleground both on and off the court for the players.Topic Sentence 2 In “Fast Break,” the fluid structure and positive connotations of the words in the poem suggest that the players are achieving a singular moment of grace on the court, which is intended to be appreciated as fine art. If you are faced with time constraints or a restricted length, you might find this text-by-text approach especially useful. An essay developed from this outline, for instance, addresses the prompt and, with the inclusion of strong textual support, could result in an insightful reading of the two poems. Its structure is essentially two sections — one poem, then the next. This logical pattern can be effective as long as the introduction and conclusion emphasize the connections between the two poems that are analyzed in the body paragraphs.Element-by-Element OrganizationThe alternative is to organize the paragraphs around the literary elements you want to discuss. In the case of the thesis we’re working with here, you could analyze the speaker in both poems, then the imagery in both poems, then the rhythmic structure in both poems. Should each paragraph refer to both works? In most instances, yes, but there are no hard and fast rules. If you have a lot to say about one of the liter-ary elements you’re analyzing, then break the discussion into two paragraphs, one on each poem. As always, form follows function when you are organizing an essay. Rather than a template, your own ideas and the material should guide your decisions about the best way to present an analysis. The chief advantage of this element-by-element organization is that you are comparing and contrasting as you go, rather than waiting until the end. After a topic sentence that focuses on the point you want to make, you would offer evidence from both poems, reminding the reader of the impact of the difference or similarity. Consider this outline for an essay organized according to literary elements:Thesis In these two poems, the point of view, images, and rhythmic structure reveal the relationship between the players and the sport they love, but a world of difference separates the experience of basketball for each of the speakers.53WORKING WITH TWO TEXTS: THE COMPARISON AND CONTRAST ESSAYJAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in53 53JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in53 53 4/29/10 12:07:55 PM4/29/10 12:07:55 PMCHAPTER 2 • CLOSE READING54Topic Sentence 1 Though both poems are told from a first-person point of view, the speakers are connected to the game in different ways.Topic Sentence 2 While the two poets use syntax in a different manner, in both cases it establishes a rhythm that reflects the pace of the game.Topic Sentence 3 The diction and imagery reflect the meaning of the game of basketball to each speaker.TransitionsBecause you must juggle two works in a comparison and contrast essay, it is espe-cially important that your transitions are effective. Here are some words and phrases you might use to help keep your work and its intentions clear: COMPARISON TRANSITIONS CONTRAST TRANSITIONSin comparison compared to like similar tolikewisealsosimilarlyin the same wayas in . . . , so in the othermoreoverin contraston the one hand . . . on the other handconverselyon the contraryunlikehoweveralthoughyetstillbuteven thoughneverthelessregardlessdespitewhileJAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in54 54JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in54 54 4/29/10 12:07:55 PM4/29/10 12:07:55 PMDocumenting SourcesIn a comparison and contrast essay, you will have two sources, so while you probably won’t need a formal Works Cited page, you might be asked to use parenthetical cita-tions in which you identify the work by the writer’s name and line number:Described as a “roundhouse / Labyrinth” (Komunyakaa ll. 6–7), the basketball court . . . Described as an “orange blur” (Hirsch l. 33), the descending basketball . . .If the author of the work is introduced in the sentence, just use the line number:Komunyakaa describes the players’ movement as “spun . . . Through a lyric slipknot / Of joy” (ll. 38–39) . . .A Sample Comparison and Contrast Essay Following is a sample essay that follows the element-by-element form of comparison. Read it, and then discuss the questions that follow. One Game, Two LivesTalat RubinThere are many different types of streets in our world, some paved with gold and others with potholes. In the poems “Fast Break” by Edward Hirsch and “Slam, Dunk, & Hook” by Yusef Komunyakaa, each poet captures the essence of the game of basketball and its meaning to the players they depict. While the only piece of equipment needed is a hoop and a ball, the manner and tone of each game differs from community to community. Indeed, the manner of playing in the community of each poet is quite different. I fear that the players in Komunyakaa’s “Slam, Dunk, & Hook” would make mincemeat out of Hirsch’s players in “Fast Break.” In these two poems, the point of view, images, and rhythmic structure reveal the relationship between the players and the sport they love, but a world of difference separates the experience of basketball for each of the speakers.Though both poems are told from a first-person point of view, the speakers are connected to the game in different ways. Hirsch’s speaker seems to be observing as a reporter, a member of the audience. Yet the description of “our gangly starting center” makes it sound as if the speaker is on the team himself and right in the action. Told in the present tense and described moment-by-moment, this perspective adds excitement to the poem because we feel that we’re with the speaker, watching the action unfold. In contrast, Komunyakaa’s poem is written as the memory of past events. “We outmaneuvered,” he recalls; “we could almost / Last forever,” he reflects, and “we knew we were / Beautiful & dangerous.” The speaker’s tone indicates an experience that he has considered and examined. The 55WORKING WITH TWO TEXTS: THE COMPARISON AND CONTRAST ESSAYJAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in55 55JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in55 55 4/29/10 12:07:56 PM4/29/10 12:07:56 PMCHAPTER 2 • CLOSE READING56fact that he remembers so vividly and intensely emphasizes the lasting importance the game had (or has) for him.While the two poets use syntax in a different manner, in both cases it establishes a rhythm that reflects the pace of the game. In Komunyakaa’s poem, sentence fragments along with the abundant use of periods and commas within sentences emphasize the poem’s truncated beat, which could be the beat of a basketball bouncing off the court, or the heartbeat of the players in excited motion. The abrupt and short lines suggest a combative and harsh pace. In contrast, Hirsch’s poem is one long sentence divided into couplets through enjambment, creating a fluid rhythm to express the grace in this one continuous play. The long sentence, consisting of multiple clauses and descriptive phrases, suggests that this poem, like the play, is a team effort dependent on many small parts. The different syntax of these poems defines the rhythmof two different games. The diction and imagery reflect the meaning of the game of basketball to each speaker. Hirsch’s words have positive connotations: “kisses,” “cherished possession,” and “together” demonstrate his sense of companionship that is fostered in the sport. They are not mere fellow team members, but “brothers” who share a common purpose. This point is made explicit when the speaker refers to the forward who is playing “the game he loved like a country.” Komunyakaa’s word choice reflects the energy and anger expended during the game. The players are not merely young men — they are almost god-like, with “Mercury’s / Insignia on [their] sneakers.” Komunyakaa evokes the shattering of a young man’s emotional core when the “backboard splintered” in his attempt to forget about the loss of his mother. The language expresses the aggressive manner in which they play, as well as the society they come from. It is an aggressive game where even their graceful motions have violent undertones — they “glide” not like sparrows, but like “sparrow hawk[s]”. Yet while Komunyakaa’s basketball is a more physical demonstration of the game than Hirsch’s, the same vitality of spirit can be found in each poem. Like Komunyakaa’s players who “rolled the ball off [their] / Fingertips,” Hirsch’s lay the ball “gently / against the glass.”These two poets create different visions of their world and game by the imagery they employ. Hirsch creates a gentler, more tender image as a “hook shot kisses the rim.” In contrast, Komunyakaa uses imagery of war, power, and brute force: the players are alternately “storybook sea monsters,” birds of prey, and boys with god-like speed. Basketball was not merely a game to the speaker in “Slam, Dunk, & Hook,” but a battle, similar, we can assume, to the one he waged outside the court. In their poems, Edward Hirsch and Yusef Komunyakaa describe the physical dimensions of the sport of basketball. In doing so, they not only articulate the meaning of a moment of time in their players’ lives, but also expose the world in which they live. Komunyakaa’s game has its origin on the streets, and his diction demonstrates the roughness of those streets, while Hirsch’s graceful depiction of the sport demonstrates a more benign view of the world. For Hirsch, the game is a JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in56 56JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in56 56 4/29/10 12:07:56 PM4/29/10 12:07:56 PMbeautiful complement to life. For Komunyakaa, it is the battle that is life. It is clear that the poets come from different neighborhoods, different communities, and most likely different time periods. But what is even clearer is the manner in which this simple game, with a round ball, touched and shaped their lives. Questions1. Is the introduction effective? Explain why or why not. If you believe it is not effec-tive, how could it be improved?2. Why are there two separate paragraphs for the analysis of imagery? Explain whether you think that dividing the analysis into two paragraphs was a good decision. 3. In what ways are transitions used within this essay to emphasize the similarities and differences between the poems? 4. Do you agree with the essay’s argument? Explain why or why not. Which parts of the interpretation do you find most persuasive? questionable? 5. What other literary elements might you have used to make a similar argument?6. What suggestions can you offer for polishing the essay?• ACTIVITY •Read “Traveling through the Dark” by William Stafford and “Woodchucks” by Maxine Kumin, two poems in which a speaker considers the death of ani-mals. Plan and write a comparison and contrast essay in which you analyze the resources of language Stafford and Kumin use to reveal the relationship between the speakers and the animals.Traveling through the DarkWILLIAM STAFFORD Traveling through the dark I found a deerdead on the edge of the Wilson River road.It is usually best to roll them into the canyon:that road is narrow; to swerve might make more dead.By glow of the tail-light I stumbled back of the car 5and stood by the heap, a doe, a recent killing;she had stiffened already, almost cold.I dragged her off; she was large in the belly.My fingers touching her side brought me the reason —her side was warm; her fawn lay there waiting, 10alive, still, never to be born.Beside that mountain road I hesitated.The car aimed ahead its lowered parking lights;under the hood purred the steady engine.57WORKING WITH TWO TEXTS: THE COMPARISON AND CONTRAST ESSAYJAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in57 57JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in57 57 4/29/10 12:07:56 PM4/29/10 12:07:56 PMCHAPTER 2 • CLOSE READING58I stood in the glare of the warm exhaust turning red; 15around our group I could hear the wilderness listen.I thought hard for us all — my only swerving —,then pushed her over the edge into the river. [1962]WoodchucksMAXINE KUMINGassing the woodchucks didn’t turn out right.The knockout bomb from the Feed and Grain Exchangewas featured as merciful, quick at the boneand the case we had against them was airtight,both exits shoehorned shut with puddingstone, 5but they had a sub-sub-basement out of range.Next morning they turned up again, no worsefor the cyanide than we for our cigarettesand state-store Scotch, all of us up to scratch.They brought down the marigolds as a matter of course 10and then took over the vegetable patchnipping the broccoli shoots, beheading the carrots.The food from our mouths, I said, righteously thrillingto the feel of the .22, the bullets’ neat noses.I, a lapsed pacifist fallen from grace 15puffed with Darwinian pieties for killing,now drew a bead on the littlest woodchuck’s face.He died down in the everbearing roses.Ten minutes later I dropped the mother. Sheflipflopped in the air and fell, her needle teeth 20still hooked in a leaf of early Swiss chard.Another baby next. O one-two-threethe murderer inside me rose up hard,the hawkeye killer came on stage forthwith.There’s one chuck left. Old wily fellow, he keeps 25me cocked and ready day after day after day.All night I hunt his humped-up form. I dreamI sight along the barrel in my sleep.If only they’d all consented to die unseengassed underground the quiet Nazi way. 30 [1972]JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in58 58JAG_88063_02_ch02_pp0019-0058.in58 58 4/29/10 12:07:56 PM4/29/10 12:07:56 PMCHAPTER 1 • TITLE GOES HERE59In Chapter 2, we talked about close reading — a way to look at texts as if through a microscope, examining writers’ choices on the word and sentence levels and how those choices affect the meaning of a poem or passage of fiction. In this chapter, we will take a step back and look at the bigger picture. When someone asks us about a novel, play, or short story, we usually respond by describing what happened, retelling the plot in our own words. After all, who doesn’t enjoy a good page-turner? But in literary fiction and drama, the way the story is told and the ideas the piece explores may be just as important as the events of the plot. In these pieces, plots may be built on conflicts within a character or between characters, which play out in a particular setting. The story is told to us from a certain point of view. Sometimes there are symbols that carry more than a literal meaning. An author uses these elements to deliver a message or theme. By studying how all of these liter-ary elements work and work together, we can begin to understand how they produce the meaning of the work as a whole.Elements of FictionPlotEssentially, plot is what happens in a narrative. Yet plot is more than a series of events; authors must arrange conflicts, complications, and resolutions to create logical cause-and-effect relationships. Readers must understand not just what is happening but also why it’s happening. A plot must be believable, though it doesn’t have to berealistic. The Big Picture: Analyzing Fiction and Drama3JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in59 59JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in59 59 4/29/10 12:08:29 PM4/29/10 12:08:29 PMCHAPTER 3 • THE BIG PICTURE60A conventional narrative — whether in a short story, novel, or play — typically involves five main stages:• Exposition: This opening section provides background information about the characters, setting, and situation, describing the nature of the conflict, which is generally an unstable situation. • Rising action: After an inciting incident, the conflict and complications for the main character begin to build. • Climax: The climax occurs when the emotional tension or suspense of the plot reaches its peak. The climax may include a turning point where the fortunes of the protagonist improve (in comedy) or worsen (in tragedy). Building to the climax usually occupies most of a story, and what follows is comparatively brief. • Falling action: This section details the result (or fallout) of the climax or turn-ing point. In this phase, the conflict gets resolved. • Denouement (pronounced day-noo-mah): This French word means “untying the knot.” In this often very brief phase, the conflict has been resolved, and bal-ance is restored to the world of the story. In fairy tales, this phase is often repre-sented by a single sentence: “And they lived happily ever after.” The denouement was traditionally used to tell “the moral of the story,” but writers in the twentieth and twenty-first centuries frequently close without this final resolution, leaving readers to ponder the possible meanings of what came before.It bears repeating that this is a structure for traditional narratives and was originally used to describe Greek and Shakespearean plays. Most modern stories do not follow this model exactly, and it can be interesting to investigate how and where they depart from it. Plot may follow a chronological sequence, particularly in realistic fiction and drama, but sometimes writers deliberately present events in a manner that requires readers to assemble them into a cohesive pattern. A story may begin in medias res, a Latin term meaning “in the middle of the action” — that is, just as an important event is about to take place. Homer’s Iliad, for example, opens not in the first year of the Trojan War but after nine years of fighting. Writers may also employ flashback to describe events that have taken place before the story begins, or foreshadowing to hint at things that might happen later in the story. climaxrising action falling actioninciting incident resolutiondenouementexpositionturning pointJAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in60 60JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in60 60 4/29/10 12:08:30 PM4/29/10 12:08:30 PMLet’s look at a short story, “One of These Days” by Gabriel García Márquez, a Nobel Prize–winning author from Colombia. Monday dawned warm and rainless. Aurelio Escovar, a dentist without a degree, and a very early riser, opened his office at six. He took some false teeth, still mounted in their plaster mold, out of the glass case and put on the table a fistful of instruments which he arranged in size order, as if they were on display. He wore a collarless striped shirt, closed at the neck with a golden stud, and pants held up by suspenders. He was erect and skinny, with a look that rarely corresponded to the situation, the way deaf people have of looking.When he had things arranged on the table, he pulled the drill toward the dental chair and sat down to polish the false teeth. He seemed not to be thinking about what he was doing, but worked steadily, pumping the drill with his feet, even when he didn’t need it.After eight he stopped for a while to look at the sky through the window, and he saw two pensive buzzards who were drying themselves in the sun on the ridgepole of the house next door. He went on working with the idea that before lunch it would rain again. The shrill voice of his eleven-year-old son interrupted his concentration.“Papa.”“What?”“The Mayor wants to know if you’ll pull his tooth.”“Tell him I’m not here.”He was polishing a gold tooth. He held it at arm’s length, and examined it with his eyes half closed. His son shouted again from the little waiting room.“He says you are, too, because he can hear you.”The dentist kept examining the tooth. Only when he had put it on the table with the finished work did he say:“So much the better.”He operated the drill again. He took several pieces of a bridge out of a cardboard box where he kept the things he still had to do and began to polish the gold.“Papa.”“What?”He still hadn’t changed his expression.“He says if you don’t take out his tooth, he’ll shoot you.”Without hurrying, with an extremely tranquil movement, he stopped pedaling the drill, pushed it away from the chair, and pulled the lower drawer of the table all the way out. There was a revolver. “OK,” he said. “Tell him to come and shoot me.”He rolled the chair over opposite the door, his hand resting on the edge of the drawer. The Mayor appeared at the door. He had shaved the left side of his face, but the other side, swollen and in pain, had a five-day-old beard. The dentist saw many nights of desperation in his dull eyes. He closed the drawer with his fingertips and said softly:51061ELEMENTS OF FICTION15JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in61 61JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in61 61 4/29/10 12:08:30 PM4/29/10 12:08:30 PMCHAPTER 3 • THE BIG PICTURE62“Sit down.”“Good morning,” said the Mayor.“Morning,” said the dentist.While the instruments were boiling, the Mayor leaned his skull on the headrest of the chair and felt better. His breath was icy. It was a poor office: an old wooden chair, the pedal drill, a glass case with ceramic bottles. Opposite the chair was a window with a shoulder-high cloth curtain. When he felt the dentist approach, the Mayor braced his heels and opened his mouth.Aurelio Escovar turned his head toward the light. After inspecting the infected tooth, he closed the Mayor’s jaw with a cautious pressure of his fingers.“It has to be without anesthesia,” he said.“Why?”“Because you have an abscess.”The Mayor looked him in the eye. “All right,” he said, and tried to smile. The dentist did not return the smile. He brought the basin of sterilized instruments to the worktable and took them out of the water with a pair of cold tweezers, still without hurrying. Then he pushed the spittoon with the tip of his shoe, and went to wash his hands in the washbasin. He did all this without looking at the Mayor. But the Mayor didn’t take his eyes off him.It was a lower wisdom tooth. The dentist spread his feet and grasped the tooth with the hot forceps. The Mayor seized the arms of the chair, braced his feet with all his strength, and felt an icy void in his kidneys, but didn’t make a sound. The dentist moved only his wrist. Without rancor, rather with a bitter tenderness, he said:“Now you’ll pay for our twenty dead men.”The Mayor felt the crunch of bones in his jaw, and his eyes filled with tears. But he didn’t breathe until he felt the tooth come out. Then he saw it through his tears. It seemed so foreign to his pain that he failed to understand his torture of the five previous nights.Bent over the spittoon, sweating, panting, he unbuttoned his tunic and reached for the handkerchief in his pants pocket. The dentist gave him a clean cloth.“Dry your tears,” he said.The Mayor did. He was trembling. While the dentist washed his hands, he saw the crumbling ceiling and a dusty spider web with spider’s eggs and dead insects. The dentist returned, drying his hands. “Go to bed,” he said, “and gargle with salt water.” The Mayor stood up, said goodbye with a casual military salute, and walked toward the door, stretching his legs, without buttoning up his tunic.“Send the bill,” he said.“To you or the town?”The Mayor didn’t look at him. He closed the door and said through the screen:“It’s the same damn thing.”[1962]This very short story takes place over a few hours, and the plot seems quite simple: a poor dentist pulls the wisdom tooth of the mayor. Yet even this brief story more or 20253035JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in62 62JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in62 62 4/29/10 12:08:30 PM4/29/10 12:08:30 PMless follows the conventional narrative structure. Márquez opens with two paragraphs of exposition that introduce Aurelio Escovar and his dental office. When Escovar tells his son to lie to the mayor and say he is not in, we recognize conflict — something’s amiss. The dentist goes about his work until his son tells him that the mayor has threatened to shoot him if he does not pull the tooth. The dentist makes his revolver available and agrees to attend to the mayor. Suspense is mounting by this point because of the potentially volatile situation. In less than a page, a visit to the dentist has become a matter of life and death. The action rises as the dentist prepares for the extraction and denies the mayor anesthesia, and reaches a climax when the dentist tells the mayor that he will “pay for our twenty dead men” (para. 29) as he pulls the tooth. Experiencing such acute pain that he tears up, the mayor seems to have been defanged, literally and figuratively, and the dentist emerges victorious. However, the story does not end at this climactic moment. The falling action occurs when the dentist asks if the bill should go to the mayor or the town, and the mayor replies that they are the same thing. This plot unfolds and ends without a denouement; in fact, the ending suggests that the conflict is not entirely over. Nonetheless, in the world of this story, a shootout was averted, and order has been restored. The following questions will help guide your analysis of plot: • Is the plot arranged in chronological order, or does it begin in medias res? • Does the plot involve a flashback? If so, what is its purpose?• What is the nature of the conflict? • What conditions at the outset make the situation unstable? • Is the conflict external or internal? • What is the high point, or climax?• How is the conflict resolved? If there is no resolution, why not?• Is there a denouement? If not, why is the story inconclusive? • What patterns do you find in the plot’s structure?• ACTIVITY •Choose a fairy tale, legend, or folktale and analyze its plot. Identify specific parts of the plot, such as exposition, rising action, climax, falling action, and denouement, and examine whether the plot employs flashbacks or begins in medias res.CharacterCharacter and plot go hand-in-hand because the conflict that structures a plot usu-ally arises between two or more characters, as we saw in “One of These Days.” In a plot with an external conflict, the story usually has a protagonist, or main character, 63ELEMENTS OF FICTIONJAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in63 63JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in63 63 4/29/10 12:08:30 PM4/29/10 12:08:30 PMCHAPTER 3 • THE BIG PICTURE64who is in conflict with another person, called the antagonist. A conflict may also be internal, such as those in which a character struggles with temptation or tries to reconcile two incompatible traits. The main characters in a literary work grow or change over the course of the story or play; in fact, that change often structures the plot. The clearest example of character change structuring a plot is seen in a coming-of-age story, also called a bildungsroman, which chronicles how a young character grows from innocence to experience. For a character’s growth to be believable, it must be clearly motivated by the circumstances of the story. Sometimes the change is gradual and sometimes it is sudden, as with an epiphany, a term Irish author James Joyce used to describe when a character suddenly realizes something significant about life. Characters commonly fall into two categories: round (also called dynamic) or flat (also called static). The protagonist is typically a round character, one who exhibits a range of emotions and changes over the course of the story. Round characters have multiple personality traits and thus resemble real people. Flat characters embody only one or two traits and provide a background for the protagonist’s actions. A common type of flat character is the foil, a contrasting character who allows the protagonist to stand out more distinctly. Stock characters may represent stereotypes, such as the absent-minded professor or the town drunk, occasionally providing comic relief. Developing CharacterAuthors can reveal character either directly or indirectly. Direct characterization occurs when a narrator explicitly describes the background, motivation, tempera-ment, or appearance of a character. In Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice, for instance, we are told directly that Mrs. Bennet “was a woman of mean understanding, little information, and uncertain temper. When she was discontented, she fancied her-self nervous. The business of her life was to get her daughters married.” Indirect characterization occurs when an author shows rather than tells us what a character is like through what he or she says, does, or thinks, or what others say about the character. Let’s take a look at another excerpt from Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. Notice the way Austen directly and indirectly characterizes Mr. Darcy. Mr. Bingley was good looking and gentlemanlike; he had a pleasant counte-nance, and easy, unaffected manners. His sisters were fine women, with an air of decided fashion. His brother-in-law, Mr. Hurst, merely looked the gentleman; but his friend Mr. Darcy soon drew the attention of the room by his fine, tall person, handsome features, noble mien; and the report which was in general circulation within five minutes after his entrance, of his having ten thousand a year. The gen-tlemen pronounced him to be a fine figure of a man, the ladies declared he was much handsomer than Mr. Bingley, and he was looked at with great admiration for about half the evening, till his manners gave a disgust which turned the tide of his popularity; for he was discovered to be proud, to be above his company, JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in64 64JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in64 64 4/29/10 12:08:31 PM4/29/10 12:08:31 PMand above being pleased; and not all his large estate in Derbyshire could then save him from having a most forbidding, disagreeable countenance, and being unworthy to be compared with his friend.Mr. Bingley had soon made himself acquainted with all the principal people in the room; he was lively and unreserved, danced every dance, was angry that the ball closed so early, and talked of giving one himself at Netherfield. Such amiable qualities must speak for themselves. What a contrast between him and his friend! Mr. Darcy danced only once with Mrs. Hurst and once with Miss Bingley, declined being introduced to any other lady, and spent the rest of the evening in walking about the room, speaking occasionally to one of his own party. His character was decided. He was the proudest, most disagreeable man in the world, and every body hoped that he would never come there again. Amongst the most violent against him was Mrs. Bennet, whose dislike of his general behaviour was sharpened into par-ticular resentment by his having slighted one of her daughters.Elizabeth Bennet had been obliged, by the scarcity of gentlemen, to sit down for two dances; and during part of that time, Mr. Darcy had been standing near enough for her to overhear a conversation between him and Mr. Bingley, who came from the dance for a few minutes to press his friend to join it.“Come, Darcy,” said he, “I must have you dance. I hate to see you standing about by yourself in this stupid manner. You had much better dance.’’“I certainlyshall not. You know how I detest it, unless I am particularly acquainted with my partner. At such an assembly as this, it would be insupport-able. Your sisters are engaged, and there is not another woman in the room whom it would not be a punishment to me to stand up with.’’“I would not be so fastidious as you are,” cried Bingley, “for a kingdom! Upon my honour, I never met with so many pleasant girls in my life, as I have this evening; and there are several of them, you see, uncommonly pretty.”“You are dancing with the only handsome girl in the room,” said Mr. Darcy, looking at the eldest Miss Bennet. “Oh! she is the most beautiful creature I ever beheld! But there is one of her sisters sitting down just behind you, who is very pretty, and I dare say, very agree-able. Do let me ask my partner to introduce you.”“Which do you mean?” and turning round, he looked for a moment at Elizabeth, till catching her eye, he withdrew his own and coldly said, “She is toler-able; but not handsome enough to tempt me; and I am in no humour at present to give consequence to young ladies who are slighted by other men. You had better return to your partner and enjoy her smiles, for you are wasting your time with me.”