<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2790306625349124259</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:31:53.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alexandra Favier's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexandra-favier.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790306625349124259/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexandra-favier.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alexandra Favier's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13311356766954385171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2790306625349124259.post-1365980256640768889</id><published>2009-04-20T21:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:31:26.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Witchy Woman</title><content type='html'>In a world where male dominance is standard, women are automatically inferior and powerless in the minds of society. In “Her Kind”, Anne Sexton explores this idea as her power is suppressed to simply running a household. Sexton juxtaposes the housewife and a witch to prove this inferiority and in general the stereotypes associated with women.&lt;br /&gt;            Beginning in the first stanza, Sexton characterizes herself as “a possessed witch” with twelve fingers further proving her sorcery. By describing herself as a witch she is inferring the idea that she is in fact an outcast but not for normal reasons. In her mind, she is an outcast due to the fact that she feels and believes she has power and will let no one suppress it. For this reason, she would be considered abnormal among society. Closing the first stanza, Sexton says, “A woman like that is not a woman, quite” referring to the idea that because she is an outcast,  “a lonely thing”, “ out of mind”, “twelve-fingered” and harnesses a great deal of self-worth and power that she is not a “woman”. She does not and will not allow herself to fit into the mold of the common housewife. She would much rather be “persecuted” as a witch than succumb to societies silly ideas.&lt;br /&gt;            Continuing into the second stanza, we see Sexton’s segregation from society further as she lives in “warm caves in the woods.” One gets the feeling that she is almost exiled to the woods due to her failure to follow female societal protocol. Furthermore, this is the stanza where we clearly see Sexton brilliantly juxtapose housewife and witch. She talks of “fixing the suppers for the worms and elves” and “rearranging the disaligned” while filling the “house” with items. These tasks are traditional chores for a housewife; feeding the family, making sure the family is emotionally stable and content, and making the household comfortable and keeping it clean. Not only does Sexton compare witches to housewives but she also boldly states that she feels women are not inferior to men. One may notice that she fixes the dinner for the worms and elves; creatures that would be even more inferior to an already less important female. Sexton acknowledges the idea that away from suburbia and mainstream society, women are not substandard and can succeed in their quest for power. In finishing her thought she states that a “women like that is misunderstood”. A woman whose life is to simply feed, and dote on the household and its occupants does not fulfill her definition of what a woman truly is.  For these reasons and more, she feels that women are underestimated and like we see in the third stanza, a force to be reckoned with.&lt;br /&gt;            In the third stanza, the most powerful of the three, Sexton sets up a situation reminiscent of an execution of a witch during the witch trials. On the way, she is humiliated as she “waves her nude arms at villages going by” to her fated destiny. In the end, the message becomes apparent as Sexton becomes a martyr. She is a “survivor”, meaning that she has surpassed the humiliation and trouble of being an outcast and is “not ashamed to die” if it means “dying” for her fight for female power and recognition of their substance.&lt;br /&gt;            All in all, Anne Sexton shocks society with her ideas as they were radical for the time. Obviously, throughout the poem, she has “been her kind”. Misunderstood, unashamed to die and not quite a woman by society’s standards. In my eyes, Sexton’s poem has so much face value but when looked at deeper, we can all relate, male or female. Especially in our time, where women are no longer stranded with a leash and collar to the household, this poem is a reminder of the fight. All it takes is one person to stand up for what they know is right. Sexton did just that. She worked through the hard times of making her way in the world while being an outcast and truly proves that power is harnessed by each individual and is simply waiting for its possessor to take advantage of it.&lt;br /&gt;704&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2790306625349124259-1365980256640768889?l=alexandra-favier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexandra-favier.blogspot.com/feeds/1365980256640768889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2790306625349124259&amp;postID=1365980256640768889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790306625349124259/posts/default/1365980256640768889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790306625349124259/posts/default/1365980256640768889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexandra-favier.blogspot.com/2009/04/witchy-woman.html' title='Witchy Woman'/><author><name>Alexandra Favier's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13311356766954385171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2790306625349124259.post-5735393017169150672</id><published>2009-04-13T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:00:58.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo-lee-ta</title><content type='html'>For this assignment, I have chosen to read Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov. This novel surpasses any previous notions I had about the novel. Being incredibly naive, I thought the novel would be a journey as to how an older man could possibly fall in love with a minor. I have found this novel to be rather disturbing and I am only 100 pages into it.&lt;br /&gt;The fact that we know Humbert has committed a crime and proceeds to tell his story casts a shadow over every word I read. I anticipate and and am eager to learn of the whole story and explore the themes and motifs that the novel showcases.&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies, doubles, games and other ideas present themselves constantly and give depth to the novel and connect all the different "nymphets" together. The quest to find and understand Lolita is interesting with a glimmer of fear behind it all. I hope to find loopholes of ways to present Humbert as more than a pedophile because I think that behind this facade their is more to him as a person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2790306625349124259-5735393017169150672?l=alexandra-favier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexandra-favier.blogspot.com/feeds/5735393017169150672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2790306625349124259&amp;postID=5735393017169150672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790306625349124259/posts/default/5735393017169150672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790306625349124259/posts/default/5735393017169150672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexandra-favier.blogspot.com/2009/04/lo-lee-ta.html' title='Lo-lee-ta'/><author><name>Alexandra Favier's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13311356766954385171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2790306625349124259.post-6757760520922806418</id><published>2009-03-09T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T19:02:34.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;One of the most remarkable story lines within Miller’s play, &lt;u&gt;Death of a Salesman&lt;/u&gt;, is Linda’s transformation from passive to authoritative wife and mother. We see her blossom as a character as she learns to defend and support her husband without being a doormat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Within the first scene of the play, we see Willy and Linda argue over something as picayune as cheese. Willy harshly criticizes Linda for what she thought was a nice gesture. The problem gets worse when Linda takes Willy’s grief and proceeds to act in an apologetic manner. In other words, we lose respect for Linda as she subjects herself to Willy’s selfishness. As we witness Willy’s inner destruction, Linda’s character starts on its journey to improvement. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Throughout all of the banter between Willy, Biff and Happy, Linda becomes the sense of stability between them. She takes on a role of authority and is the mediator between father and son. In essence, she becomes the true, stable female figure of the household that is necessary to maintain order. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;By the end of the play, Linda is in the limelight. She showcases the new, strong, and powerful Linda. We see the improved character in the final scene between the entire family.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She puts Biff and Happy in their places as they ditched their father and hurt his feelings. This is evident when at the end of act two Linda yells, “Get out of here, both of you(Biff and Happy), and don’t come back! I don’t want you tormenting him anymore. Go on now, get your things together... Pick up your stuff. I’m not your maid anymore.”(1824) In this way, Linda portrays her authority over her grown children while simultaneously defending her husband. She has found a stable balance that could stabilize and unite her family. Linda has reached the end of her journey and achieved greatness in the reader’s eyes. She has become the women that we all wanted her to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Linda could be considered a hero as she battled hardship and overcame her “doormat” status. She has risen to dominator in the family and is able to be the motherly figure that determines their overall stability. Unfortunately we are left with the realization that she may have reached authority to late. Despite, the timing of Linda’s journey, as a character, she has developed into greatness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2790306625349124259-6757760520922806418?l=alexandra-favier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexandra-favier.blogspot.com/feeds/6757760520922806418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2790306625349124259&amp;postID=6757760520922806418' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790306625349124259/posts/default/6757760520922806418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790306625349124259/posts/default/6757760520922806418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexandra-favier.blogspot.com/2009/03/transformer.html' title='Transformer'/><author><name>Alexandra Favier's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13311356766954385171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2790306625349124259.post-8320231300560828167</id><published>2009-02-23T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T20:28:43.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing more than a Doll's House</title><content type='html'>When did I understand the title, &lt;em&gt;"A Doll's House"&lt;/em&gt;? Well that is simple. From the very beginning it was apparent that Torvald treats Nora like a little doll. She is put up in her house with her children, and maid and has a "peachy-keen" life or so it seems.