[1813]Austen’s narrator offers direct commentary on the physical appearance of Mr. Darcy, noting his “fine, tall person, handsome features, noble mien,” and points out that he is quite wealthy. The narrator also explains that Darcy’s “manners gave a dis-gust which turned the tide of his popularity” (para. 1). But much of the characteriza-tion is indirect: we see Darcy in action. Bingley acts as a foil, or contrasting character, 565ELEMENTS OF FICTIONJAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in65 65JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in65 65 4/29/10 12:08:31 PM4/29/10 12:08:31 PMCHAPTER 3 • THE BIG PICTURE66with Bingley’s warmth emphasizing Darcy’s cool, aloof nature. The dialogue between Bingley and Darcy allows the latter to speak for himself, and what he says further characterizes him as arrogant. His meeting Elizabeth’s eye, then turning away with a judgmental comment, suggests his inflated sense of self-importance.The following questions will help guide your analysis of character: • Who are the main characters in this story? Who is the protagonist? Who is the antagonist? • What do we know about them? What is their relationship to each other? • How do they change from beginning to end? • What is the function of the minor characters?• Do some characters see themselves differently from the way readers see them? If so, how?• ACTIVITY •Nineteenth-century English novelist Charles Dickens opens his novel Hard Times with a description of the central character, Mr. Gradgrind. Even before his rather appropriate name is revealed, Dickens makes sure the reader understands what Mr. Gradgrind is like. Discuss the direct and in-direct methods used to characterize him in the following passage. From Hard TimesCHARLES DICKENS‘Now, what I want is, Facts. Teach these boys and girls nothing but Facts. Facts alone are wanted in life. Plant nothing else, and root out everything else. You can only form the minds of reasoning animals upon Facts: nothing else will ever be of any service to them. This is the principle on which I bring up my own children, and this is the principle on which I bring up these children. Stick to Facts, sir!’The scene was a plain, bare, monotonous vault of a school-room, and the speaker’s square forefinger emphasized his observations by underscoring every sentence with a line on the schoolmaster’s sleeve. The emphasis was helped by the speaker’s square wall of a forehead, which had his eyebrows for its base, while his eyes found commodious cellarage in two dark caves, overshadowed by the wall. The emphasis was helped by the speaker’s mouth, which was wide, thin, and hard set. The emphasis was helped by the speaker’s voice, which was inflexible, dry, and dictatorial. The emphasis was helped by the speaker’s hair, which bristled on the skirts of his bald head, a plantation of firs to keep the wind from its shining surface, all covered with knobs, like the crust of a plum pie, as if the head had scarcely warehouse-room for the hard facts stored inside. The speaker’s obstinate carriage, square coat, square legs, square shoulders — nay, his very neckcloth, trained JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in66 66JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in66 66 4/29/10 12:08:31 PM4/29/10 12:08:31 PMto take him by the throat with an unaccommodating grasp, like a stubborn fact, as it was — all helped the emphasis. ‘In this life, we want nothing but Facts, sir; nothing but Facts!’ The speaker, and the schoolmaster, and the third grown person present, all backed a little, and swept with their eyes the inclined plane of little vessels, then and there arranged in order, ready to have imperial gallons of facts poured into them until they were full to the brim. [1854]SettingSetting indicates the time and place, the when and where, of a literary text. Author Eudora Welty described it as “the named, identified, concrete, exact and exacting, and therefore credible, gathering spot of all that has been felt, is about to be experienced.” It includes such objective facts as the nation or town, date and time, weather and season in which the story occurs. If events occur on a dark and stormy night, we can reasonably expect a dark and stormy tale. If the action opens on a spring morning in a sunlit glade, it is likely that the author is preparing us for a lighter tale, establishing a contrast between different settings in the story, or being ironic. In order to understand how setting relates to the meaning of the work as a whole, you will have to consider the thematic significance of things that might at first seem merely physical and objective. The most important thing is that you pay atten-tion to the details — the sights and sounds, textures and tones, colors and shapes. In the following passage from Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Masque of the Red Death,” Poe describes the castle where Prince Prospero and his friends seclude themselves in an attempt to escape the plague that is threatening the community. Notice how the physical details of the description create a sinister and foreboding atmosphere. It was a voluptuous scene, that masquerade. But first let me tell of the rooms in which it was held. There were seven — an imperial suite. In many palaces, however, such suites form a long and straight vista, while the folding doors slide back nearly to the walls on either hand, so that the view of the whole extent is scarcely impeded. Here the case was very different; as might have been expected from the duke’s love of the bizarre. The apartments were so irregularly disposed that the vision embraced but little more than one at a time. There was a sharp turn at every twenty or thirty yards, and at each turn a novel effect. To the right and left, in the middle of each wall, a tall and narrow Gothic window looked out upon a closed corridor which pursued the windings of the suite. These windows were of stained glass whose color varied in accordance with the prevailing hue of the decorations of the chamber into which it opened. That at the eastern extremity was hung, for example, in blue — and vividly blue were its windows. The second chamber was purple in its ornaments and tapes-tries, and here the panes were purple. The third was green throughout, and so were the casements. The fourth was furnished and lighted with orange — the fifth with white — the sixth with violet. The seventh apartment was closely shrouded in black velvet tapestries that hung all over the ceiling and down the walls, falling in heavy 67ELEMENTS OF FICTIONJAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in67 67JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in67 67 4/29/10 12:08:31 PM4/29/10 12:08:31 PMCHAPTER 3 • THE BIG PICTURE68folds upon a carpet of the same materialand hue. But in this chamber only, the color of the windows failed to correspond with the decorations. The panes here were scarlet — a deep blood color. Now in no one of the seven apartments was there any lamp or candelabrum, amid the profusion of golden ornaments that lay scattered to and fro or depended from the roof. There was no light of any kind emanating from lamp or candle within the suite of chambers. But in the corridors that followed the suite, there stood, opposite to each window, a heavy tripod, bearing a brazier of fire that projected its rays through the tinted glass and so glaringly illumined the room. And thus were produced a multitude of gaudy and fantastic appearances. But in the western or black chamber the effect of the fire-light that streamed upon the dark hangings through the blood-tinted panes was ghastly in the extreme, and produced so wild a look upon the countenances of those who entered, that there were few of the company bold enough to set foot within its precincts at all.It was in this apartment, also, that there stood against the western wall, a gigantic clock of ebony. Its pendulum swung to and fro with a dull, heavy, monoto-nous clang; and when the minute-hand made the circuit of the face, and the hour was to be stricken, there came from the brazen lungs of the clock a sound which was clear and loud and deep and exceedingly musical, but of so peculiar a note and emphasis that, at each lapse of an hour, the musicians of the orchestra were constrained to pause, momentarily, in their performance, to hearken to the sound; and thus the waltzers perforce ceased their evolutions; and there was a brief disconcert of the whole gay company; and, while the chimes of the clock yet rang, it was observed that the giddiest grew pale, and the more aged and sedate passed their hands over their brows as if in confused revery or meditation. But when the echoes had fully ceased, a light laughter at once pervaded the assem-bly; the musicians looked at each other and smiled as if at their own nervousness and folly, and made whispering vows, each to the other, that the next chiming of the clock should produce in them no similar emotion; and then, after the lapse of sixty minutes (which embrace three thousand and six hundred seconds of the Time that flies), there came yet another chiming of the clock, and then were the same disconcert and tremulousness and meditation as before.[1845]The first paragraph takes us on a detailed tour of the suite, telling us what is on our right and left, how many yards of space are between various apartments, what is on the walls, where the windows are, what colors the curtains are, and the like. As we realize the difficulty of navigating from apartment to apartment and note the colors, culminating in “scarlet — a deep blood color,” we recognize that the setting is opulent yet oppressive; it is filled with the trappings of wealth yet seems to entrap its resi-dents. Poe deepens the atmosphere of foreboding by telling us what is not there — no gentle light “from lamp or candle”; instead, illumination is by fire, a hellish glow that was “ghastly in the extreme.” After he has given us a view of this odd suite, Poe zeroes in on one particular part of the furnishings: a large black pendulum clock, whose sound rang with “so JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in68 68JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in68 68 4/29/10 12:08:32 PM4/29/10 12:08:32 PMpeculiar a note and emphasis” that it reminded the residents every hour of their own mortality. Poe’s description of the setting is literal, but when we analyze those details, an atmosphere of menace, even doom, is revealed.Historical ContextA novel, short story, or play may be set in a historical era — a time and place that has its own political, economic, or social upheavals. In many cases, historical context goes unstated; it is part of the knowledge that the author expects the reader to bring to the book. For instance, in John Steinbeck’s novel The Grapes of Wrath, we follow the Joad family as they migrate from middle America to California, along the legendary Route 66, on a search for work, prosperity, and stability: Highway 66 is the main migrant road. 66 — the long concrete path across the coun-try, waving gently up and down on the map, from Mississippi to Bakersfield — over the red lands and the gray lands, twisting up into the mountains, crossing the Divide and down into the bright and terrible desert, and across the desert to the mountains again, and into the rich California valleys. 66 is the path of a people in flight, refugees from dust and shrinking land, from the thunder of tractors and shrinking ownership, from the desert’s slow north-ward invasion, from the twisting winds that howl up out of Texas, from the floods that bring no richness to the land and steal what little richness is there. From all of these the people are in flight, and they come into 66 from the tributary side roads, from the wagon tracks and the rutted country roads. 66 is the mother road, the road of flight. Clarksville and Ozark and Van Buren and Fort Smith on 64, and there’s an end of Arkansas. And all the roads into Oklahoma City, 66 down from Tulsa, 270 up from McAlester. 81 from Wichita Falls south, from Enid north. Edmond, McLoud, Purcell. 66 out of Oklahoma City; El Reno and Clinton, going west on 66. Hydro, Elk City, and Texola; and there’s an end to Oklahoma. 66 across the Panhandle of Texas. Shamrock and McLean, Conway and Amarillo, the yellow. Wildorado and Vega and Boise, and there’s an end of Texas. Tucumcari and Santa Rosa and into the New Mexican mountains to Albuquerque, where the road comes down from Santa Fe. Then down the gorged Rio Grande to Los Lunas and west again on 66 to Gallup, and there’s the border of New Mexico. [1939]In this description, we get a good sense of the physical setting. The first paragraph, one long sentence that rambles along like the road itself, describes Highway 66 — it goes from Mississippi to Bakersfield, California — and sets a mood with the sensory images of the “long concrete path.” In the second paragraph, the narrator introduces the people who follow this road in the hope of finding something better than the desolation of the drought that has worsened their economic hardship. The word flight appears three times, so we get a clear sense of movement from one thing to another, though what that thing is, we’re not sure. The third paragraph consists almost entirely 69ELEMENTS OF FICTIONJAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in69 69JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in69 69 4/29/10 12:08:32 PM4/29/10 12:08:32 PMCHAPTER 3 • THE BIG PICTURE70of names of places along Highway 66. Even if we do not know these towns, we still get a clear sense of movement, of going from one stop to the next. What is unstated is the reason for the migration, though it is implied when the narrator describes the migrating families as “refugees from dust and shrinking land” (para. 2). This passage refers to the great migration of families to California as a result of the Dust Bowl, a historic drought combined with severe storms that destroyed much of the farmland in middle America during the Great Depression of the 1930s. This historical setting, not just Route 66 but the context of the Dust Bowl and the Great Depression, makes the story of the Joad family emblematic of an entire era in American history. Sometimes historical settings are not implicit but explicit — with dates and places clearly identified. In the following passage from Call It Sleep by Henry Roth, the setting is essential to the novel’s exploration of the Jewish American experience in early twentieth-century America. The small white steamer, Peter Stuyvesant, that delivered the immigrants from the stench and throb of the steerage to the stench and the throb of New York tenements, rolled slightly on the water beside the stone quay inown trials at the keyboard in perspec-tive. Fine writing doesn’t happen magically; it is the product of conscious effort and constant practice. Learning that published authors grapple with unwieldy ideas, rethink organizational structures, and revise their work repeatedly can be eye-opening for young writers. Student Writing in each thematic chapter is accompanied by questions to help guide revision. Students often fi nd it diffi cult to fi gure out how to improve their writing. They are told to revise, but how? Revision entails much more than correcting mechani-cal errors; it requires a careful examination of whether the words clearly commu-nicate the ideas, the syntax creates the right emphasis, and the tone is appropriate for the audience. 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SheaLawrence ScanlonRobin Dissin AufsesxiiiPREFACEJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indxiii xiiiJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indxiii xiii 4/29/10 12:06:15 PM4/29/10 12:06:15 PMJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indiv ivJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indiv iv 4/29/10 12:06:13 PM4/29/10 12:06:13 PMThis page left intentionally left blankxvPreface viiContents by Genre xxxi 1 THINKING ABOUT LITERATURE 1Emily Dickinson, Tell all the Truth but tell it slant — 2Stephen Dunn, The Sacred 2William Shakespeare, When my love swears that she is made of truth 3David Clewell, Vegetarian Physics 3Why Study Literature? 4Elizabeth Alexander, Praise Song for the Day 4Charles Schulz, Peanuts (cartoon) 6What Makes an Effective Reader? 8David Ignatow, The Bagel 8Albert Goldbarth, Shawl 9Billy Collins, Introduction to Poetry 10Sherman Alexie, from Superman and Me 11Franz Wright, Learning to Read 12Approaching Literature 12Robert Frost, “Out, Out —” 13Experience 13Analysis 14Extension 15Julia Alvarez, Snow 16ContentsJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indxv xvJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indxv xv 4/29/10 12:06:15 PM4/29/10 12:06:15the lee of the weathered barracks and new brick buildings of Ellis Island. Her skipper was waiting for the last of the officials, laborers and guards to embark upon her before he cast off and started for Manhattan. Since this was Saturday afternoon and this the last trip she would make for the week-end, those left behind might have to stay over till Monday. Her whistle bellowed its hoarse warning. A few figures in overalls sauntered from the high doors of the immigration quarters and down the grey pavement that led to the dock.It was May of the year 1907, the year that was destined to bring the great-est number of immigrants to the shores of the United States. All that day, as on all the days since spring began, her decks had been thronged by hundreds upon hundreds of foreigners, natives from almost every land in the world. . . .[1934]From the first sentence, we are placed in New York City, arriving via a steamer filled with immigrants. The entrance to the United States through Ellis Island where the “immigration quarters” are is also our entrance into the novel. Roth opens the next paragraph with a specific date — 1907, which marked the high point of immigration during that era. As the paragraph continues, the narrator of this autobiographical novel describes the crowds of immigrants aboard the ship, then focuses on a woman and her child. Thus, the historical setting provides a particular context for the life that is beginning as these two step onto a new land.Cultural EnvironmentSetting may also establish the cultural environment of a work — the manners, mores, customs, rituals, and codes of conduct. In some instances, this cultural environment is based on an actual period, culture, or community. In other instances, an author has to invent a new culture, as in the case of George Orwell’s novel 1984:JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in70 70JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in70 70 4/29/10 12:08:32 PM4/29/10 12:08:32 PMIt was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him.The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a colored poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a meter wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black mustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine, and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each land-ing, opposite the lift shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.Inside the flat a fruity voice was reading out a list of figures which had some-thing to do with the production of pig iron. The voice came from an oblong metal plaque like a dulled mirror which formed part of the surface of the right-hand wall. Winston turned a switch and the voice sank somewhat, though the words were still distinguishable. The instrument (the telescreen, it was called) could be dimmed, but there was no way of shutting it off completely. He moved over to the window: a smallish, frail figure, the meagerness of his body merely emphasized by the blue overalls which were the uniform of the Party. His hair was very fair, his face naturally sanguine, his skin roughened by coarse soap and blunt razor blades and the cold of the winter that had just ended.Outside, even through the shut window pane, the world looked cold. Down in the street little eddies of wind were whirling dust and torn paper into spirals, and though the sun was shining and the sky a harsh blue, there seemed to be no color in anything except the posters that were plastered everywhere. The black-mustachio’d face gazed down from every commanding corner. There was one on the house front immediately opposite. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption said, while the dark eyes looked deep into Winston’s own. Down at street level another poster, torn at one corner, flapped fitfully in the wind, alternately covering and uncovering the single word INGSOC. In the far distance a helicopter skimmed down between the roofs, hovered for an instant like a bluebottle, and darted away again with a curving flight. It was the Police Patrol, snooping into people’s windows. The patrols did not matter, however. Only the Thought Police mattered.[1949]From the very beginning of this novel, when the clocks strike thirteen, we know we’re in a different world. For 1984, Orwell created a social environment in which the values we take for granted are dispensed with. In their place is a society built on surveillance and propaganda, with odd customs and institutions such as Hate Week and the Thought Police. It’s an environment where the “telescreen” broadcasting Big 71ELEMENTS OF FICTIONJAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in71 71JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in71 71 4/29/10 12:08:32 PM4/29/10 12:08:32 PMCHAPTER 3 • THE BIG PICTURE72Brother’s voice can be “dimmed” but cannot be silenced; the omnipresent drone of the voice is part of the setting. Posters of Big Brother are everywhere, and the sound of a helicopter is a reminder of the constant surveillance. Of course, Orwell’s point was to warn us of one possible future for our world, and the shocking comparisons between the society of his novel and our own society is one of the main reasons that 1984 continues to be so powerful and so disturbing. The following questions will help guide your analysis of setting:• What is the geographical setting? The time, place, weather, season? Why is it important?• What historical context or social environment is being depicted, and what background information is required to understand the situation?• What details of the setting does the author use to create atmosphere or mood?• How does the setting seem to relate to the themes?• ACTIVITY •Authors often use setting as another means of developing a character. Discuss the interaction between setting and character in the following pas-sage from Tess of the D’Urbervilles by Thomas Hardy. The context is that Tess, who lives in a traditional nineteenth-century village in rural England, has had a child out of wedlock. Pay close attention to the way the narrator uses setting to comment on Tess’s situation. From Tess of the D’UrbervillesTHOMAS HARDYThe bedroom which she shared with some of the children formed her retreat more continually than ever. Here, under her few square yards of thatch, she watched winds, and snows, and rains, gorgeous sunsets, and successive moons at their full. So close kept she that at length almost everybody thought she had gone away.The only exercise that Tess took at this time was after dark; and it was then, when out in the woods, that she seemed least solitary. She knew how to hit to a hair’s-breadth that moment of evening when the light and the darkness are so evenly balanced that the constraint of day and the suspense of night neutralize each other, leaving absolute mental liberty. It is then that the plight of being alive becomes attenuated to its least possible dimensions. She had no fear of the shadows; her sole idea seemed to be to shun mankind — or rather that cold accretion called the world, which, so terrible in the mass, is so unformidable, even pitiable, in its units.On these lonelyhills and dales her quiescent glide was of a piece with the element she moved in. Her flexuous and stealthy figure became an integral part of the scene. At times her whimsical fancy would intensify natural processes JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in72 72JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in72 72 4/29/10 12:08:32 PM4/29/10 12:08:32 PMaround her till they seemed a part of her own story. Rather they became a part of it; for the world is only a psychological phenomenon, and what they seemed they were. The midnight airs and gusts, moaning amongst the tightly-wrapped buds and bark of the winter twigs, were formulae of bitter reproach. A wet day was the expression of irremediable grief at her weakness in the mind of some vague ethical being whom she could not class definitely as the God of her childhood, and could not comprehend as any other.But this encompassment of her own characterization, based on shreds of convention, peopled by phantoms and voices antipathetic to her, was a sorry and mistaken creation of Tess’s fancy — a cloud of moral hobgoblins by which she was terrified without reason. It was they that were out of harmony with the actual world, not she. Walking among the sleeping birds in the hedges, watching the skipping rabbits on a moonlit warren, or standing under a pheasant-laden bough, she looked upon herself as a figure of Guilt intruding into the haunts of Innocence. But all the while she was making a distinction where there was no difference. Feeling herself in antagonism she was quite in accord. She had been made to break an accepted social law, but no law known to the environment in which she fancied herself such an anomaly. [1891]Point of ViewPoint of view is the perspective through which a story is told. This perspective deter-mines what the reader knows as well as the manner in which the story is told. Writers of fiction most commonly use first- and third-person narrators. Second-person narrators are rare but not unheard of, as in Jay McInerney’s novel Bright Lights, Big City, which begins as follows:You are not the kind of guy who would be at a place like this at this time of the morning. But here you are, and you cannot say that the terrain is entirely unfamiliar, although the details are fuzzy.Second-person point of view puts the reader right in the story, but it is rarely used and viewed as a gimmick, perhaps because it makes the reading experience too literal — you are not just asked to imagine a character, you are told that you are the character.First-Person Point of ViewA first-person narrator tells a story using first-person pronouns such as I and we. From this point of view, we see the world from a single character’s perspective (usually the main character’s, though it can be a minor character’s). The first-person narrator gives us a vivid on-the-spot view of what is happening. Just be careful not to confuse a first-person narrator with the author. In most cases, a first-person narrator is every bit as much a creation of the writer’s imagination as any other character. 73ELEMENTS OF FICTIONJAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in73 73JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in73 73 4/29/10 12:08:33 PM4/29/10 12:08:33 PMCHAPTER 3 • THE BIG PICTURE74Let’s examine a passage from The Beautiful Things That Heaven Bears, the first novel by Ethiopian-born Dinaw Mengestu, in which the main character is preparing to have dinner with his neighbor and her daughter.I went home early and changed into a neatly pressed button-down white shirt and a pair of slightly worn gray wool slacks Kenneth had handed down to me. The cuff links, a holdover from my father’s days in the Ethiopian government, had the old Ethiopian flag with the Lion of Judah and his crooked crown on it. They were the only things of my father I had left. He used to keep them in a small gray jewelry box with the lid open on top of the dresser in his bedroom, although I can’t remember ever having seen him wear them. What I can remember is him holding them out to me and saying with a slight, sarcastic lilt to his voice, “Someday all this will be yours.” I don’t think he ever actually intended for them to become heirlooms. They were just cheap cuff links from an old, decaying regime, but you hold on to what you can and hope the meaning comes later.Before leaving the house I stood in front of my bathroom mirror and practiced my introduction. I brushed forward the edges of my thinning hair and patted down the sides of my small Afro. My reflection stared back disapprovingly. I had aged, but there was nothing distinguished about me. The laugh lines around my mouth had burrowed in, and there was more of my forehead than I cared to show. I smiled and tried to find a hint of a younger and better version of myself, but there was no doing. He was gone. [2007]Notice how the first-person viewpoint helps reveal the speaker’s character. We see the world through his eyes. The first paragraph shows us how meticulous he is as he chooses what to wear; he is not wealthy, yet he takes care to choose clothes that are ironed and to wear cuff links that belonged to his father. The way he remembers his father adds to our understanding of this character, who is living a long way from Ethiopia, where he grew up. The second paragraph continues the studied concern with how he looks, though it adds more self-criticism. He stands before the mirror and assesses himself, as though he’s looking at another person entirely. He worries about his aging and searches to find traces of his younger self. These details and his admission that he is practicing the way he will introduce himself betray his insecurity. Imagine how different the story would be if it had been told in the third person with a narrator explaining how Sepha (the main character’s name) is feeling. Let’s just change the pronouns in one section: Sepha’s reflection stared back disapprovingly. He had aged, but there was nothing distinguished about him. . . . He smiled and tried to find a hint of a younger and better version of himself, but there was no doing. It’s essentially the same information, yet note the difference in authority. The third-person narrator’s observations are more convincing, because they seem like objective observations. With first-person narration, we don’t know if the narrator’s JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in74 74JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in74 74 4/29/10 12:08:33 PM4/29/10 12:08:33 PMperceptions of his own looks are accurate or if they just reflect his lack of confidence, because his perceptions are obviously subjective. The first-person viewpoint in this passage makes the character seem more vulnerable — a guy going on a first date and worried about the impression he’ll make. One quirk of first-person narration (and occasionally third-person narration) is that the author might choose to tell the story from the perspective of someone who is naive, mentally ill, biased, corrupt, or downright immoral. A narrator of this sort is called an unreliable narrator. An author might use an unreliable narrator to distinguish the char-acter’s point of view from his or her own, or to make an ironic point. In the Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, Huck tells the story from a perspective that is sometimes naive, some-times mischievous, and certainly ironic, as demonstrated in the following passage. The Widow Douglas, she took me for her son, and allowed she would sivilize me; but it was rough living in the house all the time, considering how dismal regular and decent the widow was in all her ways; and so when I couldn’t stand it no longer, I lit out. I got into my old rags, and my sugar-hogshead again, and was free and satisfied. But Tom Sawyer, he hunted me up and said he was going to start a band of robbers, and I might join if I would go back to the widow and be respectable. So I went back.The widow she cried over me, and called me a poor lostlamb, and she called me a lot of other names, too, but she never meant no harm by it. She put me in them new clothes again, and I couldn’t do nothing but sweat and sweat, and feel all cramped up. Well, then, the old thing commenced again. The widow rung a bell for supper, and you had to come to time. When you got to the table you couldn’t go right to eating, but you had to wait for the widow to tuck down her head and grumble a little over the victuals, though there warn’t really anything the matter with them. That is, nothing only everything was cooked by itself. In a barrel of odds and ends it is different; things get mixed up, and the juice kind of swaps around, and the things go better.