&lt;br /&gt;Within the first couple of lines, Torvald refers to Nora as "my little skylark", "my little squirrel" and "my little singing bird"(1681-82) to name a few. Aside from the fact that this made me nauseous, it is evident that Torvald is the dominator in the household. Furthermore, he seems like a puppet master controlling her every move and talking to her like a baby. Plus, Nora dumbs herself down to the level of a doll with no brain which further adds to my nausea. Overall, this situation is similar to our perceptions of a true doll house. We do not completely know what happens from the outside but we do know that we can manipulate the people (dolls) inside. Torvald does just this. He can manipulate his wife to do and agree with whatever he wants. For this reason, the title is appropriate for the play and entering Act II we may discover even more reasons to critique the play and feel even more nauseous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2790306625349124259-8320231300560828167?l=alexandra-favier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexandra-favier.blogspot.com/feeds/8320231300560828167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2790306625349124259&amp;postID=8320231300560828167' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790306625349124259/posts/default/8320231300560828167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790306625349124259/posts/default/8320231300560828167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexandra-favier.blogspot.com/2009/02/nothing-more-than-dolls-house.html' title='Nothing more than a Doll&apos;s House'/><author><name>Alexandra Favier's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13311356766954385171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2790306625349124259.post-2533070866695038535</id><published>2009-02-08T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T14:25:29.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hamlet...The Boy Who Cried Wolf</title><content type='html'>Throughout the play of Hamlet, the reader is constantly questioning if Hamlet is truly mad or if there is an underlying scheme. Hamlet consistently showcases his moodiness and failure to deal with situations in an approriate manner. In Act III, scene IV, Hamlet reveals to his mother a secret that he has been hiding from the reader from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Act III, Hamlet is confronted by his father's apparition in front of his mother, Gertrude. Unable to see her dead husband's ghost, Gertrude rules Hamlet out as simply mad. In this case however, Hamlet is actually telling the truth and reveals that his previous acts of madness were fake and simply a show. For Gertrude, she doesn't know what to believe in that Hamlet has made her life Hell as she has worried about his sanity and overall well-being. Just like in the story of the boy who cried wolf, it is hard for Gertrude to believe her son. Now that Gertrude knows that her son has lied to her over a period of time, she questions if he is actually mad or if he is telling the truth. Being a good mother, Gertrude chooses to believe her son and keep a secret from Claudius as the apparition reminds Hamlet of his duty to avenge his (fathers) death. All in all, Hamlet is unreliable and if truly not mad, what is his underlying motive? Is it simply to avenge his father's death or is it something else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Act III, Scene IV, as a reader we start to not trust Hamlet just like his mother. We don't know what to believe considering the time we have spent analyzing Hamlet's madness. When we learn that he reveals his madness to be an act, our analysis no longer matters. What we do know is that the story of the boy who cried wolf is a legend that affects all of us. Hamlet learns his lesson in that people even those who are close to us will not believe things we say if we put on an act.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2790306625349124259-2533070866695038535?l=alexandra-favier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexandra-favier.blogspot.com/feeds/2533070866695038535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2790306625349124259&amp;postID=2533070866695038535' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790306625349124259/posts/default/2533070866695038535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790306625349124259/posts/default/2533070866695038535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexandra-favier.blogspot.com/2009/02/hamletthe-boy-who-cried-wolf.html' title='Hamlet...The Boy Who Cried Wolf'/><author><name>Alexandra Favier's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13311356766954385171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2790306625349124259.post-8469966736605573315</id><published>2009-01-25T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T18:03:48.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contradiction in Antigone</title><content type='html'>The most interesting part of the play, Antigone, is analyzing Antigone and the way she approaches the idea of family. She is so obsessed with burying her brother, for good reason I might add, yet she is willing to dismiss her sister as a traitor and lose her forever. It is evident throughout the first part of the play that Antigone tries to do right but in turn she contradicts her idea of family and goes against the kin she has left.&lt;br /&gt;Within the first few pages of the play, as a reader we learn that Antigone is adamant about family and in turn will do everything in her power to give her brother a proper burial. We honor Antigone in that she is willing to risk her life and face cruel consequences for her family. However, we see her ideas on kinship crumble right before our eyes. It is obvious that her intentions are good but when faced with opposition from her sister a family feud occurs. As Ismene and Antigone disagree on what is the “right” thing to do, they push each other further apart. Antigone simply sets her sister aside as a traitor and moves on with her plan to bury her brother at all costs. To most this would seem as a complete contradiction to Antigone’s character. She is so interested in being a good sister and doing what is right, yet she is so quick to write off her sister. Part of being a member of a family is listening to other opinions and ideas and trying to make things work. Antigone on the other hand, knows that there are no other options regarding her brother; therefore, she is unable to listen to her sister’s ideas and cautions. Although Antigone has strong thoughts on the topic of family, through her actions with Ismene, it is evident that she does not completely understand the complete idea of family. Furthermore, her sister is all she has left, so she should have been more receptive to her sister’s fears and tried to save their relationship.