[1885]In this passage, Huck tells us about his time with the Widow Douglas, particularly her efforts to “sivilize” him. Huck’s point of view gives us a skewed version of what it means to be “respectable.” He calls the widow “regular and decent” but thinks that is “dismal.” Later in the passage, instead of telling us that the widow says grace over dinner, Huck tells us that the widow would “tuck down her head and grumble a little over the victuals, though there warn’t really anything the matter with them.” The reason Huck tolerates all of this civilizing is so he’ll be respectable enough to join Tom Sawyer’s band of robbers. What irony! Twain is using Huck’s naive perspective to satirize the ways of “regular and decent” folk. Twain’s point seems to be that the trappings of respectability are not what make you a good person; indeed, that’s just about enough to qualify you for membership in a band of robbers. The thing to remember is that we are seeing this world through the eyes of the naive and mischie-vous Huckleberry Finn, who is a tool of the great satirist Mark Twain — which means that as readers we need to stay alert or will miss the ironic complexity of this story.75ELEMENTS OF FICTIONJAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in75 75JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in75 75 4/29/10 12:08:33 PM4/29/10 12:08:33 PMCHAPTER 3 • THE BIG PICTURE76Third-Person Point of ViewA third-person narrator tells the story using the third-person pronouns he, she, and it. This type of narrator views all events in a story from a distance and does not play a role in the actual plot. When the narrator is omniscient, readers have access to what all the characters are thinking and feeling. A limited omniscient narrator tells us what just one major or minor character is thinking and feeling. This perspective both conceals and reveals. While it restricts how much readers know, it can also give read-ers insight into who a character is and how that character sees the world. In “Miss Brill” by Katherine Mansfield, we see through the eyes of an aging woman sitting in a park in a vacation town in France, observing others around her. We experience all of the action and characters through her perspective. Oh, how fascinating it was! How she enjoyed it! How she loved sitting here, watch-ing it all! It was like a play. It was exactly like a play. Who could believe the sky at the back wasn’t painted? But it wasn’t till a little brown dog trotted on solemn and then slowly trotted off, like a little “theatre” dog, a little dog that had been drugged, that Miss Brill discovered what it was that made it so exciting. They were all on the stage. They weren’t only the audience, not only looking on; they were acting. Even she had a part and came every Sunday. No doubt somebody would have noticed if she hadn’t been there; she was part of the performance after all. How strange she’d never thought of it like that before! And yet it explained why she made such a point of starting from home at just the same time each week — so as not to be late for the performance — and it also explained why she had quite a queer, shy feeling at telling her English pupils how she spent her Sunday afternoons. No wonder! Miss Brill nearly laughed out loud. She was on the stage. She thought of the old invalid gentleman to whom she read the newspaper four afternoons a week while he slept in the garden. She had got quite used to the frail head on the cotton pillow, the hollowed eyes, the open mouth, and the high pinched nose. If he’d been dead she mightn’t have noticed for weeks; she wouldn’t have minded. But suddenly he knew he was having the paper read to him by an actress! “An actress!” The old head lifted; two points of light quivered in the old eyes. “An actress — are ye?” And Miss Brill smoothed the newspaper as though it were the manuscript of her part and said gently: “Yes, I have been an actress for a long time.”[1920]In this passage, Miss Brill (whose first name is never revealed) feels like part of the world she is observing. Priding herself on her ability to notice the rich details all around her, she does not see herself as a solitary or pitiful figure. We get to know her as a vibrant, joyful, appreciative, perhaps even contemplative person. Soon after, however, she overhears a young couple laughing at her, a slight that causes her to question whether she really has a part in this world that belongs to the young. We never know the motivation or level of awareness of any other character because the limited omniscient third-person viewpoint is that of Miss Brill. Another variation on the third-person perspective involves an objective nar-rator (also called a neutral narrator), who recounts only what characters say and JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in76 76JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in76 76 4/29/10 12:08:33 PM4/29/10 12:08:33 PMdo, offering no insight into their thinking or analysis of events; all interpretation is left to the reader. In the short story “The Lottery,” author Shirley Jackson uses this perspective to stand back and suspend judgment on an incident that turns ugly and violent: individuals are participating in a lottery to determine which member of the community will be stoned to death. Notice that the objectivity emphasizes the community’s willingness to go along with this “tradition.”The lottery was conducted — as were the square dances, the teen-age club, the Halloween program — by Mr. Summers, who had time and energy to devote to civic activities. He was a round-faced, jovial man and he ran the coal business, and people were sorry for him, because he had no children and his wife was a scold. When he arrived in the square, carrying the black wooden box, there was a murmur of conversation among the villagers, and he waved and called, “Little late today, folks.” The postmaster, Mr. Graves, followed him, carrying a three-legged stool, and the stool was put in the center of the square and Mr. Summers set the black box down on it. The villagers kept their distance, leaving a space between themselves and the stool, and when Mr. Summers said, “Some of you fellows want to give me a hand?” there was a hesitation before two men, Mr. Martin and his old-est son, Baxter, came forward to hold the box steady on the stool while Mr. Summers stirred up the papers inside it. [1948]The characters’ actions are described straightforwardly but without any commentary on why they do what they do or how they feel about it. There is no tone of approval or disapproval. Somehow, the detached reporting makes the horror of what is being reported even more striking because the failure to express an opinion suggests the narrator’s acceptance. Stream of ConsciousnessStream of consciousness is a narrative technique characteristic of such twentieth-century writers as William Faulkner, James Joyce, and Virginia Woolf. It takes readers inside the mind of a narrator, recounting thoughts, impressions, and feelings, from either a first-person or a third-person limited omniscient perspective. The reader is privy to exactly what the character is thinking, without the filters of causality or logic. Such interior monologues are often characterized by fragments, swift transitions,and a free association of ideas. In the following passage from Mrs. Dalloway, Woolf takes us into the mind of Clarissa Dalloway as she walks through the streets of London.For having lived in Westminster — how many years now? over twenty, — one feels even in the midst of the traffic, or waking at night, Clarissa was positive, a particular hush, or solemnity; an indescribable pause; a suspense (but that might be her heart, affected, they said, by influenza) before Big Ben strikes. There! Out it boomed. First a warning, musical; then the hour, irrevocable. The leaden circles dissolved in the air. Such fools we are, she thought, crossing Victoria Street. For Heaven only knows why one loves it so, how one sees it so, making it up, building 77ELEMENTS OF FICTIONJAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in77 77JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in77 77 4/29/10 12:08:34 PM4/29/10 12:08:34 PMCHAPTER 3 • THE BIG PICTURE78it round one, tumbling it, creating it every moment afresh; but the veriest frumps, the most dejected of miseries sitting on doorsteps (drink their downfall) do the same; can’t be dealt with, she felt positive, by Acts of Parliament for that very reason: they love life. In people’s eyes, in the swing, tramp, and trudge; in the bellow and the uproar; the carriages, motor cars, omnibuses, vans, sandwich men shuffling and swinging; brass bands; barrel organs; in the triumph and the jingle and the strange high singing of some aeroplane overhead was what she loved; life; London; this moment of June.[1925]While this narrative technique gives us access to an intimate perspective, it also requires us to sort through information. Random observations such as the sound of Big Ben and the traffic on Victoria Street are interwoven with philosophical musings on why Clarissa loves to be part of the “moment of June” in London. We hear and see what she does as she hears and sees it. The momentum picks up as the passage goes on, and we feel her joy in being part of the world increase moment by moment. Yet the narrator offers no causality or other connections among the perceptions and ideas. Woolf actually describes this technique perfectly in the title of another of her works called Moments of Being. Stream of consciousness can be challenging to read in that making order out of what seems to be chaos is largely left to the reader. • ACTIVITY •Read “Seeing Eye,” a short story by Brad Watson. What is the point of view from which the story is told? Discuss the effect this viewpoint has on the overall story. Seeing EyeBRAD WATSONThe dog came to the curb’s edge and stopped. The man holding on to his halter stopped beside him. Across the street, the signal flashed the words “Don’t Walk.” The dog saw the signal but paid little notice. He was trained to see what mattered: the absence of moving traffic. The signal kept blinking. The cars kept driving through the intersection. He watched the cars, listened to the intensity of their engines, the arid whine of their tires. He listened for something he’d become accustomed to hearing, the buzz and tumbling of switches from the box on the pole next to them. The dog associated it with the imminent stopping of the cars. He looked back over his right shoulder at the man, who stood with his head cocked, listening to the traffic.A woman behind them spoke up.“Huh,” she said. “The light’s stuck.”JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in78 78JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in78 78 4/29/10 12:08:34 PM4/29/10 12:08:34 PMThe dog looked at her, then turned back to watch the traffic, which contin-ued to rush through the intersection without pause.“I’m going down a block,’’ the woman said. She spoke to the man. “Would you like me to show you a detour? No telling how long this light will be.”“No, thank you,” the man said. “We’ll just wait a little bit. Right, Buck?” The dog looked back over his shoulder at the man, then watched the woman walk away.“Good luck,” the woman said. The dog’s ears stood up and he stiffened for just a second.“She said ‘luck,’ not ‘Buck,’” the man said, laughing easily and reaching down to scratch the dog’s ears. He gripped the loose skin on Buck’s neck with his right hand and gave it an affectionate shake. He continued to hold the halter guide loosely with his left.The dog watched the traffic rush by.“We’ll just wait here, Buck,” the man said. “By the time we go a block out of our way, the light will’ve fixed itself.” He cleared his throat and cocked his head, as if listening for something. The dog dipped his head and shifted his shoulders in the halter.The man laughed softly.“If we went down a block, I’ll bet that light would get stuck, too. We’d be following some kind of traveling glitch across town. We could go for miles, and then end up in some field, and a voice saying, ‘I suppose you’re wonder-ing why I’ve summoned you here.’”It was the longest they’d ever stood waiting for traffic to stop. The dog saw people across the street wait momentarily, glance around, then leave. He watched the traffic. It began to have a hypnotic effect upon him: the traffic, the blinking crossing signal. His focus on the next move, the crossing, on the implied courses of the pedestrians around them and those still waiting at the opposite curb, on the potential obstructions ahead, dissolved into the rare luxury of wandering attention.The sounds of the traffic grinding through the intersection were diminished to a small aural dot in the back of his mind, and he became aware of the regular bleat of a slow-turning box fan in an open window of the building behind them. Odd scents distinguished themselves in his nostrils and blended into a rich funk that swirled about the pedestrians who stopped next to them, a secret aromatic history that eddied about him even as the pedestrians mut-tered among themselves and moved on.The hard clean smell of new shoe leather seeped from the air-conditioned stores, overlaying the drift of worn leather and grime that eased from tiny musty pores in the sidewalk. He snuffled at them and sneezed. In a trembling confusion he was aware of all that was carried in the breeze, the strong odor of tobacco and the sharp rake of its smoke, the gasoline and exhaust fumes and the stench of aging rubber, the fetid waves that rolled through it all from garbage bins in the alleys and on the backstreet curbs.79ELEMENTS OF FICTION51015JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in79 79JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in79 79 4/29/10 12:08:34 PM4/29/10 12:08:34 PMCHAPTER 3 • THE BIG PICTURE80He lowered his head and shifted his shoulders in the harness like a boxer.“Easy, Buck,” the man said.Sometimes in their room the man paced the floor and seemed to say his words in time with his steps until he became like a lulling clock to Buck as he lay resting beneath the dining table. He dozed to the man’s mumbling and the sifting sound of his fingers as they grazed the pages of his book. At times in their dark room the man sat on the edge of his cot and scratched Buck’s ears and spoke to him. “Panorama, Buck,” he would say. “That’s the most difficult to recall. I can see the details, with my hands, with my nose, my tongue. It brings them back. But the big picture. I feel like I must be replacing it with something phony, like a Disney movie or something.” Buck looked up at the man’s shad-owed face in the dark room, at his small eyes in their sallow depressions.On the farm where he’d been raised before his training at the school, Buck’s name had been Pete. The children and the old man and the woman had tussled with him, thrown sticks, said, “Pete! Good old Pete.” They called out to him, mumbled the name into his fur. But now the man always said “Buck” in the same tone of voice, soft and gentle. As if the man were speak-ing to himself. As if Buck were not really there.“I miss colors, Buck,” the man would say. “It’s getting harder to remember them.The blue planet. I remember that. Pictures from space. From out in the blackness.”Looking up from the intersection, Buck saw birds dart through the sky between buildings as quickly as they slipped past the open window at dawn. He heard their high-pitched cries so clearly that he saw their beady eyes, their barbed tongues flicking between parted beaks. He salivated at the dusky taste of a dove once he’d held in his mouth. And in his most delicate bones he felt the murmur of some incessant activity, the low hum beyond the visible world. His hackles rose and his muscles tingled with electricity.There was a metallic whirring, like a big fat June bug stuck on its back, fol-lowed by the dull clunk of the switch in the traffic control box. Cars stopped. The lane opened up before them, and for a moment no one moved, as if the empty-eyed vehicles were not to be trusted, restrained only by some fragile miracle of faith. He felt the man carefully regrip the leather harness. He felt the activity of the world spool down into the tight and rifled tunnel of their path.“Forward, Buck,” said the man.He leaned into the harness and moved them into the world. [1996]Layered Points of ViewNot every story has a straightforward first- or third-person point of view. Often a novel is told through multiple layered perspectives. In her novel A Crime in the Neighborhood, Suzanne Berne tells the story from the viewpoint of a woman, Marsha, 20JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in80 80JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in80 80 4/29/10 12:08:34 PM4/29/10 12:08:34 PMwho recalls a violent crime that occurred when she was an adolescent. In the follow-ing passage, Marsha is remembering an encounter between a suspicious neighbor and her mother, who is waiting for guests to arrive for a barbecue. “I think I would like a little more wine, thank you,” [my mother] added after a moment, and held out her cup.As he bent to refill her cup, their eyes met and she smiled up at him. “It’s still early,” she told him. “They might still come.”“Yes,” he said.Two stories above them, I propped my chin on the back of a hand, leaning on the windowsill. Had she remembered to turn off the burner from under the pan of hamburger meat? Had she noticed, on her way out, if the freezer door was ajar?When I look back I don’t have trouble understanding how my mother got herself into Mr. Green’s yard that night. All the time she had been preparing dinner she must have been glancing out the kitchen window, watching him as he sat alone in his unsteady chair, stiff khaki shirt fading into the early evening. I suppose it was the cumulative effect of that vision that finally made her fumble toward the door as if the hamburger meat had already burned, as if the whole house were filled with smoke. Because as I recall it now there was something dire in the sight of Mr. Green that evening. Something powerful enough to send my mother rushing from the house, barefoot half-dressed. . . . What must have made my mother’s eyes sting that summer evening, what must have made her almost run to the kitchen door, had to be the fury of mortal fear — the fear that comes from understanding all at once that you are by yourself in a vast world, and that one day something worse than anything that has ever happened before will happen.[1998]The narrator begins recounting the story through dialogue between her mother and Mr. Green, dialogue that the narrator reconstructs from memory but presents as though it were just occurring. Her narrative voice intrudes from “[t]wo stories above them,” as she remembers herself as a young girl looking down from an upstairs win-dow, where she watched the encounter and wondered if her mother “remembered to turn off the burner from under the pan of hamburger meat.” In the next paragraph, the narrator reminds us that an older, more mature person is telling the story as a flashback: “When I look back . . .” What follows is hardly the consciousness of the young girl at the windowsill but that of an adult who is remembering the story and reflecting on how it influenced her. Another layered technique is to introduce a story using another story, called a narrative frame or frame story. A narrative frame establishes who is telling the main story and under what circumstances. Narrative frames usually create a shift in perspective. If the frame story is told in first-person present tense, perhaps the main story will be told as a flashback, or in third person as something that happened to 81ELEMENTS OF FICTION5JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in81 81JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in81 81 4/29/10 12:08:34 PM4/29/10 12:08:34 PMCHAPTER 3 • THE BIG PICTURE82someone else. When a frame is used to pass on a secondhand story, the reader is left to wonder if the narrator is getting everything right, or if he or she is misremem-bering or embellishing the tale. Mary Shelley uses a narrative frame for her novel Frankenstein. The primary narrator is Captain Robert Walton, who is on a scientific mission above the Arctic Circle to “tread a land never before imprinted by the foot of man.” In letters written to his sister, he retells the story being told to him by “the stranger” his crew found stranded on the ice, one Victor Frankenstein. August 19th, 17 — .Yesterday the stranger said to me, “You may easily perceive, Captain Walton, that I have suffered great and unparalleled misfortunes. I had determined, at one time, that the memory of these evils should die with me; but you have won me to alter my determination. You seek for knowledge and wisdom, as I once did; and I ardently hope that the gratification of your wishes may not be a serpent to sting you, as mine has been. I do not know that the relation of my disasters will be useful to you; yet, when I reflect that you are pursuing the same course, expos-ing yourself to the same dangers which have rendered me what I am, I imagine that you may deduce an apt moral from my tale; one that may direct you if you succeed in your undertaking, and console you in case of failure. Prepare to hear of occurrences which are usually deemed marvellous. Were we among the tamer scenes of nature, I might fear to encounter your unbelief, perhaps your ridicule; but many things will appear possible in these wild and mysterious regions, which would provoke the laughter of those unacquainted with the ever-varied powers of nature: — nor can I doubt but that my tale conveys in its series internal evidence of the truth of the events of which it is composed.”You may easily imagine that I was much gratified by the offered communi-cation; yet I could not endure that he should renew his grief by a recital of his misfortunes. I felt the greatest eagerness to hear the promised narrative, partly from curiosity, and partly from a strong desire to ameliorate his fate, if it were in my power. I expressed these feelings in my answer. “I thank you,” he replied, “for your sympathy, but it is useless; my fate is nearly fulfilled. I wait but for one event, and then I shall repose in peace. I understand your feeling,” continued he, perceiving that I wished to interrupt him; “but you are mistaken, my friend, if thus you will allow me to name you; nothing can alter my des-tiny: listen to my history, and you will perceive how irrevocably it is determined.” He then told me, that he would commence his narrative the next day when I should be at leisure. This promise drew from me the warmest thanks. I have resolved every night, when I am not imperatively occupied by my duties, to record, as nearly as possible in his own words, what he has related during the day. If I should be engaged, I will at least make notes. This manuscript will doubt-less afford you the greatest pleasure: but to me, who know him, and who hear it from his own lips, with what interest and sympathy shall I read it in some future day! Even now, as I commence my task, hisfull-toned voice swells in my ears; his lustrous eyes dwell on me with all their melancholy sweetness; I see his thin hand raised in animation, while the lineaments of his face are irradiated by the JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in82 82JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in82 82 4/29/10 12:08:35 PM4/29/10 12:08:35 PMsoul within. Strange and harrowing must be his story; frightful the storm which embraced the gallant vessel on its course, and wrecked it — thus! [1818]When a narrative frame is used, there is frequently a thematic link between the frame and the main narrative. In this case, both stories are about men who “seek for knowledge and wisdom.” With a frame of this sort, notice how many different ways this story gets told: • Walton writes a letter. • Walton quotes Frankenstein. • Walton comments on Frankenstein’s story.• Walton paraphrases what Frankenstein said. This complex storytelling technique effectively draws a connection between Walton and Frankenstein, between the frame and the main narrative. The following questions will help guide your analysis of point of view:• Is the point of view first person (I) or third person (he, she, it)? • Is the narrator a participant or an observer in the story? • If the point of view is first person, how reliable is the narrator? • If the perspective is third person, is the narrator omniscient or limited omni-scient?• Does the point of view shift during the course of the story? If so, what is the impact?• If the piece has a narrative frame, how does it relate thematically to the main narrative?• ACTIVITY •The following passage is from Colm Tóibín’s novel Brooklyn, which takes place in the mid-twentieth century. Discuss how the setting, as told from the third-person limited omniscient point of view, characterizes the narra-tor, a young woman who has recently immigrated to Brooklyn from a small town in Ireland. From BrooklynCOLM TÓIBÍNShe liked the morning air and the quietness of these few leafy streets, streets that had shops only on the corners, streets where people lived, where there were three or four apartments in each house and where she passed women accompanying their children to school as she went to work. As she walked 83ELEMENTS OF FICTIONJAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in83 83JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in83 83 4/29/10 12:08:35 PM4/29/10 12:08:35 PMCHAPTER 3 • THE BIG PICTURE84along, however, she knew she was getting close to the real world, which had wider streets and more traffic. Once she arrived at Atlantic Avenue, Brooklyn began to feel like a strange place to her, with so many gaps between buildings and so many derelict buildings. And then suddenly, when she arrived at Fulton Street, there would be so many people crowding to cross the street, and in such dense clusters, that on the first morning she thought a fight had broken out or someone was injured and they had gathered to get a good view. [2009]SymbolLiterary texts often contain symbols — objects, places, events, even characters — that carry more than literal meaning and therefore point the way to the meaning of the work as a whole. Symbols operate in fiction and drama much as they do in poetry, which we discussed in Chapter 2. It’s important to avoid making your study of a short story, novel, or play just a hunt for common symbols. Symbols work by associa-tion and always fit into the context of the work as a whole, so be careful not to jump to conclusions. There is no secret code that says that water always symbolizes rebirth, for instance. Water might symbolize rebirth in one work but could symbolize purity or infinite possibility in another. Other symbols are unique to specific texts, such as the green light at the end of the dock in The Great Gatsby (p. 25). Symbols are most often part of setting. Look back at the second paragraph from Poe’s short story “The Masque of the Red Death” (p. 67). The clock is described as having an especially dramatic and unsettling hourly chime. Everyone stops; the musicians are uneasy and the waltzers pause. The sound is unusual, not harmonious. Clearly, the clock and its chime symbolize the inevitability of time’s passing and, in this case, the reality that time is running out regardless of how much these people try to hide from death. Sometimes, however, symbols help develop a character. In the story “Clothes” by Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni, the clothing the main character chooses symbolizes dif-ferent phases of her life. When she leaves India to travel to America for her arranged marriage, she and her parents select an appropriate sari, the traditional dress: I wanted a blue one for the journey, because blue is the color of possibility, the color of the sky through which I would be traveling. But Mother said there must be red in it because red is the color of luck for married women. The colors are symbolic of how the narrator views her new life. Later, when she becomes Americanized, not just the color but also her choice of clothing symbolize her new identity: I’m wearing a pair of jeans now, marveling at the curves of my hips and thighs, which have always been hidden under the flowing lines of my saris. . . . The jeans come with a close-fitting T-shirt which . . . is sunrise-orange — the color, I decide, of joy, of my new American life.JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in84 84JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in84 84 4/29/10 12:08:35 PM4/29/10 12:08:35 PMThe following questions will help guide your analysis of symbols:• What objects does the writer seem to emphasize, through description, repeti-tion, or placement in the story? • What might be symbolic about the setting? What characters or aspects of a character might be symbolic? What events might be symbolic? • Is there a recurring pattern, or motif, of images or events? • How does your symbolic interpretation fit with the context of the story?• ACTIVITY •Think of a movie that includes a symbol. Discuss what the symbol means and how it connects to the meaning of the work as a whole. ThemeWhen we talk about the way a work of literature raises a question or explores an issue in addition to telling a story, we are talking about theme. The rich works you read in school usually have several themes, which are revealed through the piece’s plot, character, setting, point of view, and symbols. Identifying and articulating themes is not a simple process. Literary critic Northrop Frye used the term “the educated imagination” to describe the intersection of skills and knowledge with creativity. Think about the previous sections of this chapter — as well as Chapters 1 and 2 — as having educated your imagination so that now you’re ready to uncover the themes of complex novels, plays, short stories, and even poems. As you come up with a theme for a piece of writing, you are inevitably interpreting it; thus, the theme you find may not be the same one others find. There can be many themes in a work — not just one “answer” waiting to be discovered. Let’s put some of these ideas to work by examining the themes of a short story by Pulitzer Prize–winning author Edward P. Jones. The First DayEDWARD P. JONESOn an otherwise unremarkable September morning, long before I learned to be ashamed of my mother, she takes my hand and we set off down New Jersey Avenue to begin my very first day of school. I am wearing a checkeredlike blue-and-green cotton dress, and scattered about these colors are bits of yellow and white and brown. My mother has uncharacteristically spent nearly an hour on my hair that morning, plaiting and replaiting so that now my scalp tingles. Whenever I turn my head quickly, my nose fills with the faint smell of Dixie Peach hair grease. The smell is somehow a soothing one now and I will reach for it time and time 85ELEMENTS OF FICTIONJAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in85 85JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in85 85 4/29/10 12:08:35PM4/29/10 12:08:35 PMCHAPTER 3 • THE BIG PICTURE86again before the morning ends. All the plaits, each with a blue barrette near the tip and each twisted into an uncommon sturdiness, will last until I go to bed that night, something that has never happened before. My stomach is full of milk and oatmeal sweetened with brown sugar. Like everything else I have on, my pale green slip and underwear are new, the underwear having come three to a plastic package with a little girl on the front who appears to be dancing. Behind my ears, my mother, to stop my whining, has dabbed the stingiest bit of her gardenia perfume, the last present my father gave her before he disappeared into memory. Because I cannot smell it, I have only her word that the perfume is there. I am also wearing yellow socks trimmed with thin lines of black and white around the tops. My shoes are my greatest joy, black patent-leather miracles, and when one is nicked at the toe later that morning in class, my heart will break.I am carrying a pencil, a pencil sharpener, and a small ten-cent tablet with a black-and-white speckled cover. My mother does not believe that a girl in kinder-garten needs such things, so I am taking them only because of my insistent whin-ing and because they are presents from our neighbors, Mary Keith and Blondelle Harris. Miss Mary and Miss Blondelle are watching my two younger sisters until my mother returns. The women are as precious to me as my mother and sisters. Out playing one day, I have overheard an older child, speaking to another child, call Miss Mary and Miss Blondelle a word that is brand new to me. This is my mother: When I say the word in fun to one of my sisters, my mother slaps me across the mouth and the word is lost for years and years.All the way down New Jersey Avenue, the sidewalks are teeming with chil-dren. In my neighborhood, I have many friends, but I see none of them as my mother and I walk. We cross New York Avenue, we cross Pierce Street, and we cross L and K, and still I see no one who knows my name. At I Street, between New Jersey Avenue and Third Street, we enter Seaton Elementary School, a time-worn, sad-faced building across the street from my mother’s church, Mt. Carmel Baptist.Just inside the front door, women out of the advertisements in Ebony are greeting other parents and children. The woman who greets us has pearls thick as jumbo marbles that come down almost to her navel, and she acts as if she had known me all my life, touching my shoulder, cupping her hand under my chin. She is enveloped in a perfume that I only know is not gardenia. When, in answer to her question, my mother tells her that we live at 1227 New Jersey Avenue, the woman first seems to be picturing in her head where we live. Then she shakes her head and says that we are at the wrong school, that we should be at Walker-Jones.My mother shakes her head vigorously. “I want her to go here,” my mother says. “If I’da wanted her someplace else, I’da took her there.” The woman contin-ues to act as if she has known me all my life, but she tells my mother that we live beyond the area that Seaton serves. My mother is not convinced and for several more minutes she questions the woman about why I cannot attend Seaton. For as many Sundays as I can remember, perhaps even Sundays when I was in her 5JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in86 86JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in86 86 4/29/10 12:08:35 PM4/29/10 12:08:35 PMwomb, my mother has pointed across I Street to Seaton as we come and go to Mt. Carmel. “You gonna go there and learn about the whole world.” But one of the guardians of that place is saying no, and no again. I am learning this about my mother: The higher up on the scale of respectability a person is — and teachers are rather high up in her eyes — the less she is liable to let them push her around. But finally, I see in her eyes the closing gate, and she takes my hand and we leave the building. On the steps, she stops as people move past us on either side.“Mama, I can’t go to school?”She says nothing at first, then takes my hand again and we are down the steps quickly and nearing New Jersey Avenue before I can blink. This is my mother: She says, “One monkey don’t stop no show.”Walker-Jones is a larger, newer school and I immediately like it because of that. But it is not across the street from my mother’s church, her rock, one of her connections to God, and I sense her doubts as she absently rubs her thumb over the back of her hand. We find our way to the crowded auditorium where gray metal chairs are set up in the middle of the room. Along the wall to the left are tables and other chairs. Every chair seems occupied by a child or adult. Somewhere in the room a child is crying, a cry that rises above the buzz-talk of so many people. Strewn about the floor are dozens and dozens of pieces of white paper, and people are walking over them without any thought of picking them up. And seeing this lack of concern, I am all of a sudden afraid.“Is this where they register for school?” my mother asks a woman at one of the tables.The woman looks up slowly as if she has heard this question once too often. She nods. She is tiny, almost as small as the girl standing beside her. The woman’s hair is set in a mass of curlers and all of those curlers are made of paper money, here a dollar bill, there a five-dollar bill. The girl’s hair is arrayed in curls, but some of them are beginning to droop and this makes me happy. On the table beside the woman’s pocketbook is a large notebook, worthy of someone in high school, and looking at me looking at the notebook, the girl places her hand possessively on it. In her other hand she holds several pencils with thick crowns of additional erasers.“These the forms you gotta use?” my mother asks the woman, picking up a few pieces of the paper from the table. “Is this what you have to fill out?”The woman tells her yes, but that she need fill out only one.“I see,” my mother says, looking about the room. Then: “Would you help me with this form? That is, if you don’t mind.”The woman asks my mother what she means.“This form. Would you mind helpin me fill it out?”The woman still seems not to understand. “I can’t read it. I don’t know how to read or write, and I’m askin you to help me.” My mother looks at me, then looks away. I know almost all of her looks, but this one is brand new to me. “Would you help me, then?”The woman says Why sure, and suddenly she appears happier, so much more satisfied with everything. She finishes the form for her daughter and my 87ELEMENTS OF FICTION1015JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in87 87JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in87 87 4/29/10 12:08:36 PM4/29/10 12:08:36 PMCHAPTER 3 • THE BIG PICTURE88mother and I step aside to wait for her. We find two chairs nearby and sit. My mother is now diseased, according to the girl’s eyes, and until the moment her mother takes her and the form to the front of the auditorium, the girl never stops looking at my mother. I stare back at her. “Don’t stare,” my mother says to me. “You know better than that.”Another woman out of the Ebony ads takes the woman’s child away. Now, the woman says upon returning, let’s see what we can do for you two.My mother answers the questions the woman reads off the form. They start with my last name, and then on to the first and middle names. This is school, I think. This is going to school. My mother slowly enunciates each word of my name. This is my mother: As the questions go on, she takes from her pocketbook document after document, as if they will support my right to attend school, as if she has been saving them up for just this moment. Indeed, she takes out more papers than I have ever seen her do in other places: my birth certificate, my bap-tismal record, a doctor’s letter concerning my bout with chicken pox, rent receipts, records of immunization, a letterabout our public assistance payments, even her marriage license—every single paper that has anything even remotely to do with my five-year-old life. Few of the papers are needed here, but it does not matter and my mother continues to pull out the documents with the purposefulness of a magician pulling out a long string of scarves. She has learned that money is the beginning and end of everything in this world, and when the woman finishes, my mother offers her fifty cents, and the woman accepts it without hesitation. My mother and I are just about the last parent and child in the room.My mother presents the form to a woman sitting in front of the stage, and the woman looks at it and writes something on a white card, which she gives to my mother. Before long, the woman who has taken the girl with the drooping curls appears from behind us, speaks to the sitting woman, and introduces herself to my mother and me. She’s to be my teacher, she tells my mother. My mother stares.We go into the hall, where my mother kneels down to me. Her lips are quivering. “I’ll be back to pick you up at twelve o’clock. I don’t want you to go nowhere. You just wait right here. And listen to every word she say.” I touch her lips and press them together. It is an old, old game between us. She puts my hand down at my side, which is not part of the game. She stands and looks a second at the teacher, then she turns and walks away. I see where she has darned one of her socks the night before. Her shoes make loud sounds in the hall. She passes through the doors and I can still hear the loud sounds of her shoes. And even when the teacher turns me toward the classrooms and I hear what must be the singing and talking of all the children in the world, I can still hear my mother’s footsteps above it all.[1992]To uncover the themes of a story, you will have to rely on your observations, find portions of the work that seem significant or meaningful, and then explain why you think they are significant. Although literary elements often work together to create 20JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in88 88JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in88 88 4/29/10 12:08:36 PM4/29/10 12:08:36 PMa theme, we’re going to go element by element, in order to demonstrate a relatively systematic way of looking for themes. Let’s start with the plot of this story, which is pretty straightforward: an unedu-cated mother takes her daughter to the first day of kindergarten; they are refused admission to one school and have to go to another, where a kindly person assists the mother in filling out the necessary forms; the mother leaves the child at school, telling her to pay close attention to the teacher. That’s pretty much it. Yet within that plot, we can see quite a few events that seem to have deeper significance and could point toward possible themes. For instance, why would a mother who cannot read do her utmost, overcoming obstacle after obstacle, to get her child into school? This seems a bit paradoxical, more than a little heartwarming, and definitely important. Is the author’s message that perhaps the people who truly understand the importance of an education are the ones who haven’t had the benefit of one? Who are the characters in this story? The main characters are the mother and the daughter. The other characters are all female, mostly teachers. Where are the men in this story? That is definitely a question worth exploring, but let’s stick to the mother and the daughter for now. How does the daughter change or develop because of the action of the plot? Think about the title: “The First Day.” We can ask: the first day of what? Literally, it’s the first day of school, but it is also the first day that the narrator is leaving her family and entering society as a whole. It’s the first day that her education and her fate are being transferred from her mother to the female teachers, who are minor but important characters in this story. These observations suggest a number of themes, especially the importance of community in raising a child. The story’s setting is a poor neighborhood of Washington, D.C., and we’re given details about the school the mother wants her daughter to attend — the school that is directly across from her church. Why is the proximity of the church important to the setting? How does it reveal a theme? The narrator tells us that the church is very important to her mother — it is her “rock” — so it’s clear that the mother wants the daughter to go to the nearby school because it is familiar, safe, protected, and in a community she trusts. This aspect of the setting reinforces the theme we uncovered when looking at character: community is important in raising a child. But it also goes further, speaking to the mother’s anxiety about letting her daughter go. Point of view can often be a difficult platform for interpretation, but in this story, it is especially interesting. The narrator is the daughter, recalling the incident from the vantage point of adulthood. But the narrator is more specific about her point of view. She says that these events occurred “long before [she] learned to be ashamed of [her] mother” (para. 1). The word “learned” seems significant, given the context of this story about education. We think of education as being “book learning,” but it’s clear that some part of the narrator’s education has involved “learn-ing” to be ashamed of her mother. Yet as she’s telling this story, she does not seem ashamed; she seems proud of her mother’s heroic journey, proud that her mother overcame so many obstacles in order to make sure her daughter had a bright future. So one theme might involve the changing perspectives we have regarding our par-ents: When we are young, we think they are strong and infallible, but we grow to see 89ELEMENTS OF FICTIONJAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in89 89JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in89 89 4/29/10 12:08:36 PM4/29/10 12:08:36 PMCHAPTER 3 • THE BIG PICTURE90their flaws as we become part of the world rather than just part of a family; it takes time to come back around to respect and appreciate all the things our parents have done on our behalf.Not every story operates through symbols, and although this short piece may not have many, the narrator’s shoes could certainly be symbolic. She says, “My shoes are my greatest joy, black patent-leather miracles, and when one is nicked at the toe later that morning in class, my heart will break” (para. 1). Perhaps the fate of these shoes mirrors her relationship with her mother. Before going out into the world, she is proud of her mother, yet in the process of going to school, meeting other people, and learning new things, just like the shiny shoes, her mother’s image gets nicked. Perhaps that change is what really breaks her heart. So, one theme might be that on the first day of school, we are letting go of our parents just as much as they are letting go of us. As you can see, as you consider themes, you often move beyond the text to draw conclusions about the real world, what we called “extension” in Chapter 1. “The First Day,” for example, suggests something about the role of education in our lives that goes beyond this particular five-year-old’s first day in kindergarten. Isn’t this story really about the role education can play in parent-child relationships, when the child’s education outpaces that of the parent? Maybe Jones is asking us to think about what happened later, as the narrator aged, was successful at school, went on to college. Her mother may be one hundred percent supportive of her daughter’s educa-tion. Yet, those very opportunities can divide and separate the two, as the daughter’s experiences diverge from those of her mother. The narrator is looking back with obvious love and appreciation for her mother, yet Jones does not give us the story of what took place between “the first day” and the point from which the narratorremembers it. There is no magic formula for finding a novel, play, or short story’s themes other than observation and interpretation — and, of course, rereading. Nevertheless, here are a few suggestions to keep in mind as you try to articulate themes. 1. Subject and theme are not the same. The subject of Jones’s story may be a little girl’s first day of school, but the theme is what the work says about the subject. Thus, you should state a theme as a complete sentence (or two). For instance, “Once a child enters school, teachers, peers, and society as a whole take over some of the responsibility for raising that child. While this can expand a child’s horizons and create opportunities for him or her, it can also test the bond between parent and child.” 2. Avoid clichés. Even though “love conquers all” may indeed be a theme of Jones’s story, try to state it in a more original and sophisticated way. Clichés are lazy statements that ignore the complexity of a literary text.3. Do not ignore contradictory details. You don’t want to claim, for instance, that the theme of Jones’s story is about how a little girl came to be ashamed of her mother, since the mother is portrayed heroically in the story.4. A theme is not a moral. It may sometimes be tempting to extract “the moral of the story” (which is likely to be a cliché). Resist! Writers of drama and JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in90 90JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in90 90 4/29/10 12:08:36 PM4/29/10 12:08:36 PMfiction — and poetry — work indirectly. If a writer wanted to convey an idea directly, he or she would write an editorial for a newspaper. Those who choose to write a literary work do so to explore ideas indirectly through plots, characters, settings, points of view, symbols, and the like. 5. A literary work almost always has more than one theme. Notice how many themes we have already discussed for this very short story. It is likely that you will think of even more as you bring your own ideas and experiences to the piece. 6. Themes can be questions. Author Toni Morrison has said that she does not write to put forth answers but to explore questions. You’ll read some works that present an intellectual or moral dilemma, or pose a conundrum that you are not obligated to answer. Questions “The First Day” poses might be these: Why must parenting always involve loss? Do those who lack education value it more than those who take it for granted? When do children begin to understand and appreciate their parents?• ACTIVITY •Read the following short story, and try to articulate at least three possible themes.GirlJAMAICA KINCAID Wash the white clothes on Monday and put them on the stone heap; wash the color clothes on Tuesday and put them on the clothesline to dry; don’t walk barehead in the hot sun; cook pumpkin fritters in very hot sweet oil; soak your little cloths right after you take them off; when buying cotton to make yourself a nice blouse, be sure that it doesn’t have gum on it, because that way it won’t hold up well after a wash; soak salt fish overnight before you cook it; is it true that you sing benna in Sunday school?; always eat your food in such a way that it won’t turn someone else’s stomach; on Sundays try to walk like a lady and not like the slut you are so bent on becoming; don’t sing benna in Sunday school; you mustn’t speak to wharf-rat boys, not even to give directions; don’t eat fruits on the street — flies will follow you; but I don’t sing benna on Sundays at all and never in Sunday school; this is how to sew on a button; this is how to make a buttonhole for the button you have just sewed on; this is how to hem a dress when you see the hem coming down and so to prevent yourself from looking like the slut I know you are so bent on becoming; this is how you iron your father’s khaki shirt so that it doesn’t have a crease; this is how you iron your father’s khaki pants so that they don’t have a crease; this is how you grow okra — far from the house, because okra tree harbors red ants; when you are growing dasheen, make sure it gets plenty of water or else it makes your throat itch when you are eating it; this is how you sweep a corner; this is 91ELEMENTS OF FICTIONJAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in91 91JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in91 91 4/29/10 12:08:36 PM4/29/10 12:08:36 PMCHAPTER 3 • THE BIG PICTURE92how you sweep a whole house; this is how you sweep a yard; this is how you smile to someone you don’t like too much; this is how you smile to someone you don’t like at all; this is how you smile to someone you like completely; this is how you set a table for tea; this is how you set a table for dinner; this is how you set a table for dinner with an important guest; this is how you set a table for lunch; this is how you set a table for breakfast; this is how to behave in the presence of men who don’t know you very well, and this way they won’t recognize immedi-ately the slut I have warned you against becoming; be sure to wash every day, even if it is with your own spit; don’t squat down to play marbles — you are not a boy, you know; don’t pick people’s flowers — you might catch something; don’t throw stones at blackbirds, because it might not be a blackbird at all; this is how to make a bread pudding; this is how to make doukona; this is how to make pepper pot; this is how to make a good medicine for a cold; this is how to make a good medicine to throw away a child before it even becomes a child; this is how to catch a fish; this is how to throw back a fish you don’t like, and that way something bad won’t fall on you; this is how to bully a man; this is how a man bullies you; this is how to love a man, and if this doesn’t work there are other ways, and if they don’t work don’t feel too bad about giving up; this is how to spit up in the air if you feel like it, and this is how to move quick so that it doesn’t fall on you; this is how to make ends meet; always squeeze bread to make sure it’s fresh; but what if the baker won’t let me feel the bread?; you mean to say that after all you are really going to be the kind of woman who the baker won’t let near the bread? [1978]Special Considerations for Analyzing DramaAnalyzing drama is quite similar to analyzing fiction: both require consideration of plot, character, setting, symbol, and theme. However, there are some differences. The most important difference is that point of view is not a major concern in drama, because few plays have a narrator. If there is one, he or she is likely presented as a character who occasionally steps out to speak to the audience. Another major differ-ence is that a play is a theatrical as well as a literary experience. When we read a play, we imagine the performance: the actors creating the characters and reading the lines, the director interpreting the atmosphere and physical setting on stage, and especially the interaction between the performers and the audience. When we see a play on stage, we are literally seeing how other people read, imagine, and interpret that play, and that inevitably adds to the meaning of the work. Let’s look at some other ways that analyzing drama is different from analyzing fiction.PlotPlot works similarly in drama as in fiction. In fact, our traditional concept of how to structure a plot (p. 60) was developed by studying classic works from Greek drama JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in92 92JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in92 92 4/29/10 12:08:37 PM4/29/10 12:08:37 PMand Shakespeare’s plays. Drama, however, is often broken into acts, and acts are further divided into scenes. Acts and scenes structure a play, and it can be revealing to consider why the acts and scenes are divided as they are. CharacterSince a play does not have a narrator, dialogue, or the conversation between two or more characters, becomes an essential way to reveal character. Though playwrights attempt to representnormal speech patterns and usage, dramatic dialogue is usually different from normal human conversation. Every minute on stage must be used to the greatest advan-tage, so conversations must be pointed and charged with meaning. When reading drama, you should try to isolate three elements of dialogue: (1) the content of what is being said; (2) the way it is being said, including both the language and the stage directions for deliv-ering the line; and (3) the reaction and response from other characters. In Pygmalion by George Bernard Shaw, the two central characters, Eliza Doolittle and Henry Higgins, come from different worlds: she is a Cockney flower girl, Higgins is a professor of phonetics (pronunciation). Higgins bets that he can “make a duchess of this draggle-tailed guttersnipe” in six months, and he wins the bet. The following dialogue takes place as Eliza realizes that she’s a fish out of water in both her new world and her old world. In this exchange, notice how the dialogue characterizes Eliza and Henry. You might want to read the lines aloud to get a better sense of the pacing and rhythm, noting that Shaw uses spacing to emphasize some words. Eliza tries to control herself and feel indifferent as she rises and walks across to the hearth to switch off the lights. By the time she gets there she is on the point of screaming. She sits down in Higgins’s chair and holds on hard to the arms. Finally she gives way and flings herself furiously on the floor raging.Higgins [in despairing wrath outside]: What the devil have I done with my slippers? [He appears at the door].Liza [snatching up the slippers, and hurling them at him one after the other with all her force]: There are your slippers. And there. Take your slippers; and may you never have a day’s luck with them!Higgins [astounded]: What on earth — ! [He comes to her]. Whats the matter? Get up. [He pulls her up]. Anything wrong?Liza [breathless]: Nothing wrong — with y o u. Ive won your bet for you, havnt I? Thats enough for you. I dont matter, I suppose.Higgins: Y o u won my bet! You! Presumptuous insect! I won it. What did you throw those slippers at me for?Liza: Because I wanted to smash your face. I’d like to kill you, you selfish brute. Why didnt you leave me where you picked me out of — in the gutter? You thank God it’s all over, and that now you can throw me back again there, do you? [She crisps her fingers frantically].Higgins [looking at her in cool wonder]: The creature i s nervous, after all.Liza [gives a suffocated scream of fury, and instinctively darts her nails at his face]: !!93SPECIAL CONSIDERATIONS FOR ANALYZING DRAMA51015JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in93 93JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in93 93 4/29/10 12:08:37 PM4/29/10 12:08:37 PMCHAPTER 3 • THE BIG PICTURE94Higgins [catching her wrists]: Ah! would you? Claws in, you cat. How dare you shew your temper to me? Sit down and be quiet. [He throws her roughly into the easy-chair].Liza [crushed by superior strength and weight]: Whats to become of me? Whats to become of me?Higgins: How the devil do I know whats to become of you? What does it matter what becomes of you?Liza: You dont care. I know you dont care. You wouldnt care if I was dead. I’m nothing to you — not so much as them slippers.Higgins [thundering]: T h o s e slippers.Liza [with bitter submission]: Those slippers. I didnt think it made any difference now.A pause. Eliza hopeless and crushed. Higgins a little uneasy.Higgins [in his loftiest manner]: Why have you begun going on like this? May I ask whether you complain of your treatment here?Liza: No.Higgins: Has anybody behaved badly to you? Colonel Pickering? Mrs. Pearce? Any of the servants?Liza: No.Higgins: I presume you dont pretend that I have treated you badly.Liza: No.Higgins: I am glad to hear it. [He moderates his tone]. Perhaps youre tired after the strain of the day. Will you have a glass of champagne? [He moves towards the door].Liza: No. [Recollecting her manners] Thank you.Higgins [good-humored again]: This has been coming on you for some days. I suppose it was natural for you to be anxious about the garden party. But thats all over now. [He pats her kindly on the shoulder. She writhes]. Theres nothing more to worry about.Liza: No. Nothing more for y o u to worry about. [She suddenly rises and gets away from him by going to the piano bench, where she sits and hides her face]. Oh God! I wish I was dead.Higgins [staring after her in sincere surprise]: Why? in heaven’s name, why? [Reasonably, going to her] Listen to me, Eliza. All this irritation is purely subjective.Liza: I dont understand. I’m too ignorant.Higgins: It’s only imagination. Low spirits and nothing else. Nobody’s hurting you. Nothing’s wrong. You go to bed like a good girl and sleep it off. Have a little cry and say your prayers: that will make you comfortable.Liza: I heard y o u r prayers. “Thank God it’s all over!”Higgins [impatiently]: Well, dont you thank God it’s all over? Now you are free and can do what you like.Liza [pulling herself together in desperation]: What am I fit for? What have you left me fit for? Where am I to go? What am I to do? Whats to become of me?[1913]Perhaps what is most striking in this dialogue is that Higgins never really hears Liza. She is despondent and trying to figure out how she’s going to live the rest of her life, while he’s trying to find his slippers. When she hurls the slippers at him along with the wish that they never bring him anything good, he responds with utter surprise, 2025303540455055JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in94 94JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in94 94 4/29/10 12:08:37 PM4/29/10 12:08:37 PMasking, “Anything wrong?” The understatement in this scene is humorous, yet as the dialogue continues, we realize that Higgins completely lacks empathy for the young woman, who is his student — and his subject. In the face of her anger, he responds indignantly that she has stepped out of her place: “Presumptuous insect,” he calls her. She accuses him of not caring at all about her, and he responds by correcting her diction. He counters her emotion with sheer logic, asking her if she has been treated badly by anyone during her stay with him. Since she cannot point to any concrete act of mistreatment, he concludes that her problem is simply stress, which he dismisses as “purely subjective.” Ultimately, he treats her as if she were a child, sending her off to bed to have a good cry and get some rest. The dialogue has not only shown us the quintes-sential failure to communicate but also characterized Higgins as cerebral and detached and Liza as a woman in the midst of an identity crisis. Another important technique that playwrights use to reveal character is the soliloquy — a monologue in which a character, alone on the stage, reveals his or her thoughts or emotions, as if the character is thinking out loud. Through a soliloquy, a playwright can reveal to the audience a character’s motivation, intent, or even doubt. For example, in the following soliloquy from Shakespeare’s Othello, the villainous Iago reveals his jealousy toward Othello and his evil intent to bring him down. Iago: Thus do I ever make my fool my purse;For I mine own gained knowledge should profaneIf I would time expend with such a snipe°But for my sport and profit. I hate the Moor;And it is thought abroad° that ’twixt my sheetsHe’s done my office.° I know not if ’t be true;But I, for mere suspicion in that kind,Will do as if for surety.° He holds me well;°The better shall my purpose work on him.Cassio’s a proper° man. Let me see now:To get his place and to plume up° my willIn double knavery — How, how? — Let’s see:After some time, to abuse° Othello’s earThat he° is too familiar with his° wife.He hath a person and a smooth dispose°To be suspected, framed°PMCONTENTSxvi 2 CLOSE READING Analyzing Poetry and Passages of Fiction 19What Is Close Reading? 