&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, Antigone allows the reader to take away some life lessons. Through her character, Antigone shows that having family values is important and all thoughts should be considered so that the family ties are everlasting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2790306625349124259-8469966736605573315?l=alexandra-favier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexandra-favier.blogspot.com/feeds/8469966736605573315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2790306625349124259&amp;postID=8469966736605573315' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790306625349124259/posts/default/8469966736605573315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790306625349124259/posts/default/8469966736605573315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexandra-favier.blogspot.com/2009/01/contradiction-in-antigone.html' title='Contradiction in Antigone'/><author><name>Alexandra Favier's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13311356766954385171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2790306625349124259.post-5186846587042981676</id><published>2009-01-11T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T19:01:47.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Truly Conquers All.....Even Death</title><content type='html'>Ronald Blythe stated, “[Love] could have rescued Ivan Ilyich from all the fright and despair which terorized him during the final two weeks had he allowed it to. . . Love masters death [only at the end].” I could not agree more with Blythe. In my opinion, "The Death of Ivan Illyich," is not only about the literal death of Ivan but also the death of Ivan's soul. It is evident that occupation, status, and love are the key components that make up his soul and slowly die throughout the novella. However, his fading love with his wife is a subject for investigation in that, the pressure of a failing and unhappy marriage could be responsible for the death of Ivan Ilyich.&lt;br /&gt;As the novel works from the end to the beginning, as a reader we see Ivan's life fail right before our eyes. It seems as though his wife no longer cares for his well-being. She is incredibly self-centered and is more worried with sucking more money out of the government instead of playing the role of grieving wife. She talks more about how Ivan's cries of pain and suffering bothered her to such an extent that she could not support or care for her husband. One could assume that her love and support for Ivan could have saved him. Even though Ivan became consumed with wealth and status, Praskovya's failure to love him is ultimately the last factor which kills his soul and eventually his persona. In this way, as we piece the puzzle to the mystery of Ivan's death, we realize that Praskovya had much influence in the matter. Whether simply speculation, her love could have conquered all, even death.&lt;br /&gt;In this way, "The Death of Ivan Ilyich," is the curious quest to prove the power of love. We see how even when an occupation, status, or wealth is on the path to failure, love has the potential to fix emotional distress and suffering. For these reasons and many more, Tolstoy's story is a backward interpretation of the true power of love and how the quality of life can be forever changed by its extraordinary strength.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2790306625349124259-5186846587042981676?l=alexandra-favier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexandra-favier.blogspot.com/feeds/5186846587042981676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2790306625349124259&amp;postID=5186846587042981676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790306625349124259/posts/default/5186846587042981676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790306625349124259/posts/default/5186846587042981676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexandra-favier.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-truly-conquers-alleven-death.html' title='Love Truly Conquers All.....Even Death'/><author><name>Alexandra Favier's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13311356766954385171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2790306625349124259.post-1272084845830761798</id><published>2008-12-07T13:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T14:48:01.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comparison between "Heart of Darkness" and "Waiting for the Barbarians"</title><content type='html'>Aside from the similar subject matter, "Heart of Darkness" and "Waiting for the Barbarians" have a strong connection between their characters and the roles these characters play. These connections between the two novels are evident throught the work of Douglas Kerr's, "Three Ways of Going Wrong." Kerr points out many parallels between the two works although many of these connections are based between the Magistrate and Marlow and Kurtz and Colonel Joll. In my eyes, one of the strongest connections is between Kurtz and Colonel Joll. Both are men of power and authority, who make decisions that torture and ruin the lives of many innocent people. Both men are challenged by an inferior authority (the Magistrate and Marlow) which helps reveal the depth of the men's torture rituals. Also, both of the men have a relationship with a woman who become central figures and a topic of discussion throughout the novel. It seems as though Kurtz and Colonel Joll are very similar regarding their tactics and ways of life. They are also similar in their approach to the barbarians. They both view it as a business deal. The innocence of the barbarians has no significance to either of them in that the barbarians are no longer evident as humans. They are disposed of in the most grotesque of ways and without a care in the world. All this is due to the fact that it is all business. All in all, both come off to the reader with a feeling of disgust. Furthermore, the Magistrate and Marlow also help connect Colonel Joll and Kurtz. Both the Magistrate and Marlow are forever changed by the actions of their individual superior figure. One could say that a strange, forced bond has been formed between the respective characters, in that both Marlow and the Magistrate have to deal with their superior figure even though they are opposed to their actions. Just like Marlow, the Magistrate becomes haunted by the cruelty inflicted on the barbarians by the Colonel and Kurtz. Lucklily, Marlow and the Magistrate stand up for what they believe is right and try to change the cruelty toward the barbarians. "Waiting for the Barbarians" and "Heart of Darkness" are two very similar novels in that the reader cares for the figures who stand up for