19First-Impression Questions 19Willa Cather, from My Antonia 19A. E. Housman, To an Athlete Dying Young 21The Elements of Style 21Diction 22Figurative Language 22Imagery 22Syntax 23Tone and Mood 23A Sample Close Analysis 24Eudora Welty, from Old Mr. Marblehall 24F. Scott Fitzgerald, from The Great Gatsby 25Special Considerations for Reading Poetry Closely 26Rhyme 26Meter 26Form 27Poetic Syntax 28Sound 28William Carlos Williams, The Red Wheelbarrow 28John Keats, Bright Star, would I were stedfast as thou art — 30A Sample Close Analysis 31Robert Herrick, Delight in Disorder 31Simon Ortiz, My Father’s Song 32Talking with the Text 33Think Aloud 33Christina Georgina Rossetti, Promises like Pie-Crust 34Annotation 35William Shakespeare, When, in disgrace with Fortune and men’s eyes 36Graphic Organizer 37Nathaniel Hawthorne, from The Scarlet Letter 40JAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indxvi xviJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indxvi xvi 4/29/10 12:06:15 PM4/29/10 12:06:15 PMFrom Analysis to Essay: Writing a Close Analysis Essay 41Yusef Komunyakaa, Slam, Dunk, & Hook 41Analyzing 42Developing a Thesis Statement 44Organizing a Close Analysis Essay 45Integrating Quotations 46Documenting Sources 46A Sample Close Analysis Essay 46 Carlton Curtis, The Beauty and Danger of Basketball (student writing) 46Edward Hirsch, Fast Break 49Working with Two Texts: The Comparison and Contrast Essay 50Developing a Thesis Statement 51Organizing a Comparison and Contrast Essay 52Transitions 54Documenting Sources 55A Sample Comparison and Contrast Essay 55 Talat Rubin, One Game, Two Lives (student writing) 55William Stafford, Traveling through the Dark 57Maxine Kumin, Woodchucks 58 3 THE BIG PICTURE Analyzing Fiction and Drama 59Elements of Fiction 59Plot 59Gabriel García Márquez, One of These Days 61Character 63Jane Austen, from Pride and Prejudice 64Charles Dickens, from Hard Times 66Setting 67Edgar Allan Poe, from The Masque of the Red Death 67John Steinbeck, from The Grapes of Wrath 69Henry Roth, from Call It Sleep 70George Orwell, from 1984 71Thomas Hardy, from Tess of the D’Urbervilles 72Point of View 73Dinaw Mengestu, from The Beautiful Things That Heaven Bears 74xviiCONTENTS JAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indxvii xviiJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indxvii xvii 4/29/10 12:06:15 PM4/29/10 12:06:15 PMCONTENTS xviiiMark Twain, from The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn 75Katherine Mansfi eld, from Miss Brill 76Shirley Jackson, from The Lottery 77Virginia Woolf, from Mrs. Dalloway 77Brad Watson, Seeing Eye 78Suzanne Berne, from A Crime in the Neighborhood 81Mary Shelley, from Frankenstein 82Colm Tóibín, from Brooklyn 83Symbol 84Theme 85Edward P. Jones, The First Day 85Jamaica Kincaid, Girl 91Special Considerations for Analyzing Drama 92Plot 92Character 93George Bernard Shaw, from Pygmalion 93William Shakespeare, from Othello, the Moor of Venice 95Setting 96Henrik Ibsen, from A Doll’s House 96Lorraine Hansberry, from A Raisin in the Sun 97Symbol 98D. L. Coburn, from The Gin Game 99Terrence McNally, Andre’s Mother 100From Analysis to Essay: Writing an Interpretive Essay 102Susan Glaspell, Trifl es 102Analyzing Literary Elements 111Developing a Thesis Statement 112Planning an Interpretive Essay 115Supporting Your Interpretation 117A Sample Interpretive Essay 118 Aneyn M. O’Grady, Student Essay on Trifl es 119 4 ENTERING THE CONVERSATION 123CONVERSATION Coming to America 124Emma Lazarus, The New Colossus (poetry) 125JAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indxviii xviiiJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indxviii xviii 4/29/10 12:06:16 PM4/29/10 12:06:16 PMLewis W. Hine, Playground in Tenement Alley, Boston, (photography) 126Langston Hughes, Let America Be America Again (poetry) 127Dwight Okita, In Response to Executive Order 9066: All Americans of Japanese Descent Must Report to Relocation Centers (poetry) 131Pat Mora, Immigrants (poetry) 132Amy Tan, Two Kinds (fi ction) 133Judith Ortiz Cofer, The Latin Deli (poetry) 141Bharati Mukherjee, Two Ways to Belong in America (nonfi ction) 143Writing an Essay Using Multiple Texts 146Developing a Thesis Statement 147Organizing an Essay Using Multiple Texts 149Using Literary Texts as Evidence 150Integrating Quotations 152Including Personal Experience as Evidence 156A Sample Essay Using Multiple Texts 157 Maddie Ramey, “The Golden Door”: The Ideals of “The New Colossus” in America Today (student writing) 157 5 HOME AND FAMILY 161Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. — Leo Tolstoy, Anna KareninaCLASSIC TEXTJames Joyce, The Dead 162MODERN TEXTAugust Wilson, Fences 195FICTIONF. Scott Fitzgerald, Babylon Revisited 250Tillie Olsen, I Stand Here Ironing 265Helena María Viramontes, The Moths 272Helena María Viramontes on Writing 278May-lee Chai, Saving Sourdi 281xixCONTENTSJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indxix xixJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indxix xix 11/23/10 12:21:35 PM11/23/10 12:21:35 PMPOETRYThomas Bastard, De Puero Balbutiente 295Ben Jonson, On My First Son 297Anne Bradstreet, Before the Birth of One of Her Children 298William Wordsworth, We Are Seven 299William Butler Yeats, A Prayer for My Daughter 302Langston Hughes, Mother to Son 305Theodore Roethke, My Papa’s Waltz 307Robert Hayden, Those Winter Sundays 308Sylvia Plath, Daddy 310Sharon Olds, Rite of Passage 313Linda Pastan, Marks 315Mary Oliver, Wild Geese 316Eamon Grennan, Pause 317Li-Young Lee, The Hammock 319Kevin Young, Cousins 321Paired PoemsEavan Boland, The Pomegranate 323Rita Dove, The Bistro Styx 326VISUAL TEXTJacob Lawrence, A Family 329CONVERSATION The Lure and Language of Food 331Vincent Van Gogh, The Potato-Eaters (painting) 332Ralph Ellison, I Yam What I Am (fi ction) 333Naomi Shihab Nye, My Father and the Figtree (poetry) 337Laura Esquivel, January: Christmas Rolls (fi ction) 339Lisa Parker, Snapping Beans (poetry) 347Chris Offutt, Brain Food (nonfi ction) 349Geeta Kothari, If You Are What You Eat, Then What Am I? (nonfi ction) 351STUDENT WRITING Comparison and Contrast 360THE WRITER’S CRAFT — CLOSE READING Connotation 362SUGGESTIONS FOR WRITING Home and Family 365CONTENTSxxJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indxx xxJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indxx xx 4/29/10 12:06:16 PM4/29/10 12:06:16 PM 6 IDENTITY AND CULTURE 367No man, for any considerable period, can wear one face to himself, and another to the multitude, without fi nally getting bewildered as to which may be the true. — Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter CLASSIC TEXTJoseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness 369MODERN TEXTJhumpa Lahiri, Interpreter of Maladies 434FICTIONNathaniel Hawthorne, Young Goodman Brown 452John Updike, A & P 462Joyce Carol Oates, Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been? 467Ana Menéndez, In Cuba I Was a German Shepherd 481POETRYJohn Milton, When I consider how my light is spent 495Alexander Pope, The Quiet Life 496William Wordsworth, The World Is Too Much with Us 498Ralph Waldo Emerson, The Apology 499Emily Dickinson, I’m Nobody! Who are you? 501E. E. Cummings, the Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls 502Countee Cullen, Heritage 503Dylan Thomas, Fern Hill 508Gwendolyn Brooks, We Real Cool 510Mahmoud Darwish, Identity Card 513Kamau Brathwaite, Ogun 515Gary Soto, Mexicans Begin Jogging 518Sherman Alexie, The Powwow at the End of the World 519Julia Alvarez, First Muse 521Nathalie Handal, Caribe in Nueva York 523Nathalie Handal on Writing 525Paired Poems Elizabeth Barrett Browning, To George Sand: A Desire 528Elizabeth Barrett Browning, To George Sand: A Recognition 529xxiCONTENTSJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indxxito make women false.The Moor is of a free and open° nature,That thinks men honest that but seem to be so,And will as tenderly° be led by the nose95SPECIAL CONSIDERATIONS FOR ANALYZING DRAMA3 snipe: woodcock, i.e., fool. 5 it is thought abroad: it is rumored. 6 my offi ce: i.e., my sexual function as husband. 8 do . . . surety: act as if on certain knowledge. holds me well: regards me favorably. 10 proper: handsome. 11 plume up: put a feather in the cap of, i.e., glorify, gratify. 13 abuse: deceive. 14 he: Cassio. his: Othello’s. 15 dispose: disposition. 16 framed: formed, made. 17 free and open: frank and unsuspecting. 19 tenderly: readily.51015JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in95 95JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in95 95 4/29/10 12:08:37 PM4/29/10 12:08:37 PMCHAPTER 3 • THE BIG PICTURE96As asses are.I have’t. It is engender’d. Hell and nightMust bring this monstrous birth to the world’s light. [c.1603]Until this point, the audience or reader has seen Iago depicted as an honest and trustworthy person, yet this soliloquy reveals him to be quite the opposite. The duplicity that puts the plot in motion and creates the conflict of the play becomes clear to the audience but not to other characters, resulting in dramatic irony. Iago observes that “it is thought abroad” (l. 5) that his wife was unfaithful to him with Othello, but he admits that he has no proof: in its absence, “mere suspicion . . . / Will do as if for surety” (ll. 7–8). The audience at this point becomes privy to Iago’s think-ing. Iago recognizes that Othello’s good opinion of him will work to his advantage: “The better shall my purpose work on him” (l. 9). He thinks about another character, Cassio, who could be part of his plan, his “double knavery.” By the end, when Iago says, “I have’t,” the audience has been let in on his plan to entrap Othello with lies and deception. Without a narrator to give us access to the mind of a character, a soliloquy is the perfect way to expose his or her inner workings, struggles, and reflections.SettingSetting is different in a play because there is a physical set to consider. The playwright has to keep this in mind when writing and be realistic about what most theaters will be able to stage. In modern plays, we usually find fairly explicit information about the setting, which a director can use to create a set and which we, as readers, can use to build a mental image. In A Doll’s House by Henrik Ibsen, for instance, the scenery for act I is described in considerable detail:ACT IA comfortable room, tastefully but not expensively furnished. A door to the right in the back wall leads to the entryway; another to the left leads to Helmer’s study. Between these doors, a piano. Midway in the left-hand wall a door, and further back a window. Near the window a round table with an armchair and a small sofa. In the right-hand wall, toward the rear, a door, and nearer the foreground a porcelain stove with two armchairs and a rocking chair beside it. Between the stove and the side door, a small table. Engravings on the walls. An étagère with china figures and other small art objects; a small bookcase with richly bound books; the floor carpeted; a fire burning in the stove. It is a winter day.[A bell rings in the entryway; shortly after we hear the door being unlocked. Nora comes into the room, humming happily to herself; she is wearing street clothes and carries an armload of packages, which she puts down on the table to the right. She has left the hall door open, and through it a Delivery Boy is seen holding a Christmas tree and a basket, which he gives to the Maid who let them in.][1879]20JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in96 96JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in96 96 4/29/10 12:08:38 PM4/29/10 12:08:38 PMIbsen’s instructions indicate where doors and windows are, the location of a piano, the placement of a rocker next to two armchairs. At the same time, some of the directions are subject to interpretation, such as this being a “comfortable room, tastefully but not expen-sively furnished.” That part is left to the reader’s — or set designer’s — imagination. • ACTIVITY •Read the opening stage directions that Lorraine Hansberry wrote for her play A Raisin in the Sun. What is the connection between the setting and the characters? How does this opening section suggest ideas likely to be explored during the course of the play? From A Raisin in the SunLORRAINE HANSBERRYThe Younger living room would be a comfortable and well-ordered room if it were not for a number of indestructible contradictions to this state of being. Its furnishings are typical and undistinguished and their primary feature now is that they have clearly had to accommodate the living of too many people for too many years — and they are tired. Still, we can see that at some time, a time probably no longer remembered by the family (except perhaps for Mama), the furnishings of this room were actually selected with care and love and even hope — and brought to this apartment and arranged with taste and pride.That was a long time ago. Now the once loved pattern of the couch upholstery has to fight to show itself from under acres of crocheted doilies and couch covers which have themselves finally come to be more important than the upholstery. And here a table or a chair has been moved to disguise the worn places in the carpet; but the carpet has fought back by showing its weariness, with depressing uniformity, elsewhere on its surface.Weariness has, in fact, won in this room. Everything has been polished, washed, sat on, used, scrubbed too often. All pretenses but living itself have long since vanished from the very atmosphere of this room.Moreover, a section of this room, for it is not really a room unto itself, though the landlord’s lease would make it seem so, slopes backward to provide a small kitchen area, where the family prepares the meals that are eaten in the living room proper, which must also serve as dining room. The single window that has been provided for these “two” rooms is located in this kitchen area. The sole natural light the family may enjoy in the course of a day is only that which fights its way through this little window.At left, a door leads to a bedroom which is shared by Mama and her daughter, Beneatha. At right, opposite, is a second room (which in the begin-ning of the life of this apartment was probably a breakfast room) which serves as a bedroom for Walter and his wife, Ruth.97SPECIAL CONSIDERATIONS FOR ANALYZING DRAMA5JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in97 97JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in97 97 4/29/10 12:08:38 PM4/29/10 12:08:38 PMCHAPTER 3 • THE BIG PICTURE98TIME: Sometime between World War II and the present.PLACE: Chicago’s Southside.AT RISE: It is morning dark in the living room. Travis is asleep on the make-down bed at center. An alarm clock sounds from within the bedroom at right, and presently Ruth enters from that room and closes the door behind her. She crosses sleepily toward the window. As she passes her sleeping son she reaches down and shakes him a little. At the window she raises the shade and a dusky Southside morning light comes in feebly. She fills a pot with water and puts it on to boil. She calls to the boy, between yawns, in a slightly muffled voice.Ruth is about thirty. We can see that she was a pretty girl, even exception-ally so, but now it is apparent that life has been little that she expected, and disappointment has already begun to hang in her face. In a few years, before thirty-five even, she will be known among her people as a “settled woman.”She crosses to her son and gives him a good, final, rousing shake. [1959]SymbolIn drama, symbols are intended to be visually represented on stage, making them even more clear and powerful than symbols in fiction. These symbols may be part of the setting, character, oreven the plot. Let’s return to the stage directions for A Doll’s House. Ibsen opens act II by shifting the setting just slightly: ACT IISame room. Beside the piano the Christmas tree now stands stripped of ornament, burned-down candle stubs on its ragged branches. Nora’s street clothes lie on the sofa. Nora, alone in the room, moves restlessly about; at last she stops at the sofa and picks up her coat.Notice the change in the Christmas tree from act I to act II. The Christmas tree and its degradation become a symbol of the intensifying conflict going on in the household. In drama, any item used by an actor or as part of scenery is called a prop — short for “theatrical property,” because props are items owned not by the actors but by the theater or troupe. Props may simply add to a character’s appearance (a pipe held by a detective) or to the atmosphere created by the setting (an old rocking chair), but they frequently function as symbols. In August Wilson’s 1987 play The Piano Lesson, the piano is a central symbol of the play. Wilson emphasizes its importance in his opening directions to the play:Dominating the parlor is an old upright piano. On the legs of the piano, carved in the manner of African sculpture, are mask-like figures resembling totems. The carvings are rendered with a grace and power of invention that lifts them out of the realm of craftsman-ship and into the realm of art.10JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in98 98JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in98 98 4/29/10 12:08:38 PM4/29/10 12:08:38 PMWilson reveals the symbolic meaning of the piano through the course of the play. Purchased through an exchange for slaves, the piano symbolizes the treatment of slaves not as human beings but as property. The piano becomes the site of conflict when a family member wants to sell it to purchase land. How the characters view the piano tells us something about them and their values. Wilson scholar Sandra Shannon describes its importance: “a 135-year-old piano that is simultaneously the Charles family heirloom and a unifying device for the play . . . [it is] the center of the play’s conflict as well as its symbolic core.” When considering the relationship between setting and symbol, it is good to keep in mind the principle that has come to be called “Chekhov’s gun.” Playwright Anton Chekhov said, “If in the first act you have hung a pistol on the wall, then in the following one it should be fired. Otherwise don’t put it there.” Chekhov is suggesting that symbols should be intentional, not misleading.Elements of the plot itself can work as symbols, especially in performance. In The Gin Game, which won the 1978 Pulitzer Prize for Drama, playwright D. L. Coburn depicts two characters, Weller and Fonsia, in a home for the elderly. As they become acquainted, their conversation becomes increasingly adversarial, a battle of sorts. Here is one exchange close to the end of the play:Weller [Sitting down]: Well, come on, I’ll play you a hand of gin.Fonsia: You know, Weller, you can be such an . . . an enjoyable person to be with — you’ve got a wonderful sense of humor . . . If it wasn’t for that damn gin game.Weller: My goodness, Fonsia. Such language.Fonsia: Weller, I’ve played all the cards I’m going to play.Weller: Now, Fonsie, I’m not going to argue with you. We’re playing gin![Fonsia gets to her feet.]Fonsia: That’s it, Weller! You’re not going to drop this gin game business . . . and I’m not going to play. So there’s no reason for us to sit here and fight over it. I’ll just go on in.Weller: You stay right where you are.Fonsia: It’s the only thing I know to do.Weller: What do you mean, it’s the only thing you know to do?? You came out here, didn’t you? [Weller is now on his feet.]Fonsia: Yes, I did. But certainly not to play gin. All I wanted . . .Weller: All you wanted to do was manipulate me! We’ve been playing your game . . . NOW WE’RE GONNA PLAY MINE.[1976]In the course of the play — seventeen hands of gin rummy — these characters drop their pleasant façades and reveal their controlling and bitter natures. The recreational activity of playing cards transforms into something larger than a mere game. As the audience reads or watches the play, the card game that moves the plot forward comes to symbolize the battle with life and aging that the characters are waging. Weller thinks he has gotten a bad hand, and he tries to change his luck, if only symbolically, by winning at gin rummy. The play asks: Do you play your cards by being honest? by bluffing and 99SPECIAL CONSIDERATIONS FOR ANALYZING DRAMA51015JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in99 99JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in99 99 4/29/10 12:08:38 PM4/29/10 12:08:38 PMCHAPTER 3 • THE BIG PICTURE100lying? Can you strategize and control the game, or is it all a matter of luck? No wonder the author described the card game as “the engine that drives the play.”• ACTIVITY •Theme functions similarly in drama as it does in fiction. Read the following one-act play, Andre’s Mother, by Terrence McNally, first performed in New York City in 1988. The characters have gathered for the funeral of Andre, who has died of AIDS. Articulate at least two themes of the play, paying careful attention to character, dialogue, setting, and symbol. Andre’s MotherTERRENCE MCNALLYFour people enter. They are nicely dressed and carry white helium-filled bal-loons on a string. They are CAL, a young man; ARTHUR, his father; PENNY, his sister; and ANDRE’S MOTHER.CAL: You know what’s really terrible? I can’t think of anything terrific to say. Goodbye. I love you. I’ll miss you. And I’m supposed to be so great with words!PENNY: What’s that over there?ARTHUR: Ask your brother.CAL: It’s a theatre. An outdoor theatre. They do plays there in the summer. Shakespeare’s plays. (To ANDRE’S MOTHER.) God, how much he wanted to play Hamlet. It was his greatest dream. I think he would have sold his soul to play it. He would have gone to Timbuktu to have another go at that part. The summer he did it in Boston, he was so happy!PENNY: Cal, I don’t think she . . . ! It’s not the time. Later.ARTHUR: Your son was a . . . the Jews have a word for it . . .PENNY: (Quietly appalled.) Oh my God!ARTHUR: Mensch, I believe it is and I think I’m using it right. It means warm, solid, the real thing. Correct me if I’m wrong.PENNY: Fine, dad, fine. Just quit while you’re ahead.ARTHUR: I won’t say he was like a son to me. Even my son isn’t always like a son to me. I mean . . . ! In my clumsy way, I’m trying to say how much I liked Andre. And how much he helped me to know my own boy. Cal was always two hands full but Andre and I could talk about anything under the sun. My wife was very fond of him, too.PENNY: Cal, I don’t understand about the balloons.CAL: They represent the soul. When you let go, it means you’re letting his soul ascend to Heaven. That you’re willing to let go. Breaking the last earthly ties.PENNY: Does the Pope know about this?510152025JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in100 100JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in100 100 4/29/10 12:08:39 PM4/29/10 12:08:39 PMARTHUR: Penny!PENNY: Andre loved my sense of humor. Listen, you can hear him laughing. (She lets go of her white balloon.) So long, you glorious, wonderful, I-know-what-Cal-means-about-words . . . man! God forgive me for wish-ing you were straight every time I laid eyes on you. But if any man was going to have you, I’m glad it was my brother! Look how fast it went up. I bet that means something. Something terrific.ARTHUR: (ARTHUR lets his balloon go.) Goodbye. God speed.PENNY: Cal?CAL: I’m not ready yet.PENNY: Okay. We’ll be over there. Come on, pop, you can buy your little girl a Good Humor.ARTHUR: They still make Good Humor?PENNY: Only now they’re called Dove Bars and they cost 12 dollars. (PENNY takes ARTHUR off. CAL and ANDRE’S MOTHER stand with theirballoons.)CAL: I wish I knew what you were thinking. I think it would help me. You know almost nothing about me and I only know what Andre told me about you. I’d always had it in my mind that one day we would be friends, you and me. But if you didn’t know about Andre and me . . . If this hadn’t hap-pened, I wonder if he would have ever told you. When he was so sick, if I asked him once I asked him a thousand times, tell her. She’s your mother. She won’t mind. But he was so afraid of hurting you and of your disapproval. I don’t know which was worse. (No response. He sighs.) God, how many of us live in this city because we don’t want to hurt our mothers and live in mortal terror of their disapproval. We lose ourselves here. Our lives aren’t furtive, just our feelings toward people like you are! A city of fugitives from our parent’s scorn or heartbreak. Sometimes he’d seem a little down and I’d say, “What’s the matter, babe?” and this funny sweet, sad smile would cross his face and he’d say, “Just a little homesick, Cal, just a little bit.” I always accused him of being a country boy just playing at being a hot shot, sophisticated New Yorker. (He sighs.) It’s bullshit. It’s all bullshit. (Still no response.) Do you remember the comic strip Little Lulu? Her mother had no name, she was so remote, so formidable to all the children. She was just Lulu’s mother. “Hello, Lulu’s Mother,” Lulu’s friends would say. She was almost anonymous in her remoteness. You remind me of her. Andre’s mother. Let me answer the questions you can’t ask and then I’ll leave you alone and you won’t ever have to see me again. Andre died of AIDS. I don’t know how he got it. I tested negative. He died bravely. You would have been proud of him. The only thing that frightened him was you. I’ll have everything that was his sent to you. I’ll pay for it. There isn’t much. You should have come up the summer he played Hamlet. He was magnificent. Yes, I’m bitter. I’m bitter I’ve lost him. I’m bitter what’s happening. I’m bitter even now, after all this, I can’t reach you. I’m beginning to feel your disapproval and it’s 101SPECIAL CONSIDERATIONS FOR ANALYZING DRAMA303540455055606570JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in101 101JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in101 101 4/29/10 12:08:39 PM4/29/10 12:08:39 PMCHAPTER 3 • THE BIG PICTURE102making me ill. (He looks at his balloon.) Sorry, old friend. I blew it. (He lets go of the balloon.) Good night, sweet prince, and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest! (Beat.) Goodbye, Andre’s mother. (He goes. ANDRE’S MOTHER stands alone holding her white balloon. Her lip trembles. She looks on the verge of breaking down. She is about to let go of the bal-loon when she pulls it down to her. She looks at it a while before she gently kisses it. She lets go of the balloon. She follows it with her eyes as it rises and rises. The lights are beginning to fade. ANDRE’S MOTHER’s eyes are still on the balloon. Blackout.) [1988]From Analysis to Essay: Writing an Interpretive EssayLet’s take a look at a short play. As you read it, consider the literary elements we have discussed: plot, character, setting, and symbol. Try to formulate at least two or three thematic statements that could become the thesis for an interpretive essay. TriflesSUSAN GLASPELLCHARACTERSGeorge Henderson, county attorneyHenry Peters, sheriffLewis Hale, a neighboring farmerMrs. PetersMrs. Halescene: The kitchen in the now abandoned farmhouse of John Wright, a gloomy kitchen, and left without having been put in order — unwashed pans under the sink, a loaf of bread outside the breadbox, a dish towel on the table — other signs of incompleted work. At the rear the outer door opens and the Sheriff comes in followed by the County Attorney and Hale. The Sheriff and Hale are men in middle life, the County Attorney is a young man; all are much bundled up and go at once to the stove. They are followed by the two women — the Sheriff’s wife first; she is a slight wiry woman, a thin nervous face. Mrs. Hale is larger and would ordinarily be called more comfortable looking, but she is disturbed now and looks fearfully about as she enters. The women have come in slowly, and stand close together near the door.County Attorney [rubbing his hands]: This feels good. Come up to the fire, ladies.Mrs. Peters [after taking a step forward]: I’m not — cold.Sheriff [unbuttoning his overcoat and stepping away from the stove as if to mark the begin-ning of official business]: Now, Mr. Hale, before we move things about, you explain to Mr. Henderson just what you saw when you came here yesterday morning.County Attorney: By the way, has anything been moved? Are things just as you left them yesterday?575JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in102 102JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in102 102 4/29/10 12:08:39 PM4/29/10 12:08:39 PM103FROM ANALYSIS TO ESSAY: WRITING AN INTERPRETIVE ESSAYSheriff [looking about]: It’s just about the same. When it dropped below zero last night I thought I’d better send Frank out this morning to make a fire for us — no use getting pneumonia with a big case on, but I told him not to touch anything except the stove — and you know Frank.County Attorney: Somebody should have been left here yesterday.Sheriff: Oh — yesterday. When I had to send Frank to Morris Center for that man who went crazy — I want you to know I had my hands full yesterday. I knew you could get back from Omaha by today and as long as I went over everything here myself —County Attorney: Well, Mr. Hale, tell just what happened when you came here yester-day morning.Hale: Harry and I had started to town with a load of potatoes. We came along the road from my place and as I got here I said, “I’m going to see if I can’t get John Wright to go in with me on a party telephone.” I spoke to Wright about it once before and he put me off, saying folks talked too much anyway, and all he asked was peace and quiet — I guess you know about how much he talked himself; but I thought maybe if I went to the house and talked about it before his wife, though I said to Harry that I didn’t know as what his wife wanted made much difference to John —County Attorney: Let’s talk about that later, Mr. Hale. I do want to talk about that, but tell now just what happened when you got to the house.Hale: I didn’t hear or see anything; I knocked at the door, and still it was all quiet inside. I knew they must be up, it was past eight o’clock. So I knocked again, and I thought I heard somebody say, “Come in.” I wasn’t sure, I’m not sure yet, but I opened the door — this door [indicating the door by which the two women are still standing] and there in that rocker — [pointing to it] sat Mrs. Wright. [They all look at the rocker.]County Attorney: What — was she doing?Hale: She was rockin’ back and forth. She had her apron in her hand and was kind of — pleating it.County Attorney: And how did she — look?Hale: Well, she looked queer.County Attorney: How do you mean — queer?Hale: Well, as if she didn’t know what she was going to do next. And kind of done up.County Attorney: How did she seem to feel about your coming?Hale: Why, I don’t think she minded — one way or other. She didn’t pay much attention. I said, “How do, Mrs. Wright, it’s cold, ain’t it?” And she said, “Is it?” — and went on kind of pleating at her apron. Well, I was surprised; she didn’t ask me to come up to the stove, or to set down, but just sat there, not even looking at me, so I said, “I want to see John.” And then she — laughed. I guess you would call it a laugh. I thought of Harry and the team outside, so I said a little sharp: “Can’t I see John?” “No,” she says, kind o’ dull like. “Ain’t he home?” says I. “Yes,” says she, “he’s home.” “Then why can’t I see him?” I asked her, out of patience. “’Cause he’s dead,” says she. “Dead?” says I. She justnodded her head, not getting a bit excited, but rockin’ back and forth. “Why — where is he?” says I, not knowing what to say. She just pointed upstairs — like that [himself pointing to the room above]. I started for the stairs, with 101520253035404550JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in103 103JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in103 103 4/29/10 12:08:39 PM4/29/10 12:08:39 PMCHAPTER 3 • THE BIG PICTURE104the idea of going up there. I walked from there to here — then I says, “Why, what did he die of ?” “He died of a rope round his neck,” says she, and just went on pleatin’ at her apron. Well, I went out and called Harry. I thought I might — need help. We went upstairs and there he was lyin’ —County Attorney: I think I’d rather have you go into that upstairs, where you can point it all out. Just go on now with the rest of the story.Hale: Well, my first thought was to get that rope off. It looked . . . [stops; his face twitches] . . . but Harry, he went up to him, and he said, “No, he’s dead all right, and we’d better not touch anything.” So we went back downstairs. She was still sitting that same way. “Has anybody been notified?” I asked. “No,” says she, unconcerned. “Who did this, Mrs. Wright?” said Harry. He said it businesslike — and she stopped pleatin’ of her apron. “I don’t know,” she says. “You don’t know?” says Harry. “No,” says she. “Weren’t you sleepin’ in the bed with him?” says Harry. “Yes,” says she, “but I was on the inside.” “Somebody slipped a rope round his neck and strangled him and you didn’t wake up?” says Harry. “I didn’t wake up,” she said after him. We must ’a’ looked as if we didn’t see how that could be, for after a minute she said, “I sleep sound.” Harry was going to ask her more questions but I said maybe we ought to let her tell her story first to the coroner, or the sheriff, so Harry went fast as he could to Rivers’ place, where there’s a telephone.County Attorney: And what did Mrs. Wright do when she knew that you had gone for the coroner?Hale: She moved from the rocker to that chair over there [pointing to a small chair in the corner] and just sat there with her hands held together and looking down. I got a feeling that I ought to make some conversation, so I said I had come in to see if John wanted to put in a telephone, and at that she started to laugh, and then she stopped and looked at me — scared. [The County Attorney, who has had his notebook out, makes a note.] I dunno, maybe it wasn’t scared. I wouldn’t like to say it was. Soon Harry got back, and then Dr. Lloyd came and you, Mr. Peters, and so I guess that’s all I know that you don’t.County Attorney [looking around]: I guess we’ll go upstairs first — and then out to the barn and around there. [To the Sheriff.] You’re convinced that there was nothing important here — nothing that would point to any motive?Sheriff: Nothing here but kitchen things. [The County Attorney, after again looking around the kitchen, opens the door of a cupboard closet. He gets up on a chair and looks on a shelf. Pulls his hand away, sticky.]County Attorney: Here’s a nice mess. [The women draw nearer.]Mrs. Peters [to the other woman]: Oh, her fruit; it did freeze. [To the Lawyer.] She worried about that when it turned so cold. She said the fire’d go out and her jars would break.Sheriff [rises]: Well, can you beat the woman! Held for murder and worryin’ about her preserves.County Attorney: I guess before we’re through she may have something more serious than preserves to worry about.Hale: Well, women are used to worrying over trifles. [The two women move a little closer together.]556065707580859095JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in104 104JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in104 104 4/29/10 12:08:40 PM4/29/10 12:08:40 PMCounty Attorney [with the gallantry of a young politician]: And yet, for all their wor-ries, what would we do without the ladies? [The women do not unbend. He goes to the sink, takes a dipperful of water from the pail, and pouring it into a basin, washes his hands. Starts to wipe them on the roller towel, turns it for a cleaner place.] Dirty towels! [Kicks his foot against the pans under the sink.] Not much of a housekeeper, would you say, ladies?Mrs. Hale [stiffly]: There’s a great deal of work to be done on a farm.County Attorney: To be sure. And yet [with a little bow to her] I know there are some Dickson county farmhouses which do not have such roller towels. [He gives it a pull to expose its full length again.]Mrs. Hale: Those towels get dirty awful quick. Men’s hands aren’t always as clean as they might be.County Attorney: Ah, loyal to your sex, I see. But you and Mrs. Wright were neighbors. I suppose you were friends, too.Mrs. Hale [shaking her head]: I’ve not seen much of her of late years. I’ve not been in this house — it’s more than a year.County Attorney: And why was that? You didn’t like her?Mrs. Hale: I liked her all well enough. Farmers’ wives have their hands full, Mr. Henderson. And then —County Attorney: Yes — ?Mrs. Hale [looking about]: It never seemed a very cheerful place.County Attorney: No — it’s not cheerful. I shouldn’t say she had the homemaking instinct.Mrs. Hale: Well, I don’t know as Wright had, either.County Attorney: You mean that they didn’t get on very well?Mrs. Hale: No, I don’t mean anything. But I don’t think a place’d be any cheerfuller for John Wright’s being in it.County Attorney: I’d like to talk more of that a little later. I want to get the lay of things upstairs now. [He goes to the left where three steps lead to a stair door.]Sheriff: I suppose anything Mrs. Peters does’ll be all right. She was to take in some clothes for her, you know, and a few little things. We left in such a hurry yesterday.County Attorney: Yes, but I would like to see what you take, Mrs. Peters, and keep an eye out for anything that might be of use to us.Mrs. Peters: Yes, Mr. Henderson. [The women listen to the men’s steps on the stairs, then look about the kitchen.]Mrs. Hale: I’d hate to have men coming into my kitchen, snooping around and criticiz-ing. [She arranges the pans under sink which the Lawyer had shoved out of place.]Mrs. Peters: Of course it’s no more than their duty.Mrs. Hale: Duty’s all right, but I guess that deputy sheriff that came out to make the fire might have got a little of this on. [Gives the roller towel a pull.] Wish I’d thought of that sooner. Seems mean to talk about her for not having things slicked up when she had to come away in such a hurry.Mrs. Peters [who has gone to a small table in the left rear corner of the room, and lifted one end of a towel that covers a pan]: She had bread set. [Stands still.]105FROM ANALYSIS TO ESSAY: WRITING AN INTERPRETIVE ESSAY100105110115120125130135JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in105 105JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in105 105 4/29/10 12:08:40 PM4/29/10 12:08:40 PMCHAPTER 3 • THE BIG PICTURE106Mrs. Hale [eyes fixed on a loaf of bread beside the breadbox, which is on a low shelf at the other side of the room. Moves slowly toward it.]: She was going to put this in there. [Picks up loaf, then abruptly drops it. In a manner of returning to familiar things.] It’s a shame about her fruit. I wonder if it’s all gone. [Gets up on the chair and looks.] I think there’s some here that’s all right, Mrs. Peters. Yes — here; [holding it toward the window] this is cherries, too. [Looking again.] I declare I believe that’s the only one. [Gets down, bottle in her hand. Goes to the sink and wipes it off on the outside.] She’ll feel awful bad after all her hard work in the hot weather. I remember the afternoon I put up my cherries last summer. [She puts the bottle on the big kitchen table, center of the room. With a sigh, is about to sit down in the rocking-chair. Before she is seated realizeswhat chair it is; with a slow look at it, steps back. The chair which she has touched rocks back and forth.]Mrs. Peters: Well, I must get those things from the front room closet. [She goes to the door at the right, but after looking into the other room, steps back.] You coming with me, Mrs. Hale? You could help me carry them. [They go in the other room; reappear, Mrs. Peters carrying a dress and skirt, Mrs. Hale following with a pair of shoes.] My, it’s cold in there. [She puts the clothes on the big table, and hurries to the stove.]Mrs. Hale [examining the skirt]: Wright was close. I think maybe that’s why she kept so much to herself. She didn’t even belong to the Ladies’ Aid. I suppose she felt she couldn’t do her part, and then you don’t enjoy things when you feel shabby. I heard she used to wear pretty clothes and be lively, when she was Minnie Foster, one of the town girls singing in the choir. But that — oh, that was thirty years ago. This all you want to take in?Mrs. Peters: She said she wanted an apron. Funny thing to want, for there isn’t much to get you dirty in jail, goodness knows. But I suppose just to make her feel more natural. She said they was in the top drawer in this cupboard. Yes, here. And then her little shawl that always hung behind the door. [Opens stair door and looks.] Yes, here it is. [Quickly shuts door leading upstairs.]Mrs. Hale [abruptly moving toward her]: Mrs. Peters?Mrs. Peters: Yes, Mrs. Hale?Mrs. Hale: Do you think she did it?Mrs. Peters [in a frightened voice]: Oh, I don’t know.Mrs. Hale: Well, I don’t think she did. Asking for an apron and her little shawl. Worrying about her fruit.Mrs. Peters [starts to speak, glances up, where footsteps are heard in the room above. In a low voice]: Mr. Peters says it looks bad for her. Mr. Henderson is awful sarcastic in a speech and he’ll make fun of her sayin’ she didn’t wake up.Mrs. Hale: Well, I guess John Wright didn’t wake when they was slipping that rope under his neck.Mrs. Peters: No, it’s strange. It must have been done awful crafty and still. They say it was such a — funny way to kill a man, rigging it all up like that.Mrs. Hale: That’s just what Mr. Hale said. There was a gun in the house. He says that’s what he can’t understand.Mrs. Peters: Mr. Henderson said coming out that what was needed for the case was a motive; something to show anger, or — sudden feeling.145150155160165170175180140JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in106 106JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in106 106 4/29/10 12:08:40 PM4/29/10 12:08:40 PMMrs. Hale [who is standing by the table]: Well, I don’t see any signs of anger around here. [She puts her hand on the dish towel which lies on the table, stands looking down at table, one-half of which is clean, the other half messy.] It’s wiped to here. [Makes a move as if to finish work, then turns and looks at loaf of bread outside the breadbox. Drops towel. In that voice of coming back to familiar things.] Wonder how they are finding things upstairs. I hope she had it a little more red-up up there. You know, it seems kind of sneaking. Locking her up in town and then coming out here and try-ing to get her own house to turn against her!Mrs. Peters: But, Mrs. Hale, the law is the law.Mrs. Hale: I s’pose ’tis. [Unbuttoning her coat.] Better loosen up your things, Mrs. Peters. You won’t feel them when you go out. [Mrs. Peters takes off her fur tippet, goes to hang it on hook at back of room, stands looking at the under part of the small corner table.]Mrs. Peters: She was piecing a quilt. [She brings the large sewing basket and they look at the bright pieces.]Mrs. Hale: It’s a log cabin pattern. Pretty, isn’t it? I wonder if she was goin’ to quilt it or just knot it? [Footsteps have been heard coming down the stairs. The Sheriff enters followed by Hale and the County Attorney.]Sheriff: They wonder if she was going to quilt it or just knot it! [The men laugh, the women look abashed.]County Attorney [rubbing his hands over the stove]: Frank’s fire didn’t do much up there, did it? Well, let’s go out to the barn and get that cleared up. [The men go outside.]Mrs. Hale [resentfully]: I don’t know as there’s anything so strange, our takin’ up our time with little things while we’re waiting for them to get the evidence. [She sits down at the big table smoothing out a block with decision.] I don’t see as it’s anything to laugh about.Mrs. Peters [apologetically]: Of course they’ve got awful important things on their minds. [Pulls up a chair and joins Mrs. Hale at the table.]Mrs. Hale [examining another block]: Mrs. Peters, look at this one. Here, this is the one she was working on, and look at the sewing! All the rest of it has been so nice and even. And look at this! It’s all over the place! Why, it looks as if she didn’t know what she was about! [After she has said this they look at each other, then start to glance back at the door. After an instant Mrs. Hale has pulled at a knot and ripped the sewing.]Mrs. Peters: Oh, what are you doing, Mrs. Hale?Mrs. Hale [mildly]: Just pulling out a stitch or two that’s not sewed very good. [Threading a needle.] Bad sewing always made me fidgety.Mrs. Peters [nervously]: I don’t think we ought to touch things.Mrs. Hale: I’ll just finish up this end. [Suddenly stopping and leaning forward.] Mrs. Peters?Mrs. Peters: Yes, Mrs. Hale?Mrs. Hale: What do you suppose she was so nervous about?Mrs. Peters: Oh — I don’t know. I don’t know as she was nervous. I sometimes sew awful queer when I’m just tired. [Mrs. Hale starts to say something, looks at Mrs. Peters, then goes on sewing.] Well, I must get these things wrapped up. They may be 107FROM ANALYSIS TO ESSAY: WRITING AN INTERPRETIVE ESSAY185190195200205210215220225JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in107 107JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in107 107 4/29/10 12:08:41 PM4/29/10 12:08:41 PMCHAPTER 3 • THE BIG PICTURE108through sooner than we think. [Putting apron and other things together.] I wonder where I can find a piece of paper, and string. [Rises.]Mrs. Hale: In that cupboard, maybe.Mrs. Peters [looking in cupboard]: Why, here’s a bird-cage. [Holds it up.] Did she have a bird, Mrs. Hale?Mrs. Hale: Why, I don’t know whether she did or not — I’ve not been here for so long. There was a man around last year selling canaries cheap, but I don’t know as she took one; maybe she did. She used to sing real pretty herself.Mrs. Peters [glancing around]: Seems funny to think of a bird here. But she must have had one, or why would she have a cage? I wonder what happened to it?Mrs. Hale: I s’pose maybe the cat got it.Mrs. Peters: No, she didn’t have a cat. She’s got that feeling some people have about cats — being afraid of them. My cat got in her room and she was real upset and asked me to take it out.Mrs. Hale: My sister Bessie was like that. Queer, ain’t it?Mrs. Peters [examining the cage]: Why, look at this door. It’s broke. One hinge is pulled apart.Mrs. Hale [looking too]: Looks as if someone must have been rough with it.Mrs. Peters: Why, yes. [She brings the cage forward and puts it on the table.]Mrs. Hale: I wish if they’re going to find any evidence they’d be about it. I don’t like this place.Mrs. Peters: But I’m awful glad you came with me, Mrs. Hale. It would be lonesome for me sitting here alone.Mrs. Hale: It would, wouldn’t it? [Dropping her sewing.] But I tell you what I do wish, Mrs. Peters. I wish I had come over sometimes when she was here. I — [looking around the room] — wish I had.Mrs. Peters: But of course you were awful busy, Mrs. Hale — your house and your children.Mrs. Hale: I could’ve come. I stayed away because it weren’t cheerful — and that’s why I ought to have come. I — I’ve never liked this place. Maybe because it’s down in a hollow and you don’t see the road.I dunno what it is, but it’s a lonesome place and always was. I wish I had come over to see Minnie Foster sometimes. I can see now — [Shakes her head.]Mrs. Peters: Well, you mustn’t reproach yourself, Mrs. Hale. Somehow we just don’t see how it is with other folks until — something turns up.Mrs. Hale: Not having children makes less work — but it makes a quiet house, and Wright out to work all day, and no company when he did come in. Did you know John Wright, Mrs. Peters?Mrs. Peters: Not to know him; I’ve seen him in town. They say he was a good man.Mrs. Hale: Yes — good; he didn’t drink, and kept his word as well as most, I guess, and paid his debts. But he was a hard man, Mrs. Peters. Just to pass the time of day with him — [Shivers.] Like a raw wind that gets to the bone. [Pauses, her eye falling on the cage.] I should think she would ’a’ wanted a bird. But what do you suppose went with it?Mrs. Peters: I don’t know, unless it got sick and died. [She reaches over and swings the broken door, swings it again, both women watch it.]230235240245250255260265270JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in108 108JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in108 108 4/29/10 12:08:41 PM4/29/10 12:08:41 PMMrs. Hale: You weren’t raised round here, were you? [Mrs. Peters shakes her head.] You didn’t know — her?Mrs. Peters: Not till they brought her yesterday.Mrs. Hale: She — come to think of it, she was kind of like a bird herself — real sweet and pretty, but kind of timid and — fluttery. How — she — did — change. [Silence: then as if struck by a happy thought and relieved to get back to everyday things.] Tell you what, Mrs. Peters, why don’t you take the quilt in with you? It might take up her mind.Mrs. Peters: Why, I think that’s a real nice idea, Mrs. Hale. There couldn’t possibly be any objection to it, could there? Now, just what would I take? I wonder if her patches are in here — and her things. [They look in the sewing basket.]Mrs. Hale: Here’s some red. I expect this has got sewing things in it. [Brings out a fancy box.] What a pretty box. Looks like something somebody would give you. Maybe her scissors are in here. [Opens box. Suddenly puts her hand to her nose.] Why — [Mrs. Peters bends nearer, then turns her face away.] There’s something wrapped up in this piece of silk.Mrs. Peters: Why, this isn’t her scissors.Mrs. Hale [lifting the silk]: Oh, Mrs. Peters — it’s — [Mrs. Peters bends closer.]Mrs. Peters: It’s the bird.Mrs. Hale [jumping up]: But, Mrs. Peters — look at it! Its neck! Look at its neck! It’s all — other side to.Mrs. Peters: Somebody — wrung — its — neck. [Their eyes meet. A look of growing com-prehension, of horror. Steps are heard outside. Mrs. Hale slips box under quilt pieces, and sinks into her chair. Enter Sheriff and County Attorney. Mrs. Peters rises.]County Attorney [as one turning from serious things to little pleasantries]: Well, ladies, have you decided whether she was going to quilt it or knot it?Mrs. Peters: We think she was going to — knot it.County Attorney: Well, that’s interesting, I’m sure. [Seeing the bird-cage.] Has the bird flown?Mrs. Hale [putting more quilt pieces over the box]: We think the — cat got it.County Attorney [preoccupied]: Is there a cat? [Mrs. Hale glances in a quick covert way at Mrs. Peters.]Mrs. Peters: Well, not now. They’re superstitious, you know. They leave.County Attorney [to Sheriff Peters, continuing an interrupted conversation]: No sign at all of anyone having come from the outside. Their own rope. Now let’s go up again and go over it piece by piece. [They start upstairs.] It would have to have been someone who knew just the — [Mrs. Peters sits down. The two women sit there not looking at one another, but as if peering into something and at the same time holding back. When they talk now it is in the manner of feeling their way over strange ground, as if afraid of what they are saying, but as if they cannot help saying it.]Mrs. Hale: She liked the bird. She was going to bury it in that pretty box.Mrs. Peters [in a whisper]: When I was a girl — my kitten — there was a boy took a hatchet, and before my eyes — and before I could get there — [Covers her face an instant.] If they hadn’t held me back I would have — [catches herself, looks upstairs where steps are heard, falters weakly] — hurt him.109FROM ANALYSIS TO ESSAY: WRITING AN INTERPRETIVE ESSAY275280285290295300305310315JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in109 109JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in109 109 4/29/10 12:08:41 PM4/29/10 12:08:41 PMCHAPTER 3 • THE BIG PICTURE110Mrs. Hale [with a slow look around her]: I wonder how it would seem never to have had any children around. [Pause.] No, Wright wouldn’t like the bird — a thing that sang. She used to sing. He killed that, too.Mrs. Peters [moving uneasily]: We don’t know who killed the bird.Mrs. Hale: I knew John Wright.Mrs. Peters: It was an awful thing was done in this house that night, Mrs. Hale. Killing a man while he slept, slipping a rope around his neck that choked the life out of him.Mrs. Hale: His neck. Choked the life out of him. [Her hand goes out and rests on the bird-cage.]Mrs. Peters [with rising voice]: We don’t know who killed him. We don’t know.Mrs. Hale [her own feeling not interrupted]: If there’d been years and years of nothing, then a bird to sing to you, it would be awful — still, after the bird was still.Mrs. Peters [something within her speaking]: I know what stillness is. When we home-steaded in Dakota, and my first baby died — after he was two years old, and me with no other then —Mrs. Hale [moving]: How soon do you suppose they’ll be through looking for the evi-dence?Mrs. Peters: I know what stillness is. [Pulling herself back.] The law has got to punish crime, Mrs. Hale.Mrs. Hale [not as if answering that]: I wish you’d seen Minnie Foster when she wore a white dress with blue ribbons and stood up there in the choir and sang. [A look around the room.] Oh, I wish I’d come over here once in a while! That was a crime! That was a crime! Who’s going to punish that?Mrs. Peters [looking upstairs]: We mustn’t — take on.Mrs. Hale: I might have known she needed help! I know how things can be — for women. I tell you, it’s queer, Mrs. Peters. We live close together and we live far apart. We all go through the same things — it’s all just a different kind of the same thing. [Brushes her eyes, noticing the bottle of fruit, reaches out for it.] If I was you I wouldn’t tell her her fruit was gone. Tell her it ain’t. Tell her it’s all right. Take this in to prove it to her. She — she may never know whether it was broke or not.Mrs. Peters [takes the bottle, looks about for something to wrap it in; takes petticoat from the clothes brought from the other room, very nervously begins winding this around the bottle. In a false voice]: My, it’s a good thing the men couldn’t hear us. Wouldn’t they just laugh! Getting all stirred up over a little thing like a — dead canary. As if that could have anything to do with — with — wouldn’t they laugh! [The men are heard coming down stairs.]Mrs. Hale [under her breath]: Maybe they would — maybe they wouldn’t.County Attorney: No, Peters, it’s all perfectly clear except a reason for doing it. But you know juries when it comes to women. If there was some definite thing. Something to show — something to make a story about — a thing that would connect up with this strange way of doing it — [The women’s eyes meet for an instant. Enter Hale from outer door.]Hale: Well, I’ve got the team around. Pretty cold out there.320325330335340345350355JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in110 110JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in110 110 4/29/10 12:08:42 PM4/29/10 12:08:42 PMCounty Attorney: I’m going to stay here a while by myself. [To the Sheriff.] You can sendFrank out for me, can’t you? I want to go over everything. I’m not satisfied that we can’t do better.Sheriff: Do you want to see what Mrs. Peters is going to take in? [The Lawyer goes to the table, picks up the apron, laughs.]County Attorney: Oh, I guess they’re not very dangerous things the ladies have picked out. [Moves a few things about, disturbing the quilt pieces which cover the box. Steps back.] No, Mrs. Peters doesn’t need supervising. For that matter a sheriff ’s wife is married to the law. Ever think of it that way, Mrs. Peters?Mrs. Peters: Not — just that way.Sheriff [chuckling]: Married to the law. [Moves toward the other room.] I just want you to come in here a minute, George. We ought to take a look at these windows.County Attorney [scoffingly]: Oh, windows!Sheriff: We’ll be right out, Mr. Hale. [Hale goes outside. The Sheriff follows the County Attorney into the other room. Then Mrs. Hale rises, hands tight together, looking intensely at Mrs. Peters, whose eyes make a slow turn, finally meeting Mrs. Hale’s. A moment Mrs. Hale holds her, then her own eyes point the way to where the box is concealed. Suddenly Mrs. Peters throws back quilt pieces and tries to put the box in the bag she is wearing. It is too big. She opens box, starts to take bird out, cannot touch it, goes to pieces, stands there helpless. Sound of a knob turning in the other room. Mrs. Hale snatches the box and puts it in the pocket of her big coat. Enter County Attorney and Sheriff.]County Attorney [facetiously]: Well, Henry, at least we found out that she was not going to quilt it. She was going to — what is it you call it, ladies?Mrs. Hale [her hand against her pocket]: We call it — knot it, Mr. Henderson.Curtain[1916]Analyzing Literary ElementsIn Trifles, two plots run parallel: the men have an off-stage story as they hunt for clues to the murder of Mr. Wright; the women have an on-stage story as they unravel the life of Mrs. Wright. The tension in the story’s plot has to do with the rate at which Mrs. Hale and Mrs. Peters come to understand what has happened. Suspense builds as the two women, and the audience, figure out who killed Mr. Wright and why. The suspense is heightened by the moral dilemma of whether the women should conceal incriminating evidence — and whether they’ll get caught doing it. Of course, one reason the men in the story don’t figure out what happened is that they dismiss the things the women say as mere trifles. Trifles has two female characters — Mrs. Hale and Mrs. Peters — and three male characters — Mr. Hale, the sheriff, and the county attorney. Mr. and Mrs. Wright, though not on stage, have a presence as well. Over the course of the play, Mrs. Hale and Mrs. Peters change, feeling less certain about their own beliefs, disappointed in themselves 111FROM ANALYSIS TO ESSAY: WRITING AN INTERPRETIVE ESSAY360365370375380JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in111 111JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in111 111 4/29/10 12:08:42 PM4/29/10 12:08:42 PMCHAPTER 3 • THE BIG PICTURE112for not being better friends to Mrs. Wright, and empathetic to her desperate loneliness. The men don’t change. We learn about all of the characters through their conversation, especially in the way the conversation changes when the men are involved. The setting of Trifles helps us understand character and also moves the plot along. The play takes place in an empty farmhouse, but the setting is more complicated than that. The men go to the bedroom where the murder occurred, while the women focus on the kitchen. Both the men and the women note the disheveled condition in which Mrs. Wright left it, yet the women are protective of her as well, understanding that she probably wouldn’t have left such a mess if she hadn’t been unexpectedly taken from her home. They also come to understand that the mess (which is a part of the setting) may be a sign of the “sudden feeling” the sheriff and attorney are looking for. We learn that the community is close and that Mrs. Peters is a newcomer. Mrs. Hale has known the woman under suspicion for many years, and it is through that familiarity that she understands what has happened and makes the decision she does. Certain symbols are repeated in Trifles. The cold is brutal and unrelenting. The characters move toward the stove whenever possible, and the cold is a repeated sub-ject of conversation. Mr. Wright is depicted as being cold and unloving, making the cold a clear symbol of a life without affection or even company. Other symbols might be Mrs. Wright’s quilt pieces, the choice between quilting and knotting, the dead bird and the broken birdcage, the preserves (or trifles), and even the half-done chores. Each of these things is more fraught with meaning than it at first seems. So, although the subject of Trifles is the unraveling of a mystery and the decision to protect the murderer, some of its themes might be:• Sexism can make people blind to the truth.• People may take desperate measures when they feel entrapped in a loveless marriage, in a cold isolated house, or in a society that doesn’t value them.• Someone who is a criminal by one set of social standards might be a victim according to another set of social standards. Or, in other words, justice is not always the same as the rule of law.• ACTIVITY •Working in groups, choose a passage from Trifles that you think is pivotal to one of the themes, then act it out or read the lines in a way that dramatizes that theme. Developing a Thesis StatementNow that we have analyzed how the literary elements of the play work together to express its themes, it’s time to turn those themes into a thesis statement. First and foremost, remember that you are analyzing the elements of the work in order to arrive at an interpretation; you should not be summarizing the work. Simply retelling what happened or making an observation does not amount to an interpretation. JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in112 112JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in112 112 4/29/10 12:08:42 PM4/29/10 12:08:42 PMStating that Mrs. Peters seems to change her mind over the course of the play is not enough. You would be better off claiming that she changes her mind as the result of seeing justice in a different way. If you start right off with a thesis statement that argues for an interpretation of the play’s meaning, you will guard against summary. Let’s examine a few examples of thesis statements that would result in summary, and consider how they could be turned into interpretive thesis statements. summary: In Trifles, the women notice evidence that the men do not.interpretation: In Trifles, the differences in the evidence the men and women notice suggest different worldviews and value systems.The summary statement simply tells what happened during the course of the play, but the interpretive statement takes that same point and explains why it happened. It answers the question: Why do the women notice evidence that the men do not? Here’s another one: summary: Mrs. Hale and Mrs. Peters discover a birdcage and dead canary, which provide clues to what actually happened to Mr. Wright.interpretation: When Mrs. Hale and Mrs. Peters discover a birdcage and a dead canary wrapped in silk, they associate the silenced songbird with the joyless and repressed life that might have motivated Mrs. Wright to murder her husband.The summary statement is accurate, but it is not an interpretation. You might ask your-self the following questions: Can I write a whole essay on this idea? Would anyone else see this point differently? If the answer to both questions is yes, then you’re probably writing an interpretation. If the answer is no, you’re probably in the realm of fact, or comprehension, rather than interpretation. Anyone who reads the play can tell you that these women discover a birdcage and a dead canaryand see both as clues to understand-ing the murder. What else is there to say? If you ask yourself further questions, you’ll get beyond summary and move toward interpretation. Why were the birdcage and the dead canary clues? What is the connection between the canary, the birdcage, and Mrs. Wright? An interpretation will reveal these connections, while a summary will not.Remember when formulating your thesis that you are writing about how liter-ary elements such as plot, character, setting, and symbol illuminate the meaning of the work as a whole. Thus, you are always balancing the two: literary elements and interpretation. Let’s develop a thesis in response to the following prompt.In a conventional murder mystery, the point of the story is to figure out who the culprit is. The mystery in Susan Glaspell’s play Trifles is unconventional, as the culprit is apprehended before the play even begins. However, as Mrs. Hale and Mrs. Peters unravel the mystery of why the murder took place, the play’s themes are revealed. Discuss how Susan Glaspell uses the mystery in Trifles to reveal a theme of her play.113FROM ANALYSIS TO ESSAY: WRITING AN INTERPRETIVE ESSAYJAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in113 113JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in113 113 4/29/10 12:08:42 PM4/29/10 12:08:42 PMCHAPTER 3 • THE BIG PICTURE114A good starting point is to figure out exactly what is being asked — that is, to deconstruct the prompt. In this case, you’re being asked to consider the murder-mystery plot not as an end in itself but as a means of developing a theme. A murder mystery is all about the law, because somebody has to be held accountable for the crime. Yet in Trifles, Mrs. Hale and Mrs. Peters begin to question the law. As they unravel the mystery, they aren’t so sure that “the law is the law.” So maybe Glaspell is asking us to reflect on the relationship between law and justice or to link jus-tice and punishment. Did Mrs. Wright do wrong in being her husband’s judge, jury, and executioner? Was living with him punishment enough for her wrong-doing? Did she choose a punishment that fit his “crime”? These are complex ques-tions — questions not definitively answered in the play but ones that it raises. When you’re trying to fit ideas and insights such as these into a single sentence, it’s likely to be pretty awkward at first, and that’s fine. We call this first attempt a working thesis. For example, you might come up with this: The murder mystery in Trifles is solved, but it is not so easy to answer the questions that the mystery raises about law, justice, and punishment, and whether hard-and-fast rules that govern human relations are always appropriate or fair. This is a start, but it’s a long, rambling sentence that could use some focus. At this point, you probably need to decide whether you’re going to argue that Glaspell takes a definite stand on these issues. The play ends inconclusively — Mrs. Wright is nei-ther convicted nor exonerated — which makes it difficult to say that the play (or its author) takes a stand on these issues. A better route, then, is to argue that Glaspell asks her audience/readers to explore these issues: In Trifles, the murder mystery is the means Glaspell uses to explore whether the rule of law is always the same as justice. • ACTIVITY •Discuss whether each of the following thesis statements is interpretation or summary. Then discuss whether the interpretive statements clearly focus on how literary elements contribute to the meaning of the work as a whole. Suggest improvements to those thesis statements that you find faulty or weak. 1. Trifles is a play about isolation and loneliness. 2. The broken birdcage in Trifles functions both as a clue to the circum-stances of the murder and as a symbol that illuminates the role of Mrs. Wright in her marriage. 3. The character of Mrs. Peters, the wife of the sheriff, undergoes a signifi-cant change during the course of Trifles, a play set during a time when women were defined primarily through their husbands.JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in114 114JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in114 114 4/29/10 12:08:43 PM4/29/10 12:08:43 PM 4. The frigid setting of Susan Glaspell’s Trifles contributes to the character-ization of all three women: it highlights the cold and isolated existence of the absent Mrs. Wright, while evoking the sympathetic responses of Mrs. Hale and Mrs. Peters. 5. Even though we never actually meet her, Mrs. Wright exerts a powerful presence in Trifles. 6. In the opening scene of Trifles, the men dominate the room as they stand near the stove, while the women remain near the door and quietly toler-ate the cold. 7. The absent Mrs. Wright, suspected of murder in Susan Glaspell’s Trifles, embodies the idea that loneliness, abuse, and isolation can lead a person to despair and even violence. 8. In Trifles, the male authority figures, including the sheriff himself, dismiss the female characters’ investigation into the murder of Mr. Wright. 9. The kitchen, the dead bird, and the knots in the quilt have symbolic significance for the overall meaning of Trifles. 10. In Trifles, the discovery of the dead bird is a pivotal complication, espe-cially for Mrs. Peters, that changes how the women view the role of the law. Planning an Interpretive Essay Regardless of whether you are given a specific prompt to respond to or assigned a more general topic on a literary work, your main points will grow out of your the-sis statement. Expressing these points as topic sentences moves the essay along and makes it more cohesive. Let’s return to our thesis on justice:In Trifles, the murder mystery is the means Glaspell uses to explore whether the rule of law is always the same as justice. This thesis indicates that you will first discuss the murder mystery as a plot device, and then explain how it contributes to the theme. If you were jotting down notes to structure your essay, they might look something like this:• Solving the murder is not really the point of the story. Suspect is detained, and case is pretty much closed right from the beginning.