the innocent and hate the men who inflict the torture. In this way, the two novels are interestingly connected but have their own respective individualities that make both novels interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2790306625349124259-1272084845830761798?l=alexandra-favier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexandra-favier.blogspot.com/feeds/1272084845830761798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2790306625349124259&amp;postID=1272084845830761798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790306625349124259/posts/default/1272084845830761798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790306625349124259/posts/default/1272084845830761798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexandra-favier.blogspot.com/2008/12/comparison-between-heart-of-darkness.html' title='Comparison between &quot;Heart of Darkness&quot; and &quot;Waiting for the Barbarians&quot;'/><author><name>Alexandra Favier's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13311356766954385171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2790306625349124259.post-7390649127908930876</id><published>2008-11-23T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T16:50:24.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Thoughts on "Waiting for the Barbarians"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The novel, "Waiting for the Barbarians" by Coetze, is actually a pleasant surprise for me. I was not such a fan of "The Heart of Darkness" by Conrad so I immediately thought that I would not enjoy the novel by Coetze. Interestingly enough, aside from the main journey of the characters, we also see the development and habits of the main character, the Magistrate. For me, looking at character's development is very interesting in that I feel one is able to develop a stronger connection to that character. This novel is not just a quest for barbarians, but a love story. We see the Magistrate realize qualities of his character that deal with how he treats women. He seems to come to understand that the woman is not just a blind prisoner, but a woman that he may have feelings for. In this way, I am interested to see how this relationship continues throughout the rest of the novel. After reading part three, I am hoping that in some way she will return to him. I am also excited to learn about the army's quest to find the barbarians, as I was not expecting this to greet the skeletal soldiers as they made their way back home. I am also enjoying finding some of the symbolism that is not concretely evident. I love how I have to search for the symbolism as it hides between the pages. Our discussion in class about the glasses revealed this to me in that I established a connection between the Colonel's glasses and the eyes of the women. Without this discussion I probably would not have discovered this in that it is not blatantly evident. Overall, this novel is much more interesting than I would have ever thought it would be and I am so excited and enticed to keep reading on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2790306625349124259-7390649127908930876?l=alexandra-favier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexandra-favier.blogspot.com/feeds/7390649127908930876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2790306625349124259&amp;postID=7390649127908930876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790306625349124259/posts/default/7390649127908930876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790306625349124259/posts/default/7390649127908930876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexandra-favier.blogspot.com/2008/11/starting-thoughts-on-waiting-for.html' title='Starting Thoughts on &quot;Waiting for the Barbarians&quot;'/><author><name>Alexandra Favier's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13311356766954385171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2790306625349124259.post-8028178175456361068</id><published>2008-11-17T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T16:35:17.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on Andrew Micheal Roberts's "Masculinity, Modernity, and Homosexual Desire"</title><content type='html'>Focus is mostly on Homosexuality and the budding relationship between Marlow and Kurtz&lt;br /&gt;1.) States that the novel is based upon gaining and passing on knowledge about relationships between men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) An article by Straus was incredibly interesting, so the following points are based off of this article.&lt;br /&gt;a.) Feels that women are used to distort men's passionate love for one another.&lt;br /&gt;b.) Feels that Marlow puts his love on "the Intended" to conceal himself from the complexity of love "a love that strikes him with horror" for Kurtz,&lt;br /&gt;c.) Relationship between Marlow and Kurtz involves competitiveness, desire, bonding, and sharing power. Feels that this notion sets up powerful barriers between sexual and male relationships.&lt;br /&gt;d.) States that the women within the novel are solely utilized to distract and are objects of desire.&lt;br /&gt;e.) The knowledge that Marlow and Kurtz share has sexual overtones. She feels that because Kurtz is a "very remarkable man", a man who will go "far, very far", a "prodigy", "a special being" and a "emissary of pity, and science, and progress, and God knows what else," that there is a sexual relationship between the two.&lt;br /&gt;f.) "Marlow's own feelings for Kurtz (tinged are they with idol-worship) are themselves the horror. It is in sexual terms, as well as in terms of imperialist exploitation, that the darkness which Marlow imagines he finds in Africa is reflected back into the heart of the culture inhabited by Marlow and his respectable male listeners."&lt;br /&gt;-Conrad, Joseph, &lt;u&gt;The Heart of Darkness,&lt;/u&gt; New York: Armstrong, 2006. 460.