• Seem to be different ways of investigating for men and women. Men doing police work. Women looking at “trifles.”• Women suppress evidence. Defy men’s justice. Empathize with Mrs. Wright.• Birdcage and dead bird symbolize Mrs. Wright (former singer) and her deso-late life with Mr. Wright. 115FROM ANALYSIS TO ESSAY: WRITING AN INTERPRETIVE ESSAYJAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in115 115JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in115 115 4/29/10 12:08:43 PM4/29/10 12:08:43 PMCHAPTER 3 • THE BIG PICTURE116These blocks of notes may not neatly transform into clear topic sentences, but they do suggest a logical progression. If we turn them into complete sentences — in some cases, separating ideas; in others, combining them — we end up with an outline:Topic Sentence 1 Although Mr. Hale retells the circumstances of finding the body, questions arise concerning Mrs. Wright’s indifferent behavior and the way her husband died. Topic Sentence 2 During the investigation, the men follow rules to gather evidence, supporting one another’s assumptions about what is significant, while the women quietly observe the surroundings, noticing important clues that the men dismiss as “trifles.”Topic Sentence 3 Identifying with Mrs. Wright, the women withhold judgment and instead try to understand what might have motivated her.Topic Sentence 4 The birdcage and the dead canary, clues to the mystery, also symbolize the quiet oppression of Mrs. Wright. Topic Sentence 5 The play’s conclusion serves as closure to the mystery, but it is the investigative process that proves to be more illuminating. Of course, this is bare bones, not yet a fully developed essay, but these five topic sen-tences show a progression of thought. Going well beyond summary, they examine plot, setting,and character. Each resulting analytic paragraph will contribute to the overall interpretation. • ACTIVITY • Sometimes you will be asked to consider how a quotation applies to a piece of literature. Choosing one of the following quotations, develop a thesis statement and four points explaining how it applies to Trifles. • “The writers, I do believe, who get the best and most lasting response from their readers are the writers who offer a happy ending through moral devel-opment. By a happy ending, I do not mean mere fortunate events — a mar-riage or a last minute rescue from death — but some kind of spiritual reas-sessment or moral reconciliation, even with the self, even at death.” — Fay Weldon• “In a dark time, the eye begins to see.” — Theodore RoethkeJAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in116 116JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in116 116 4/29/10 12:08:43 PM4/29/10 12:08:43 PM• “All literature is protest.” — Richard Wright• “Literature is the question minus the answer.” — Roland Barthes Supporting Your Interpretation Whether you are writing with the text in hand or from memory, the same principle should guide your writing: be specific. If you refer to a character as “what’s-his-name” or refer to a setting in general terms, you’re not likely to be convincing. We’ve said it before, but it bears repeating: active reading and rereading are essential. Citing examples and explicitly explaining how they illustrate and support your interpreta-tion are key to a successful essay that analyzes a literary work. The more you explain how rather than state that, the stronger your essay will be.At this point, you know that you should avoid summary in your essay, but how much information should you give your readers about the work’s plot or characters? One helpful guideline is to assume that your reader has read the book but has not necessarily thought too much about it. By doing so, you won’t have to recount the plot or describe the characters. Thomas Foster, the author of How to Read Literature Like a Professor, suggests writing for the person who sits in front of you in class. Let’s start with a sample paragraph developed from the third topic sentence in the outline on the previous page:Identifying with Mrs. Wright, the women withhold judgment and instead try to understand what might have motivated her. Mrs. Hale and Mrs. Peters look around the house, especially the kitchen, and notice the fruit Mrs. Wright has canned and the quilt she is stitching. They talk about the fact that the couple had no children and that Mr. Wright was not a communicative husband. They also discuss incidents from their own past when they felt strong emotions that might have made them do something uncharacteristic or rash. The paragraph holds a clear focus, and the information is drawn from the play. However, it is very general; thus, much of it seems like summary. Yes, it is true that the women look around the house; the details of their noticing the canned fruit and quilt are promising, but so what? What can you infer from their actions? How do these events reveal some of the themes that anchor the play? Similarly, the women do talk about the loneliness of a couple with no children living in such isolation; again, though, so what? How do these remembrances help them to understand Mrs. Wright’s motivation, which is the focus established in the topic sentence? Answering this question will help you move from the what to the so what.The most important part of supporting your argument involves explaining your examples and discussing the ways the details you recount or quote connect to your thesis statement and topic sentences. You do this by including sentences of explana-tion, sometimes called commentary or analysis, for each of your examples — and 117FROM ANALYSIS TO ESSAY: WRITING AN INTERPRETIVE ESSAYJAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in117 117JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in117 117 4/29/10 12:08:43 PM4/29/10 12:08:43 PMCHAPTER 3 • THE BIG PICTURE118making those examples as concrete as possible. Consider this revision of the previous developmental paragraph: Identifying with Mrs. Wright, the women withhold judgment and instead try to understand what might have motivated her. They discuss how hard life must have been for Minnie in a house with no children and with John, who was cold and distant. The Wright house is located in a hollow, and the road cannot even be seen, so Mrs. Hale and Mrs. Peters begin to understand how the isolation and sense of entrapment could have led Mrs. Wright to snap. They can see how the only means of escape might have been to kill her captor, Mr. Wright. Mrs. Peters furthers the link between them and Mrs. Wright by sharing a time when Mrs. Peters herself felt the desire to hurt a boy who butchered her kitten with a hatchet. The women realize that they too might have been driven to violence under Mrs. Wright’s circumstances. Notice how specific this paragraph is, with its inclusion of examples drawn from the play. Even without direct quotations, this paragraph provides support for the inter-pretive point made in the topic sentence. • ACTIVITY •Revise the paragraph below using quotations from Trifles. Explain whether you think the direct quotations make the paragraph more convincing.The dramatic tension in Trifles is created by the difference between how the men see the situation at the Wrights’ house and how the women see it. The men — Hale, the county attorney, and the sheriff — dismiss the messiness of the farmhouse as chronic bad housekeeping. They do not see that it may offer a clue to what happened. Their attitude toward Mrs. Wright’s knitting is similarly dismissive. The women, on the other hand, read into and beyond the mess. They see the half-wiped table, the bread outside the breadbox, and the one patch that is badly sewn as signs that Mrs. Wright was unhappy and under stress. The men dwell on what they see as a trifling dilemma (to quilt or knot), while the women look into Mrs. Wright’s sewing box and find the dead bird. The men’s consideration of all domestic matters as trivial prevents them from seeing that there was a story, even a possible motive that could prove Mrs. Wright guilty. The suspense in the play arises from the possibility that either one of the men will become more perceptive or that one of the women will break under the pressure of what they have discovered. A Sample Interpretive EssayThe student essay on pages 119–121 was written in class in response to the following prompt. JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in118 118JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in118 118 4/29/10 12:08:44 PM4/29/10 12:08:44 PMIn a conventional murder mystery, the point of the story is to figure out who the culprit is. The mystery in Susan Glaspell’s play Trifles is unconventional, as the culprit is apprehended before the play even begins. However, as Mrs. Hale and Mrs. Peters unravel the mystery of why the murder took place, the play’s themes are revealed. Discuss how Susan Glaspell uses the mystery in Trifles to reveal a theme of her play.Examine the essay carefully before responding to the revision questions that follow it. Student Essay on TriflesAneyn M. O’GradyTrifles is a play by Susan Glaspell written in 1916. John Wright, a farm owner, has recently been murdered at night in his bed, strangled by a rope. His wife, Minnie Wright, the only person confirmed present at the time of death, is accused of the homicide. The characters go to the Wright home the day after the murder. While at the house, there are two separate but parallel narratives. One involves the men (the sheriff, the county attorney, and Mr. Hale) who focus on the investigation, searching for a motive. The other involves the women (Mrs. Peters, the sheriff’s wife, and Mrs. Hale) who are there to collect things Mrs. Wright requested. They, unlike the men, treat the house like a home, insteadof a crime scene. Focusing their attention on seemingly insignificant details, Mrs. Peters and Mrs. Hale ironically discover the truth behind the murder. This one-scene play thus centers on a mystery as well as the relations between men and women at the time. The symbolism in the play helps to solve the murder but also gives the author an opportunity to discuss the roles and duties of a husband and wife, and to question how they should interact.Although Mr. Hale retells the circumstances of finding the body, questions arise concerning Mrs. Wright’s indifferent behavior and the way her husband died. Despite the presence of a gun, a rope was used to kill him. This alternative method is more passionate and emotionally involved. It allows the killer to have complete control and power over the victim. The play is set in the kitchen: a housewife’s main domain and responsibility. Traditionally it is her duty to keep it clean, but Mrs. Wright’s kitchen is completely unkempt, an act of defiance against her role as a wife, imposed by society. The half-cleaned table shows the conflict that exists in Mrs. Wright’s character. The clean part is proof of an accepting housewife whereas the messy part represents her rebellious side. Mrs. Wright, by killing her husband, frees herself from the one person who held her to her “housewife” persona. She still asks for her apron, symbol of a housewife, proving that she cannot forget this “good wife” image even in jail.During the investigation, the men follow rules to gather evidence, supporting one another’s assumptions about what is significant, while the women quietly observe 119FROM ANALYSIS TO ESSAY: WRITING AN INTERPRETIVE ESSAYJAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in119 119JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in119 119 4/29/10 12:08:44 PM4/29/10 12:08:44 PMCHAPTER 3 • THE BIG PICTURE120the surroundings, noticing important clues that the men dismiss as “trifles.” The men are at the Wright house out of an obligation with a professional goal. With their minds set on what they consider more important things, they pay little attention to what preoccupies the women. First the women notice the fruit preserves and how this will upset Mrs. Wright. They then comment on the uncleanness of the kitchen. These worries appear to be unnecessary until they find the quilt. The alteration in sewing presents the transformation in Mrs. Wright’s character. At first the stitches are perfect and clean, normal. They then become erratic, hinting at nervousness. This alludes to Minnie’s crisis and emotional instability, which could have led her to killing her husband. Mrs. Hale and Mrs. Peters wonder whether or not Mrs. Wright planned to quilt or knot the patches together. The sheriff scoffs at this inquiry, yet it alludes to Mrs. Wright’s decision to knot the rope around Mr. Wright’s neck. The women exchange information necessary to solving the murder, yet their conversations are seen as foolish female chatter by their husbands and the county attorney.Identifying with Mrs. Wright, the women withhold judgment and instead try to understand what might have motivated her. They discuss how hard life must have been for Minnie in a house with no children and with John, who was cold and distant. The Wright house is located in a hollow, and the road cannot even be seen, so Mrs. Hale and Mrs. Peters begin to understand how the isolation and sense of entrapment could have led Mrs. Wright to snap. They can see how the only means of escape might have been to kill her captor, Mr. Wright. Mrs. Peters furthers the link between them and Mrs. Wright by sharing a time when Mrs. Peters herself felt the desire to hurt a boy who butchered her kitten with a hatchet. The women realize that they too might have been driven to violence under Mrs. Wright’s circumstances. The birdcage and the dead canary are key symbols and discoveries to the plot. Mrs. Hale and Mrs. Peters automatically associate the canary with Mrs. Wright. The bird reminds them of Minnie’s old life as a young girl in the choir who loved to sing, full of life. This addresses a contrasting portrait with the person she has become after becoming a married woman. John Wright is accused of having killed the canary, since he disliked anything that made music or sang. This is linked to the way he metaphorically killed Minnie Foster, the joyful carefree spirit of Mrs. Wright. The canary represents the only hope and joy left in her life, yet her husband took that away from her too. Mrs. Wright intended to bury the canary, an act also symbolizing the burial of a part of her. By strangling Mr. Wright, Mrs. Wright forces their roles to be reversed. John Wright becomes the submissive, helpless creature, just like the canary. Mrs. Wright then becomes like a cat, an animal that she disliked. The play’s conclusion serves as closure to the mystery, but it is the investigation process that proves to be more illuminating. The men are responsible for carrying out business in society, leaving the women to content themselves with their household, JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in120 120JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in120 120 4/29/10 12:08:44 PM4/29/10 12:08:44 PMchildren, and other activities deemed frivolous. The characters of both sexes have different reasons for entering the Wright house. The men have legal interests, whereas the women are only there to collect personal effects for Mrs. Wright. Left no other option by their husbands looking for evidence, the women focus their energy on trifles, such as the sewing in a quilt or the presence of an empty birdcage. As they make attempts to tidy up — their natural instinct — Mrs. Hale and Mrs. Peters think of their own situations as wives. They are in the house of a woman who refused to take orders from her husband any longer, to be unhappy, and think of trivial things men do not care about. The irony in the end is that these very things that the men do not notice, that they do not think of, hold the answer to solving the murder. Questions 1. This essay does not have a distinctive title. What might be a title that captures the main point of the essay?2. Identify a paragraph that is especially effective. What particular qualities of that paragraph make it effective?3. Identify a weak paragraph. How might you revise it to improve it?4. Is there a logical progression to the paragraphs? How might you change the order to improve the essay?5. The conclusion is a relatively long paragraph with substantive analysis. In what ways does it function as a developmental paragraph? Should the student have written another paragraph as a conclusion? Discuss this point by considering the purpose of a concluding paragraph. • ACTIVITY •Choose one of the following prompts and write an interpretive essay using “One of These Days,” “Seeing Eye,” “The First Day,” Andre’s Mother, or Trifles. • Explain how the opening scene or first few paragraphs of the play or short story introduces a central idea or theme. • Analyze how the author uses literary techniques in his or her work to chal-lenge the status quo in a society or community. • Discuss how the author’s use of time in constructing a story’s plot — especially in medias res and flashbacks — contributes to the meaning of the work as a whole.121FROM ANALYSIS TO ESSAY: WRITING AN INTERPRETIVE ESSAYJAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in121 121JAG_88063_03_ch03_pp0059-0122.in121 121 4/29/10 12:08:44 PM4/29/10 12:08:44 PMJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indiv ivJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indiv iv 4/29/10 12:06:13 PM4/29/10 12:06:13 PMThis page left intentionally left blankCHAPTER 1 • TITLE GOES HERE123So far, we’ve discussed how to approach literary works through close read-ing and big-picture analysis. In this chapter, we’re going to build on those skills and consider literary texts grouped together, what we call Conversations. The ConversationsxxiJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indxxi xxi 4/29/10 12:06:16 PM4/29/10 12:06:16 PMVISUAL TEXTS Frida Kahlo, Self-Portrait on the Borderline between Mexico and the United States 530Frida Kahlo, Self-Portrait Dedicated to Leon Trotsky 532CONVERSATION The Legacy of Colonialism 533The Colonization of Africa (map) 533Rudyard Kipling, The White Man’s Burden (poetry) 534H. T. Johnson, The Black Man’s Burden (poetry) 536Doris Lessing, The Old Chief Mshlanga (fi ction) 538Felix Mnthali, The Stranglehold of English Lit (poetry) 547Chinua Achebe, An Image of Africa (nonfi ction) 548Binyavanga Wainaina, How to Write about Africa (nonfi ction) 559STUDENT WRITING Close Reading Fiction 563THE WRITER’S CRAFT — CLOSE READING Specialized, Archaic, and Unfamiliar Diction 565SUGGESTIONS FOR WRITING Identity and Culture 571 7 LOVE AND RELATIONSHIPS 573Ay me! for aught that I could ever read,Could ever hear by tale or history,The course of true love never did run smooth. — William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s DreamCLASSIC TEXTOscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest: A Trivial Comedy for Serious People 574MODERN TEXTSandra Cisneros, Woman Hollering Creek 623FICTIONAnton Chekhov, The Lady with the Little Dog 634Katherine Mansfi eld, Bliss 646William Faulkner, A Rose for Emily 657Dagoberto Gilb, Love in L.A. 664CONTENTSxxiiJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indxxii xxiiJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indxxii xxii 4/29/10 12:06:16 PM4/29/10 12:06:16 PMPOETRYSir Thomas Wyatt, They fl ee from me 667Sir Philip Sidney, Leave me, O Love, which reachest but to dust 669John Donne, The Flea 670Robert Herrick, To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time 672Lord Byron, She walks in Beauty 673Edna St. Vincent Millay, Love is not all 674Margaret Atwood, Siren Song 676Elizabeth Bishop, One Art 677Robert Penn Warren, True Love 679Billy Collins, Weighing the Dog 681Jane Hirshfi eld, This was once a love poem 682Paired PoemsWilliam Shakespeare, My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun 683Pablo Neruda, Mi fea, Soneta XX 684Pablo Neruda, My ugly love, Sonnet XX 685VISUAL TEXTGustav Klimt, The Kiss 687Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Short Story on a Painting of Gustav Klimt (poetry) 688CONVERSATION Courtship: The Rules of Engagement 690Andreas Capellanus, from The Art of Courtly Love (nonfi ction) 691Andrew Marvell, To His Coy Mistress (poetry) 693Annie Finch, Coy Mistress (poetry) 694Annie Finch on Writing 695Charles Dickens, from Our Mutual Friend (fi ction) 697E. E. Cummings, somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond (poetry) 698Zareh Khrakhouni, Measure (poetry) 700Anita Jain, Is Arranged Marriage Really Any Worse Than Craigslist? (nonfi ction) 701Randall Munroe, Boyfriend (cartoon) 708xxiiiCONTENTSJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indxxiii xxiiiJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indxxiii xxiii 4/29/10 12:06:17 PM4/29/10 12:06:17 PMSTUDENT WRITING Analyzing Irony in Drama 709THE WRITER’S CRAFT — CLOSE READING Irony 711SUGGESTIONS FOR WRITING Love and Relationships 717 8 CONFORMITY AND REBELLION 719Not all those who wander are lost. — J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings CLASSIC TEXTWilliam Shakespeare, Hamlet, Prince of Denmark 720MODERN TEXTEdwidge Danticat, The Book of the Dead 835FICTIONHerman Melville, Bartleby, the Scrivener: A Story of Wall Street 854Kurt Vonnegut, Harrison Bergeron 881T. C. Boyle, Admiral 887Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, The Headstrong Historian 903POETRYGeorge Herbert, The Collar 915Percy Bysshe Shelley, Song: To the Men of England 917Emily Dickinson, Much Madness is divinest Sense — 919Wallace Stevens, Disillusionment of Ten O’clock 920E. E. Cummings, anyone lived in a pretty how town 921Nazim Hikmet, On Living 923Dylan Thomas, Do not go gentle into that good night 926Anne Sexton, Her Kind 927Dudley Randall, Booker T. and W.E.B. 929Sandra Gilbert, Sonnet: The Ladies’ Home Journal 931Lucille Clifton, Homage to My Hips 932Allen Ginsberg, Is About 933Carol Ann Duffy, Penelope 935CONTENTSxxivJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indxxiv xxivJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indxxiv xxiv 4/29/10 12:06:17 PM4/29/10 12:06:17 PMPaired PoemsMatthew Prior, An Epitaph 937W. H. Auden, The Unknown Citizen 939VISUAL TEXTBook Covers for Hamlet 941CONVERSATION The Metamorphosis: Interpretations and Transformations 944Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis (novella) 945Franz Kafka, To Max Brod (letter) 978Franz Kafka, To Kurt Wolff Verlag (letter) 980David Zane Mairowitz and Robert Crumb, from Kafka (graphic essay) 981Peter Kuper, from The Metamorphosis (graphic novel) 988Peter Kuper on The Metamorphosis 1014STUDENT WRITING Close Reading Drama 1019THE WRITER’S CRAFT — CLOSE READING Tone 1021SUGGESTIONS FOR WRITING Conformity and Rebellion 1029 9 ART AND THE ARTIST 1031Art for art’s sake? I should think so, and more so than ever at the present time. It is the one orderly product which our middling race has produced. It is the cry of a thousand sentinels, the echo from a thousand labyrinths, it is the lighthouse which cannot be hidden . . . it is the best evidence we can have of our dignity. — E. M. ForsterCLASSIC TEXTT. S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock 1033MODERN TEXTJames Baldwin, Sonny’s Blues 1041FICTIONCharlotte Perkins Gilman, The Yellow Wallpaper 1066Raymond Carver, Cathedral 1079Don DeLillo, Videotape 1090xxvCONTENTSJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indxxv xxvJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indxxv xxv 4/29/10 12:06:17 PM4/29/10 12:06:17 PMPOETRYAlexander Pope, Sound and Sense 1095Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Kubla Khan; or, A Vision in a Dream 1096William Wordsworth, London, 1802 1099John Keats, On the Sonnet 1100John Keats, Ode on a Grecian Urn 1102Robert Browning, My Last Duchess 1104Claude McKay, The Harlem Dancer 1106Wallace Stevens, Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird 1108D. H. Lawrence, Piano 1111Frank O’Hara, The Day Lady Died 1112Mary Oliver, Singapore 1113Billy Collins, The Blues 1115Paired PoemsEdward Hopper, Nighthawks (painting) 1117Ira Sadoff, Hopper’s “Nighthawks” (1942) 1118Susan Ludvigson, Inventing My Parents: After Edward Hopper’s Nighthawks, 1942 1119VISUAL TEXTEdgar Degas, The Laundresses 1121Eavan Boland, Degas’s Laundresses (poetry) 1122Eavan Boland on Writing 1124CONVERSATION Seamus Heaney: The Responsibility of the Artist 1126Dennis O’Driscoll, from Stepping Stones, Interviews with Seamus Heaney (interview) 1128Seamus Heaney, from Feeling into Words (lecture) 1130Seamus Heaney, Crediting Poetry (Nobel lecture) 1133Seamus Heaney, Digging (poetry) 1145Seamus Heaney, Requiem for the Croppies (poetry) 1146Seamus Heaney, Bogland (poetry) 1147Seamus Heaney, The Tollund Man (poetry) 1148Seamus Heaney, Tollund (poetry) 1150CONTENTSxxviJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indxxvi xxviJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indxxvi xxvi 4/30/10 3:55:15 PM4/30/10 3:55:15 PMSeamus Heaney, A Call (poetry) 1151Seamus Heaney, Postscript (poetry) 1152STUDENT WRITING Close Reading Poetry 1154THE WRITER’S CRAFT — CLOSE READING Figurative Language 1158SUGGESTIONS FOR WRITING Art and the Artist 1163 10 TRADITION AND PROGRESS 1165The world owes all its onward impulses to men ill at ease. The happy man inevitably confi nes himself within ancient limits. — Nathaniel HawthorneCLASSIC TEXTHenry James, Daisy Miller 1166MODERN TEXTFlannery O’Connor, A Good Man Is Hard to Find 1211FICTIONAlice Walker, Everyday Use 1226Charles Baxter, Fenstad’s Mother 1233Salman Rushdie, The Free Radio 1244Gish Jen, Who’s Irish? 1250POETRYThomas Gray, Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard 1259William Blake, London 1264Matthew Arnold, Dover Beach 1265Gerard Manley Hopkins, God’s Grandeur 1267Emily Dickinson, Crumbling is not an instant’s Act 1268Robert Frost, Mending Wall 1269Williamwill give you an opportunity to become involved with literary texts in a way different from what you’re accustomed to. In the Conversations, you’ll be using multiple literary texts as evidence to support an interpretation or viewpoint. Consider the readings in this chapter and the Conversations throughout this book your training ground for writing a literary research paper. A key step — researching relevant texts — has already been done for you, so you can focus on developing a critical response that takes into account multiple texts representing a range of perspectives. You might wonder what the point of these Conversations or a literary research paper is, especially if you’re not planning to major in English. We like to think that these experiences are giving you “equipment for living,” which is how philosopher Kenneth Burke described the purpose of literature. He did not view literature as something reserved exclusively for academics or appreciated just for its artistic beauty, but something with practical value: to help us think about the issues that affect our lives. Considering multiple texts on the same subject gives you an opportunity to examine a range of perspectives, some of which might support your own view, some of which might challenge or completely reverse it. In some cases, these different perspectives can help you develop an opinion on a subject that you don’t have strong feelings about or maybe haven’t thought about at all. In the process, you’ll become part of an ongoing conversation among writers and artists from the past and the present. In this chapter, you’ll consider a variety of poems, a photograph, an auto-biographical essay, and a short story, all of which center around the immigrant experience — an exploration of how various people and groups who have come to America by either choice or circumstance have interpreted what it means to be an American. But before you take a look at the texts in this Conversation, take a moment to write.Entering the Conversation4JAG_88063_04_ch04_pp0123-0160.in123 123JAG_88063_04_ch04_pp0123-0160.in123 123 4/29/10 12:09:15 PM4/29/10 12:09:15 PM• ACTIVITY •What does it mean to be an American? What makes a person feel that he or she belongs in America? Has the concept of being an American changed over time? Are there some ideas that have remained consistent or endured through our country’s history? Freewrite in response to one or more of these questions. Use your own experience, current events, your historical knowledge, or literature you’ve read to inform your response. ConversationComing to AmericaFor the remainder of this chapter, we’ll focus on the following group of eight texts, arranged here in chronological order:TextsEmma Lazarus, “The New Colossus” (poetry) Lewis W. Hine, “Playground in Tenement Alley, Boston” (photography) Langston Hughes, “Let America Be America Again” (poetry)Dwight Okita, “In Response to Executive Order 9066: All Americans of Japanese Descent Must Report to Relocation Centers” (poetry)Pat Mora, “Immigrants” (poetry)Amy Tan, “Two Kinds” (fiction)Judith Ortiz Cofer, “The Latin Deli” (poetry)Bharati Mukherjee, “Two Ways to Belong in America” (nonfiction)The first piece, which in many ways sets the stage for this inquiry, is a sonnet, “The New Colossus,” written by Emma Lazarus (1849–1887). Born to a well-to-do family in New York, she was one of the first successful Jewish American authors and an advocate for Jewish refugees arriving in New York after violent anti-Semitic riots (called pogroms) in Russia. Lazarus received a classical education through private tutors, was fluent in German and French, and enjoyed a correspondence with Ralph Waldo Emerson. Originally written in 1883 for an art auction to raise funds to build a pedestal for the Statue of Liberty, “The New Colossus” did not become part of the monument until 1903, when it was inscribed on a plaque and placed on the inner wall; in 1945, it was relocated over the main entrance. Subsequently, Lazarus’s famous words, “Give me your tired, your poor, / Your huddled masses yearning to CHAPTER 4 • ENTERING THE CONVERSATION124JAG_88063_04_ch04_pp0123-0160.in124 124JAG_88063_04_ch04_pp0123-0160.in124 124 4/29/10 12:09:16 PM4/29/10 12:09:16 PMbreathe free” became synonymous with the Statue of Liberty and the American Dream.The New ColossusEmma LazarusNot like the brazen giant of Greek fame,With conquering limbs astride from land to land;Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall standA mighty woman with a torch, whose flameIs the imprisoned lightning, and her name 5Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-handGlows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes commandThe air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries sheWith silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor, 10Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”[1883]The poem begins with a reference to the Colossus of Rhodes, one of the Seven Wonders of the World — a giant bronze statue of the sun god Helios that overlooked the Greek city’s harbor. Lazarus asserts that the “new colossus” is “not like” the statue, a “brazen giant,” but “A mighty woman with a torch,” whom Lazarus dubs the “Mother of Exiles.” Why do you think she prefers this kindlier image? What other images in the poem characterize this “new colossus”? Notice, for instance, that her “mild eyes com-mand,” as if her power derives from a source different from that of the Greek statue “with conquering limbs.” This “Mother of Exiles” tells the “ancient lands” (the old world) that she does not want “your storied pomp” (the aristocracy) but welcomes “your tired, your poor” — those described as “The wretched refuse.” So not only is she offering sanctuary but she seems to prefer those who have somehow suffered or been oppressed. How does her embrace of the oppressed contribute to the American idea of a “melting pot”? Of course, there is much more to consider about this poem — its sonnet form, its interpretation of the Statue of Liberty, its use of Greek and Roman art and myth, the influence of Lazarus’s identity as a woman and a Jew in late nineteenth-century America — but overall, we can see the image of America as a land of opportunity emerging in the language of refuge, welcome, and opportunity. With this poem as backdrop, the Statue of Liberty as a symbol of America beckons those who are “yearning to breathe free” with the prospect of a new beginning. 