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Homosexual desire is prevalent in that the story is told by one man to a group of men who is feels he has a close bond. "His story concerns his growing fascination, disgust, and identification for another man, centred on his realization that this man has been involved in taboo practices about which the story-teller will not be specific."pg.460&lt;br /&gt;"Enduring intimacy with the other man, despite his death, an intimacy involving the sharing of a disgraceful yet exciting knowledge from which the dead man's finacee must be protected."460&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2790306625349124259-8028178175456361068?l=alexandra-favier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexandra-favier.blogspot.com/feeds/8028178175456361068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2790306625349124259&amp;postID=8028178175456361068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790306625349124259/posts/default/8028178175456361068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790306625349124259/posts/default/8028178175456361068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexandra-favier.blogspot.com/2008/11/thoughts-on-andrew-micheal-robertss.html' title='Thoughts on Andrew Micheal Roberts&apos;s &quot;Masculinity, Modernity, and Homosexual Desire&quot;'/><author><name>Alexandra Favier's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13311356766954385171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2790306625349124259.post-3697409039211762775</id><published>2008-11-05T19:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T20:07:30.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closure to "The Sound and the Fury"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The ending of the novel really made me realize how much I am in love with  Benjy's character. Whenever he is mentioned, my heart just aches for him. He is so special regardless of the troubles and annoyances he may bring to the Compson family. Within the last few pages of the novel, Faulkner mentions Benjy's graveyard and the carriage ride which showed off his character very well. He pertains to a certain type of order and no matter how annoying it may get, it makes his character that much more adorable and lovable. Furthermore, unlike the other characters, he is one of the few who never changes. He is always the same Benjy who cries and moans when he hears "Caddie", who cries when something is taken away from him, and who waits for Caddy by the gate. He does have a daily schedule and imposes order in his life; however, this makes him sparkle among the Compson family. I felt that from the beginning of the novel to the end, Benjy remains constant although the novel comes full circle. Most of the original family may be gone, but ironically Benjy will carry on the Compson family name. As a reader, I felt assured that if Benjy could survive the many threats from Jason to be sent to Jackson, than he can survive anything. As the novel came to a close, I was very happy with the closure I received as a reader. I was able to put down the book knowing that Benjy was okay and that he was in the hands of Dilsey who truly loves him. His order was put back into place and, "his eyes were blue and serene again"(321).   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;Faulkner, William. &lt;u&gt;The Sound and the Fury&lt;/u&gt;. Vintage: New York, 1990.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2790306625349124259-3697409039211762775?l=alexandra-favier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexandra-favier.blogspot.com/feeds/3697409039211762775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2790306625349124259&amp;postID=3697409039211762775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790306625349124259/posts/default/3697409039211762775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790306625349124259/posts/default/3697409039211762775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexandra-favier.blogspot.com/2008/11/closure-to-sound-and-fury.html' title='Closure to &quot;The Sound and the Fury&quot;'/><author><name>Alexandra Favier's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13311356766954385171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2790306625349124259.post-4406505844693540734</id><published>2008-10-26T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T16:20:27.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Benjy "Canine" Compson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;text-indent:.5in; line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Benjy “Canine” Compson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Interestingly enough, I was able to find an article that matched an interpretation I had of the character, Benjy. Upon reading Faulkner’s, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The Sound and the Fury,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; I noticed that although Benjy was 33 years old, he was still treated as a child and at times like a dog. His moans and crying out perfectly matched the behavior of a dog when they want attention, food, or need to go outside. Benjy shares a lot of these same ideals in that he moans when he wants attention or hears his “masters” name Caddy. Through the article of Jacqui Griffiths titled, “Almost Human: Indeterminate Children and Dogs in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Flush &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; The Sound and the Fury”, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;my interpretation of Benjy’s treatment as seemingly canine was strengthened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 200%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Griffith’s article makes some shocking associations; however, many of her points are valid and in conjunction with my thoughts on Benjy and his mannerisms. The first section of the novel is narrated by Benjy and spends a lot of time talking of Benjy’s daily routine at the fence. Even after Caddy leaves home, Benjy still waits for her as he paces back and forth from one side of the fence to the other. Griffith states, “Benjy describes how the frightened but intrigued girls hurry past the house as he follows them along the fence, ‘trying to say’. The fence confines Benjy…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="mso-footnote-id:ftn1" href="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/HP_Administrator/My%20Documents/SCHOOL/AP%20English%20IV/Benjy%20as%20a%20dog.doc#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1" title=""&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character:footnote"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;[1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; It is evident from this passage that Benjy is similar to a dog in that he waits at the fence for his “master” and follows this type of plan everyday. However, Griffith does make some strange remarks like the fact that she feels, “Benjy is physically and figuratively castrated.