125CONVERSATIONJAG_88063_04_ch04_pp0123-0160.in125 125JAG_88063_04_ch04_pp0123-0160.in125 125 4/29/10 12:09:16 PM4/29/10 12:09:16 PMLet’s turn from Lazarus’s poem to a photograph by Lewis W. Hine (1874–1940). In 1908, Hine became the photographer for the National Child Labor Committee, which used his work to lobby for child labor laws. He was also known for his photo-graphs and commentaries on the immigrant experience, including living conditions in the tenements. Playground in Tenement Alley, BostonLewis W. Hine“Playground in Tenement Alley, Boston” (1909, gelatin silver print, 12.7 x 17.7 cm)This photo shows a group of children in an alley between two tenement build-ings; some are playing ball, some are standing on a wagon watching, a few seem to be looking in the direction of the photographer. Adults are notably absent. The buildings enclose the children, but is the effect one of protection and shelter, or of confinement and crowding? Is this a promising scene of young people whose futures open up skyward, or a pessimistic scene of children with limited horizons, hemmed in by poverty? Why is it significant that the children are playing baseball, long con-sidered America’s pastime? Does this photo reflect the vision of freedom in “The New Colossus,” or do you think Hine isButler Yeats, The Second Coming 1272James Wright, Autumn Begins in Martins Ferry, Ohio 1273Mitsuye Yamada, A Bedtime Story 1274May Swenson, Goodbye, Goldeneye 1276xxviiCONTENTSJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indxxvii xxviiJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indxxvii xxvii 4/29/10 12:06:18 PM4/29/10 12:06:18 PMChitra Banerjee Divakaruni, Indian Movie, New Jersey 1278Stephen Dunn, Charlotte Brontë in Leeds Point 1280Aimee Nezhukumatathil, When All of My Cousins Are Married 1282Aimee Nezhukumatathil on Writing 1283Derek Walcott, Forty Acres 1287Paired PoemsWalt Whitman, Mannahatta 1288Carl Sandburg, Chicago 1290VISUAL TEXT Kehinde Wiley, Portrait of Andries Stilte II 1292CONVERSATION The Harlem Renaissance: Progress within Tradition? 1294James Weldon Johnson, Preface to The Book of American Negro Poetry (nonfi ction) 1295Langston Hughes, The Negro Artist and the Racial Mountain (nonfi ction) 1296Langston Hughes, Jazzonia (poetry) 1300Claude McKay, The White House (poetry) 1301Zora Neale Hurston, Spunk (fi ction) 1302Aaron Douglass, The Spirit of Africa (woodcut) 1307Arna Bontemps, Nocturne at Bethesda (poetry) 1308Jessie Redmon Fauset, from Plum Bun: A Novel without a Moral (fi ction) 1310STUDENT WRITING Working with Sources 1314THE WRITER’S CRAFT — CLOSE READING Syntax 1317SUGGESTIONS FOR WRITING Tradition and Progress 1323 11 WAR AND PEACE 1325Do dreams offer lessons? Do nightmares have themes, do we awaken and analyze them and live our lives and advise others as a result? Can the foot soldier teach anything important about war, merely for having been there? I think not. He can tell war stories.— Tim O’Brien, If I Die in a Combat ZoneCONTENTSxxviiiJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indxxviii xxviiiJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indxxviii xxviii 4/29/10 12:06:18 PM4/29/10 12:06:18 PMCLASSIC TEXTSophocles, Antigone 1327MODERN TEXTTim O’Brien, The Things They Carried 1371FICTION Luigi Pirandello, War 1387Muriel Spark, The First Year of My Life 1390Cynthia Ozick, The Shawl 1396Bharati Mukherjee, The Management of Grief 1400POETRYHomer, The Champion Arms for Battle, from Book 19 of the Iliad 1413William Shakespeare, “If we are marked to die . . .” from Henry V, Act IV, scene iii 1415Robert Southey, The Battle of Blenheim 1417Walt Whitman, Vigil strange I kept on the fi eld one night 1420Herman Melville, Shiloh: A Requiem (April, 1862) 1421Siegfried Sassoon, Lamentations 1423Wilfred Owen, Dulce et Decorum Est 1424Anna Akhmatova, The First Long-Range Artillery Shell in Leningrad 1426Randall Jarrell, The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner 1427Henry Reed, Naming of Parts 1428Richard Wilbur, First Snow in Alsace 1429Wisława Szymborska, The Terrorist, He Watches 1431Yousif al-Sa’igh, An Iraqi Evening 1433Brian Turner, Sadiq 1434Brian Turner on Writing 1435Natasha Trethewey, Elegy for the Native Guards 1437Paired Poems Wilfred Owen, The Parable of the Old Man and the Young 1439Wilfred Owen, Arms and the Boy 1440xxixCONTENTSJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indxxix xxixJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indxxix xxix 4/29/10 12:06:18 PM4/29/10 12:06:18 PMVISUAL TEXTNew York Times, Boy Fascist 1441CONVERSATION Finding Peace 1443Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Ulysses (poetry) 1443Thomas Hardy, A Wife in London (December, 1899) (poetry) 1446Ernest Hemingway, Soldier’s Home (fi ction) 1447Yusef Komunyakaa, Facing It (poetry) 1453Maya Lin, from Boundaries (nonfi ction) 1455Department of Defense, Fallen Soldiers Arriving at Dover Air Force Base (photography) 1457Rachelle Jones, Satisfy My Soul (blog post) 1459STUDENT WRITING Analyzing Theme in Drama 1461THE WRITER’S CRAFT — CLOSE READING Imagery 1463SUGGESTIONS FOR WRITING War and Peace 1469MLA Guidelines for a List of Works Cited 1473Glossary of Terms 1479Acknowledgments 1510Index of First Lines 1519Index of Authors and Titles 1522CONTENTSxxxJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indxxx xxxJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indxxx xxx 4/29/10 12:06:18 PM4/29/10 12:06:18 PMxxxiFictionChimamanda Ngozi Adichie, The Headstrong Historian 903Julia Alvarez, Snow 16Jane Austen, from Pride and Prejudice 64James Baldwin, Sonny’s Blues 1041Charles Baxter, Fenstad’s Mother 1233Suzanne Berne, from A Crime in the Neighborhood 81T. C. Boyle, Admiral 887Raymond Carver, Cathedral 1079Willa Cather, from My Antonia 19May-lee Chai, Saving Sourdi 281Anton Chekhov, The Lady with the Little Dog 634Sandra Cisneros, Woman Hollering Creek 623Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness 369Edwidge Danticat, The Book of the Dead 835Don DeLillo, Videotape 1090Charles Dickens, from Hard Times 66Charles Dickens, from Our Mutual Friend 697Ralph Ellison, I Yam What I Am 333Laura Esquivel, January: Christmas Rolls 339William Faulkner, A Rose for Emily 657Jessie Redmon Fauset, from Plum Bun: A Novel without a Moral 1310F. Scott Fitzgerald, Babylon Revisited 250F. Scott Fitzgerald, from The Great Gatsby 25Gabriel García Márquez, One of These Days 61Dagoberto Gilb, Love in L.A. 664Charlotte Perkins Gilman, The Yellow Wallpaper 1066Thomas Hardy, from Tess of the D’Urbervilles 72Nathaniel Hawthorne, from The Scarlet Letter 40Contents by GenreJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indxxxi xxxiJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indxxxi xxxi 4/29/10 12:06:19 PM4/29/10 12:06:19 PMNathaniel Hawthorne, Young Goodman Brown 452Ernest Hemingway, Soldier’s Home 1447Zora Neale Hurston, Spunk 1302Shirley Jackson, from The Lottery 77Henry James, Daisy Miller 1166Gish Jen, Who’s Irish? 1250Edward P. Jones, The First Day 85James Joyce, The Dead 162Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis 945Jamaica Kincaid, Girl 91Jhumpa Lahiri, Interpreter of Maladies 434Doris Lessing, The Old Chief Mshlanga 538Katherine Mansfield, Bliss 646Katherine Mansfield, from Miss Brill 76Herman Melville, Bartleby, the Scrivener: A Story of Wall Street 854Ana Menéndez, In Cuba I Was a German Shepherd 481Dinaw Mengestu, from The Beautiful Things That Heaven Bears 74Bharati Mukherjee, The Management of Grief 1400Joyce Carol Oates, Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been? 467Tim O’Brien, The Things They Carried 1371Flannery O’Connor, A Good Man Is Hard to Find 1211Tillie Olsen, I Stand Here Ironing 265George Orwell, from 1984 71Cynthia Ozick, The Shawl 1396Luigi Pirandello, War 1387Edgar Allan Poe, from The Masque of the Red Death 67Henry Roth, from Call It Sleep 70Salman Rushdie, The Free Radio 1244Mary Shelley, from Frankenstein 82Muriel Spark, The First Year of My Life 1390John Steinbeck, from The Grapes of Wrath 69Amy Tan, Two Kinds 133Colm Tóibín, from Brooklyn 83Mark Twain, from The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn 75John Updike, A & P 462Helena María Viramontes, The Moths 272Kurt Vonnegut, Harrison Bergeron 881Alice Walker, Everyday Use 1226Brad Watson, Seeing Eye 78Eudora Welty, from Old Mr. Marblehall 24Virginia Woolf, from Mrs. Dalloway 77CONTENTS BY GENRExxxiiJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indxxxii xxxiiJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indxxxii xxxii 4/29/10 12:06:19 PM4/29/10 12:06:19 PMPoetryAnna Akhmatova, The First Long-Range Artillery Shell in Leningrad 1426Yousif al-Sa’igh, An Iraqi Evening 1433Elizabeth Alexander, Praise Song for the Day 4Sherman Alexie, The Powwow at the End of the World 519Julia Alvarez, First Muse 521Matthew Arnold, Dover Beach 1265Margaret Atwood, Siren Song 676W. H. Auden, The Unknown Citizen 939Thomas Bastard, De Puero Balbutiente 295Elizabeth Bishop, One Art 677William Blake, London 1264Eavan Boland, Degas’s Laundresses 9, 1122Eavan Boland, The Pomegranate 323Arna Bontemps, Nocturne at Bethesda 1308Anne Bradstreet, Before the Birth of One of Her Children 298Kamau Brathwaite, Ogun 515Gwendolyn Brooks, We Real Cool 510Elizabeth Barrett Browning, To George Sand: A Desire 528Elizabeth Barrett Browning, To George Sand: A Recognition 529Robert Browning, My Last Duchess1104Lord Byron, She walks in Beauty 673David Clewell, Vegetarian Physics 3Lucille Clifton, Homage to My Hips 932Judith Ortiz Cofer, The Latin Deli 141Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Kubla Khan; or, A Vision in a Dream 1096Billy Collins, The Blues 1115Billy Collins, Introduction to Poetry 10Billy Collins, Weighing the Dog 681Countee Cullen, Heritage 503E. E. Cummings, anyone lived in a pretty how town 921E. E. Cummings, the Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls 502E. E. Cummings, somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond 698Mahmoud Darwish, Identity Card 513Emily Dickinson, Crumbling is not an instant’s Act 1268Emily Dickinson, I’m Nobody! Who are you? 501Emily Dickinson, Much Madness is divinest Sense — 8, 919Emily Dickinson, Tell all the Truth but tell it slant — 2Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni, Indian Movie, New Jersey 1278John Donne, The Flea 670Rita Dove, The Bistro Styx 326xxxiiiCONTENTS BY GENREJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indxxxiii xxxiiiJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indxxxiii xxxiii 4/29/10 12:06:19 PM4/29/10 12:06:19 PMCarol Ann Duffy, Penelope 935Stephen Dunn, Charlotte Brontë in Leeds Point 1280Stephen Dunn, The Sacred 2T. S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock 1033Ralph Waldo Emerson, The Apology 499Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Short Story on a Painting of Gustav Klimt 688Annie Finch, Coy Mistress 694Robert Frost, Mending Wall 1269Robert Frost, “Out, Out —” 13Sandra Gilbert, Sonnet: The Ladies’ Home Journal 931Allen Ginsberg, Is About 933Albert Goldbarth, Shawl 9Thomas Gray, Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard 1259Eamon Grennan, Pause 317Nathalie Handal, Caribe in Nueva York 523Thomas Hardy, A Wife in London (December, 1899) 1446Robert Hayden, Those Winter Sundays 308Seamus Heaney, Bogland 1147Seamus Heaney, A Call 1151Seamus Heaney, Digging 1145Seamus Heaney, Postscript 1152Seamus Heaney, Requiem for the Croppies 1146Seamus Heaney, Tollund 1150Seamus Heaney, The Tollund Man 1148George Herbert, The Collar 915Robert Herrick, Delight in Disorder 31Robert Herrick, To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time 672Nazim Hikmet, On Living 923Edward Hirsch, Fast Break 49Jane Hirshfield, This was once a love poem 682Homer, The Champion Arms for Battle, from Book 19 of the Iliad 1413Gerard Manley Hopkins, God’s Grandeur 1267A. E. Housman, To an Athlete Dying Young 21Langston Hughes, Jazzonia 1300Langston Hughes, Let America Be America Again 127Langston Hughes, Mother to Son 305David Ignatow, The Bagel 8Randall Jarrell, The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner 1427H. T. Johnson, The Black Man’s Burden 536Ben Jonson, On My First Son 297John Keats, Bright Star, would I were stedfast as thou art — 30John Keats, Ode on a Grecian Urn 1102CONTENTS BY GENRExxxivJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indxxxiv xxxivJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indxxxiv xxxiv 4/29/10 12:06:19 PM4/29/10 12:06:19 PMJohn Keats, On the Sonnet 1100Zareh Khrakhouni, Measure 700Rudyard Kipling, The White Man’s Burden 534Yusef Komunyakaa, Facing It 1453Yusef Komunyakaa, Slam, Dunk, & Hook 41Maxine Kumin, Woodchucks 58D. H. Lawrence, Piano 1111Emma Lazarus, The New Colossus 125Li-Young Lee, The Hammock 319Susan Ludvigson, Inventing My Parents: After Edward Hopper’s Nighthawks, 1942 1119Andrew Marvell, To His Coy Mistress 693Claude McKay, The Harlem Dancer 1106Claude McKay, The White House 1301Herman Melville, Shiloh: A Requiem (April 1862) 1421Edna St. Vincent Millay, Love is not all 674John Milton, When I consider how my light is spent 495Felix Mnthali, The Stranglehold of English Lit 547Pat Mora, Immigrants 132Pablo Neruda, Mi fea, Soneta XX 684Pablo Neruda, My ugly love, Sonnet XX 685Aimee Nezhukumatathil, When All of My Cousins Are Married 1282Naomi Shihab Nye, My Father and the Figtree 337Frank O’Hara, The Day Lady Died 1112Dwight Okita, In Response to Executive Order 9066: All Americans of Japanese Descent Must Report to Relocation Centers 131Sharon Olds, Rite of Passage 313Mary Oliver, Singapore 1113Mary Oliver, Wild Geese 316Simon Ortiz, My Father’s Song 32Wilfred Owen, Arms and the Boy 1440Wilfred Owen, Dulce et Decorum Est 1424Wilfred Owen, The Parable of the Old Man and the Young 1439Lisa Parker, Snapping Beans 347Linda Pastan, Marks 315Sylvia Plath, Daddy 310Alexander Pope, The Quiet Life 496Alexander Pope, Sound and Sense 1095Matthew Prior, An Epitaph 937Dudley Randall, Booker T. and W.E.B. 929Henry Reed, Naming of Parts 1428Theodore Roethke, My Papa’s Waltz 307xxxvCONTENTS BY GENREJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indxxxv xxxvJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indxxxv xxxv 4/29/10 12:06:19 PM4/29/10 12:06:19 PMChristina Georgina Rossetti, Promises like Pie-Crust 34Ira Sadoff, Hopper’s “Nighthawks” (1942) 1118Carl Sandburg, Chicago 1290Siegfried Sassoon, Lamentations 1423Anne Sexton, Her Kind 927William Shakespeare, “If we are marked to die . . .” from Henry V, Act IV, scene iii 1415William Shakespeare, My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun 683William Shakespeare, Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea 1153William Shakespeare, When, in disgrace with Fortune and men’s eyes 36William Shakespeare, When my love swears that she is made of truth 3Percy Bysshe Shelley, Song: To the Men of England 917Sir Philip Sidney, Leave me, oh Love, which reachest but to dust 669Gary Soto, Mexicans Begin Jogging 518Robert Southey, The Battle of Blenheim 1417William Stafford, Traveling through the Dark 57Wallace Stevens, Disillusionment of Ten O’clock 920Wallace Stevens, Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird 1108May Swenson, Goodbye, Goldeneye 1276Wislawa Szymborska, The Terrorist, He Watches 1431Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Ulysses 1443Dylan Thomas, Do not go gentle into that good night 926Dylan Thomas, Fern Hill 508Natasha Trethewey, Elegy for the Native Guards 1437Brian Turner, In the Leupold Scope 1468Brian Turner, Sadiq 1434Derek Walcott, Forty Acres 1287Robert Penn Warren, True Love 679Walt Whitman, Mannahatta 1288Walt Whitman, Vigil strange I kept on the field one night 1420Richard Wilbur, First Snow in Alsace 1429William Carlos Williams, The Red Wheelbarrow 28William Wordsworth, London, 1802 1099William Wordsworth, We Are Seven 299William Wordsworth, The World Is Too Much with Us 498Franz Wright, Learning to Read 12James Wright, Autumn Begins in Martins Ferry, Ohio 1273Sir Thomas Wyatt, They flee from me 667Mitsuye Yamada, A Bedtime Story 1274William Butler Yeats, A Prayer for My Daughter 302William Butler Yeats, The Second Coming 1272Kevin Young, Cousins 321CONTENTS BY GENRExxxviJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indxxxvi xxxviJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indxxxvi xxxvi 4/29/10 12:06:20 PM4/29/10 12:06:20 PMDramaD. L. Coburn, from The Gin Game 99Susan Glaspell, Trifles 102Lorraine Hansberry, from A Raisin in the Sun 97Henrik Ibsen, from A Doll House 96, 98Terrence McNally, Andre’s Mother 100William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Prince of Denmark 720William Shakespeare, from Macbeth 15William Shakespeare, from Othello, the Moor of Venice 95George Bernard Shaw, from Pygmalion 93Sophocles, Antigone 1327Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest: A Trivial Comedy for Serious People 574August Wilson, Fences 195August Wilson, from The Piano Lesson 98Nonfi ctionChinua Achebe, An Image of Africa 548Sherman Alexie, from Superman and Me 11Andreas Capellanus, from The Art of Courtly Love 691Seamus Heaney, Crediting Poetry 1133Seamus Heaney, from Feeling into Words 1130Langston Hughes, The Negro Artist and the Racial Mountain 1296Anita Jain, Is Arranged Marriage Really Any Worse Than Craigslist? 701James Weldon Johnson, Preface to The Book of American Negro Poetry 1295Rachelle Jones, Satisfy My Soul 1459Franz Kafka, To Kurt Wolff Verlag 980Franz Kafka, To Max Brod 978Geeta Kothari, If You Are What You Eat, Then What Am I? 351Maya Lin, from Boundaries 1455Bharati Mukherjee, Two Ways to Belong in America 143Dennis O’Driscoll,from Stepping Stones, Interviews with Seamus Heaney 1128Chris Offutt, Brain Food 349Binyavanga Wainaina, How to Write about Africa 559xxxviiCONTENTS BY GENREJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indxxxvii xxxviiJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indxxxvii xxxvii 4/29/10 12:06:20 PM4/29/10 12:06:20 PMVisual TextsBook CoversHamlet, Bantam Classics edition 943Hamlet, Dover Thrift edition 942CartoonsRandall Munroe, Boyfriend 708Charles Schulz, Peanuts 6Graphic NovelsPeter Kuper, from The Metamorphosis 988David Zane Mairowitz and Robert Crumb, from Kafka 981Map The Colonization of Africa 533Paintings Edgar Degas, The Laundresses 1121Edward Hopper, Nighthawks 1117Frida Kahlo, Self-Portrait Dedicated to Leon Trotsky 532Frida Kahlo, Self-Portrait on the Borderline between Mexico and the United States 530Gustav Klimt, The Kiss 687Jacob Lawrence, A Family 329Jacob Lawrence, Pool Parlor 512Vincent Van Gogh, The Potato-Eaters 332Kehinde Wiley, Portrait of Andries Stilte II 1292Photographs Department of Defense, Fallen Soldiers Arriving at Dover Air Force Base 1457Lewis W. Hine, Playground in Tenement Alley, Boston 126New York Times, Boy Fascist 1441Woodcut Aaron Douglas, The Spirit of Africa 1307CONTENTS BY GENRExxxviiiJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indxxxviii xxxviiiJAG_88063_00_FM_pp_i-xxxviii.indxxxviii xxxviii 4/29/10 12:06:20 PM4/29/10 12:06:20 PMCHAPTER 1 • TITLE GOES HERE1In the past, most people curled up with a book, whether on a sofa on a rainy day, under a tree on a sunny one, or under the covers with a flashlight. Today, those scenes may sound downright quaint, when the very idea of “the book” is open to debate. With more and more books being digitized, people are starting to click on a screen as often as they flip a page. In fact, some believe that e-readers will sup-plant the physical book, and the ads make a convincing argument: “Simple to use: no computer, no cables, no syncing. Buy a book and it is auto-delivered wirelessly in less than one minute. More than 250,000 books available” (amazon.com). Plus, there’s no denying that having a text online, whether on a laptop or e-reader, could make for efficient reading, with hyperlinks, access to search engines, built-in dictionaries, and other bells and whistles. Literature has also moved from the page to the stage as spoken-word poetry has become a global phenomenon, with large audiences of all ages, lively competitions, and stars with enthusiastic followings.Yet amid stories that “the book” will become a cultural artifact, literature lives on. Leo Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina, written in the late 1800s, topped the best-seller list in 2004, thanks to Oprah Winfrey and her book club. More recently, sales of the final installment of the Harry Potter series exceeded four hundred million copies. So whether you have a paperback, an audiobook, an e-text, or the author right in front of you performing the work, what still seems to matter is, does the work hold your interest? give you a break from your day-to-day life? inform you? challenge or provoke you? or even entertain you?There are stories or poems that don’t go beyond entertaining — they’re fun — and there’s nothing wrong with that. But many of those works are probably not what we would call “literature.” Of course, not everyone agrees on precisely what defines litera-ture, but what we mean is a work that rewards the time, concentration, and creativ-ity put into reading, rereading, exploring, analyzing, discussing, and interpreting it. Literary texts are ones we’re likely to remember — ones that may, in fact, influence who we are, how we experience our world, and what truths guide our lives. Many writers believe that the truth of human experience is too complex, too dazzling, to be reduced to simple facts. The poet Emily Dickinson suggests that any-one attempting to understand or explain the nature of life would do well to adopt a roundabout approach. From her perspective, “Success in Circuit lies.” Thinking about Literature1JAG_88063_01_ch01_pp0001-0018.in1 1JAG_88063_01_ch01_pp0001-0018.in1 1 4/29/10 12:06:57 PM4/29/10 12:06:57 PMTell all the Truth but tell it slant —Success in Circuit liesToo bright for our infirm DelightThe Truth’s superb surpriseAs Lightning to the Children eased 5With explanation kindThe Truth must dazzle graduallyOr every man be blind —[c. 1868]Dickinson suggests that indirection is the way toward “truth” — which might “dazzle” but does so “gradually,” more like a process of discovery than steps in an instruc-tion manual. But why in a poem about “truth” do we find the word “lies”? Why must truth reveal itself (or be revealed) “with explanation kind” — the way we explain light-ning to children while trying not to frighten them? In this short, somewhat enigmatic poem, Dickinson may be getting at the heart of what literature is: works that ask more questions than they answer, that draw us in to explore them. These texts often ask us to go beyond the obvious or literal level and to think metaphorically. The poet Robert Frost once wrote, “Unless you are at home in the metaphor, you are not safe anywhere.” Although he makes his point somewhat playfully, he reminds us that making sense of our lives and world requires going beyond a surface understanding. We must be able to infer meanings that may only be suggested, to understand the significance of symbolic gestures, to comprehend not just what has happened but what it means. • ACTIVITY •Select one of the poems that follow, and discuss how the poet “tell[s] all the Truth but tell[s] it slant,” or how he is “at home in the metaphor.” The Sacred STEPHEN DUNNAfter the teacher asked if anyone had a sacred placeand the students fidgeted and shrankin their chairs, the most serious of them all said it was his car, 5being in it alone, his tape deck playingthings he’d chosen, and others knew the truth had been spokenand began speaking about their rooms,CHAPTER 1 • THINKING ABOUT LITERATURE2JAG_88063_01_ch01_pp0001-0018.in2 2JAG_88063_01_ch01_pp0001-0018.in2 2 4/29/10 12:06:58 PM4/29/10 12:06:58 PMtheir hiding places, but the car kept coming up, 10 the car in motion,music filling it, and sometimes one other personwho understood the bright altar of the dashboard and how far awaya car could take him from the need 15to speak, or to answer, the key in having a keyand putting it in, and going.[1989]When my love swears that she is made of truthWILLIAM SHAKESPEARE When my love swears that she is made of truth,I do believe her though I know she lies,That she might think me some untutored youth,Unlearnèd in the world’s false subtleties.Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, 5Although she knows my days are past the best,Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue.On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed.But wherefore says she not she is unjust?And wherefore say not I that I am old? 10O, love’s best habit is in seeming trust,And age in love loves not to have years told. Therefore I lie with her and she with me, And in our faults by lies we flattered be.[1599]Vegetarian PhysicsDAVID CLEWELLThe tofu that’s shown up overnight in this house is frighteningproof of the Law of Conservation: matter that simply cannot becreated or destroyed. Matter older than Newton,who knew better than to taste it. Older than Lao-tzu,who thought about it but finally chose harmonious non- 5 interference.I’d like to be philosophical too, see it as some kind of pale 3ACTIVITYJAG_88063_01_ch01_pp0001-0018.in3 3JAG_88063_01_ch01_pp0001-0018.in3 3 4/29/10 12:06:58 PM4/29/10 12:06:58 PMCHAPTER 1 • THINKING ABOUT LITERATURE4inscrutable wisdom among the hot dogs, the cold chicken,the leftover deviled eggs, but I’m talking curdledsoybean milk. And I don’t have that kind of energy.I’d rather not be part of the precariously metaphorical10wedding of modern physics and the ancient Eastern mysteries.But still: whoever stashed the tofu in my Frigidairehad better come back for it soon. I’m not Einsteinbut I’m smart enough to know a bad idea when I see ittaking up space, biding its time. 15Like so much that demands our imperfect attentionamid the particle roar of the world: going nowhere, fast. [1994]Why Study Literature?Why is reading and studying literature worth the effort? This is a reasonable question to ask as you embark on the study of poetry, fiction, and drama. If it’s factual infor-mation you want, there are better places to search than within the pages of a novel or play or the lines of a poem. Writers of imaginative literature often stretch facts, play with historical events and characters, and even alter geography, but they do so in order to tell us something about ourselves and the world we live in. Studying a play by William Shakespeare (p. 720), a poem by early American poet Anne Bradstreet (p. 298), or a story by contemporary Nigerian writer Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie (p. 903) holds the promise of helping us to understand ourselves a little better. As we explore the motivations, actions, thoughts, and ideas of an author or the characters he or she created, we consider the issues at hand, weigh right and wrong, and con-template how we would react. In the process, we learn something about ourselves. As individuals, we sometimes turn to literary texts to escape, to take a break from our current life or situation, to be entertained for a while. Such departures from daily reality help put things in perspective. Many find comfort in reading about the moti-vation and thoughts of others — how they respond to disappointment or confusion, come of age, deal with the joys and challenges of family life, or cope with conflict and change. In this way, we learn to empathize with people in situations similar to our own, as well as those in entirely different cultures, circumstances, and even time periods. Literature brings people together; it builds community. Sometimes we look to our poets on state occasions to give us this sense of commu-nity. Several United States presidents have had poems written for their inauguration, including President Barack Obama, who invited Elizabeth Alexander to write and read a poem for his inauguration in 2009. The result was “Praise Song for the Day”: Each day we go about our business,walking past each other, catching each other’seyes or not, about to speak or speaking.JAG_88063_01_ch01_pp0001-0018.in4 4JAG_88063_01_ch01_pp0001-0018.in4 4 4/29/10 12:06:58 PM4/29/10 12:06:58 PMAll about us is noise. All about us isnoise and bramble, thorn and din, each 5one of our ancestors on our tongues. Someone is stitching up a hem, darninga hole in a uniform, patching a tire,repairing the things in need of repair.Someone is trying to make music somewhere, 10with a pair of wooden spoons on an oil drum, with cello, boom box, harmonica, voice.A woman and her son wait for the bus.A farmer considers the changing sky.A teacher says, Take out your pencils. Begin. 15We encounter each other in words, wordsspiny or smooth, whispered or declaimed,words to consider, reconsider.We cross dirt roads and highways that markthe will of some one and then others, who said 20I need to see what’s on the other side.I know there’s something better down the road.We need to find a place where we are safe.We walk into that which we cannot yet see.Say it plain: that many have died for this day. 25Sing the names of the dead who brought us here,who laid the train tracks, raised the bridges, picked the cotton and the lettuce, builtbrick by brick the glittering edificesthey would then keep clean and work inside of. 30Praise song for struggle, praise song for the day.Praise song for every hand-lettered sign, the figuring-it-out at kitchen tables.Some live by love thy neighbor as thyself,others by first do no harm or take no more 35than you need. What if the mightiest word is love?Love beyond marital, filial, national,love that casts a widening pool of light,love with no need to pre-empt grievance.In today’s sharp sparkle, this winter air, 40any thing can be made, any sentence begun.On the brink, on the brim, on the cusp,praise song for walking forward in that light.5WHY STUDY LITERATURE?JAG_88063_01_ch01_pp0001-0018.in5 5JAG_88063_01_ch01_pp0001-0018.in5 5 4/29/10 12:06:58 PM4/29/10 12:06:58 PMCHAPTER 1 • THINKING ABOUT LITERATURE6How does Alexander ask us to think about the inaugural day? She emphasizes the common person (the woman and her son waiting for a bus, the farmer, the teacher) and alludes to the unsung heroes who built the nation, not only those who died for it but those who “laid the train tracks, raised the bridges, / picked the cotton and the lettuce” (ll. 27–28). She calls for optimism and hope in “walking forward in that light” (l. 43), but she also reminds us that we are writing history or that we have an opportunity to do so at a time when “any thing can be made, any sentence begun” (l. 41). An inaugural ceremony is what its name suggests — a beginning, an ushering in of a new era, a time of promise — and in this poem, politics and literature join to remind the nation that despite all differences of history, origin, and interest, we have a common purpose. In short, literature reminds us that we’re not alone. We’re part of a community, an ongoing conversation that some call “cultural literacy.” These days, in a heterogeneous population amid a global culture, the very concept is controversial, yet there are certain authors, works, allusions, and even phrases that contribute to our collective identity. Even those who haven’t read Hamlet recognize “To be, or not to be” as a phrase sug-gesting indecisiveness. Even those who have not read the Bible or had a Judeo-Christian upbringing are likely to recognize references to the Garden of Eden. Granted, our schools do not have a formalized reading list, nor would most of us want one. We pride ourselves on a fluid and open society that welcomes the new and incorporates it into our traditions. Yet familiarity with certain works gives us a kind of common vocabulary to explore our day-to-day world. Let’s use The Great Gatsby as an example. This seminal novel, written by F. Scott Fitzgerald in 1925, captures both the promise and the illusion of the American Dream. It’s inspired other novels, such as Bodega Dreams, whose author, Ernesto Quiñonez, says that he used the plot of The Great Gatsby as a model for his story, set in Spanish Harlem and told in a mixture of urban dialects and Spanglish: “When I see Gatsby, I see a poor guy who would do any-thing to become rich. When rich people see Gatsby they think that he belongs to them, but Gatsby does not belong to the rich. Gatsby belongs to the poor.” The 2005 film G is billed as a modern-day hip-hop version of Fitzgerald’s novel, though not one that crit-ics thought would give the original novel a run for its money. Charles Schulz references The Great Gatsby in a number of his classic Peanuts cartoons, such as the following one, which alludes to the symbolic green light at the end of a dock in the novel and Gatsby’s studied use of the expression “old sport.” PEANUTS: © United Feature Syndicate, Inc.JAG_88063_01_ch01_pp0001-0018.in6 6JAG_88063_01_ch01_pp0001-0018.in6 6 4/29/10 12:06:58 PM4/29/10 12:06:58 PMIn 2002, Book magazine named Jay Gatsby the number one literary figure of our time, “the cynical idealist, who embodies America in all of its messy glory.” In 2009, The Great Gatsby is still around. Writing an article with the provocative title “The End of White America?” Hua Hsu begins: “Civilization’s going to pieces,” he remarks. He is in polite company, gathered with friends around a bottle of wine in the late-afternoon sun, chatting and gossiping. “I’ve