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="mso-footnote-id:ftn2" href="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/HP_Administrator/My%20Documents/SCHOOL/AP%20English%20IV/Benjy%20as%20a%20dog.doc#_ftn2" name="_ftnref2" title=""&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character:footnote"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;[2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Although this proves her thought that Benjy is a “hybridized representation of dog and child”, I didn’t feel that there was evidence to prove he had been “castrated” in the first place. While he is treated like a child and moans and cries out like a dog, he is still a male human. Furthermore, he may be confined from society and lives in a true “bubble”, he is simply over parented. The Compson’s do not want to release him into the world because they are too afraid of what others will think and in turn, their status may be comprised. All in all, I agree with Griffith’s association of Benjy as similar to a dog; however, I feel his mannerisms are similar to a canine, not his physical attributes or anything else. In this way, I feel Griffith took this theme too far and misunderstood Benjy as a character and what he represents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:115%;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="mso-element:footnote-list"&gt;   &lt;hr align="left" size="1" width="33%"&gt;    &lt;div style="mso-element:footnote" id="ftn1"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;a style="mso-footnote-id: ftn1" href="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/HP_Administrator/My%20Documents/SCHOOL/AP%20English%20IV/Benjy%20as%20a%20dog.doc#_ftnref1" name="_ftn1" title=""&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character:footnote"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;[1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; “Almost Human: Indeterminate Children and Dogs in &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Flush&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;The Sound and the Fury,&lt;/i&gt;” &lt;u&gt;JSTOR, &lt;/u&gt;ed. Jacqui Griffiths, 2002 &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="Lucida Grande&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;http://www.jstor.org/action&gt; 170.&lt;/http://www.jstor.org/action&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="mso-element:footnote" id="ftn2"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;a style="mso-footnote-id: ftn2" href="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/HP_Administrator/My%20Documents/SCHOOL/AP%20English%20IV/Benjy%20as%20a%20dog.doc#_ftnref2" name="_ftn2" title=""&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character:footnote"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;[2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; “Almost Human: Indeterminate Children and Dogs in &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Flush&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;The Sound and the Fury,&lt;/i&gt;” &lt;u&gt;JSTOR, &lt;/u&gt;ed. Jacqui Griffiths, 2002 &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="Lucida Grande&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;http://www.jstor.org/action&gt; 170.&lt;/http://www.jstor.org/action&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2790306625349124259-4406505844693540734?l=alexandra-favier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexandra-favier.blogspot.com/feeds/4406505844693540734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2790306625349124259&amp;postID=4406505844693540734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790306625349124259/posts/default/4406505844693540734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790306625349124259/posts/default/4406505844693540734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexandra-favier.blogspot.com/2008/10/benjy-canine-compson.html' title='Benjy &quot;Canine&quot; Compson'/><author><name>Alexandra Favier's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13311356766954385171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2790306625349124259.post-8470661636598264691</id><published>2008-09-24T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T23:13:49.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Norma Jean and Leroy Moffitt: The Long Gone Couple</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Change in one’s life is the ultimate predecessor to unhappiness and in Mason’s “Shiloh” the categorical grouping of people into subdivisions. The reader clearly sees the two main figures start fresh; but sadly, in different subdivisions. Further, through history these subdivisions are formed and from previous groupings one is shunned. This is the case for the couple Leroy and Norma Jean. Once a seemingly “happy” family, tragedy tore them apart and thus inspired change. From this change, the reader is a witness to the ultimate separation of the couple through each individual’s evolution into new subdivisions. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;From the beginning of the story, the reader notices the lifestyle change of both Norma Jean and Leroy. Norma Jean is incredibly concerned with body-building and thus seems to spend most of her time, “working on her pectorals.”(1) Even in serious conversation about the possibility of an affair, she seems to be more concerned about her biceps. Further, Norma Jean stops playing the organ, makes unusual foods, and is very interested in composition, all things that drive her, “miles away” (94) from Leroy. However, Norma Jean’s change is matched by Leroy’s disregard for anything but crafts and his hope of constructing a log cabin. Instead of finding a job and preserving a semblance of a marriage, Leroy spends his time bothering Norma Jean while she, “prefers a man who wanders” (144). The beginnings of their new classifications are rooted in the character’s metamorphosis within the first few pages of the story. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Although Leroy feels that, “they are waking up out of a dream together” (9), it is evident that their dream is only continuing on its winding and never-meeting path. Due to Norma Jean’s evident change, Leroy realizes that he no longer knows Norma Jean very well. Furthermore, as he realizes his estrangement from his wife he feels, “like a criminal rehearsing for a robbery” (55), as he begins to venture into her newly formed subdivision. In an effort to become reacquainted, Leroy takes Mabel’s suggestion and takes Norma Jean to Shiloh. Their “vacation” to Shiloh clearly conveys the different subdivisions that they are living in and how life together will no longer work.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Just like the battles that once happened at Shiloh to achieve a new sense of freedom, the battle between Leroy and Norma Jean’s subdivisions does somewhat of the same. Sitting in the cemetery, “a green slope dotted with white markers, which looks like a subdivision” (151), the climax of the story takes place. The final separation of each character into their correct subdivision is clearly portrayed as Norma Jean runs to the river and turns toward Leroy who is unable to keep up with her. In essence, Leroy is restricted by his newly found boundary as the white markers of the green slope of his subdivision keep him contained. As Leroy meditates on the, &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“inner workings of his marriage and how they have escaped him” (155), Norma Jean is free and comfortable in her new grouping as she is doing what she loves; working on her chest muscles. At this point, it is apparent that both characters are suited to the subdivisions that they were destined to find from the beginning of the story.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;As Mason’s story comes full circle, Leroy finally comes to comprehend that the log cabin he once imagined building was, “the dumbest idea he could have had” (155). Unfortunately, this realization came too late as Norma Jean had already passed over into her new sector. This recognition could have been the glue to hold their marriage together; however, ultimately, the destiny of both characters did not allow for their union. Plus, “the answers are always changing” (29), and a little change is what they both needed to realize that their subdivisions no longer coincided. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Discussion Questions:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;text-indent:-.25in;line-height:200%; mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;1.)&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Do you think there is an underlying reason for Norma Jean’s obsession with body-building?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;text-indent:-.25in;line-height:200%; mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;2.)&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Do you think the lose of their son ultimately led to their separation? If not, then what?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;text-indent:-.25in;line-height:200%; mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;3.)&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Why do you think Leroy never gets a new job? (Especially since Norma Jean makes it clear that she would rather have him out of the house for awhile.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.5in;text-indent:-.25in;line-height:200%; mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;4.)&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Do you think this story has anything to do with the American Dream?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:1.0in;text-indent:-.25in;line-height: 200%;mso-list:l0 level2 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:200%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;a.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Do you see Norma Jean/ the story itself as being a figure of feminism?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2790306625349124259-8470661636598264691?l=alexandra-favier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexandra-favier.blogspot.com/feeds/8470661636598264691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2790306625349124259&amp;postID=8470661636598264691' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790306625349124259/posts/default/8470661636598264691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790306625349124259/posts/default/8470661636598264691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexandra-favier.blogspot.com/2008/09/norma-jean-and-leroy-moffitt-long-gone.html' title='Norma Jean and Leroy Moffitt: The Long Gone Couple'/><author><name>Alexandra Favier's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13311356766954385171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2790306625349124259.post-7537765579981359062</id><published>2008-09-22T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:43:19.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections on our Everyday Blindness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:200%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;        &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Raymond Carver’s “Cathedral”, portrays the common perception one may feel when meeting a handicapped person. Carver clearly points out that on first meeting a handicapped person, one may degrade that being to be almost “subhuman.” While this perception is very wrong, most do not know how to handle these types of situations, as we are not encountered with them everyday. Despite my harsh critique of the husband, I can easily relate to this story after working at S.T.A.R.S this summer. S.T.A.R.S. is a learning home for people who cannot easily take care of themselves due to car accidents, blindness, and other tragedies that have been placed upon them. This summer I came to be very good friends with a woman there who was blind. I went through the same journey with her as the husband did with Robert in the story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:200%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Upon meeting Carver’s character, the husband, I was completely horrified by his attitude toward a man who has in fact had a harder life considering his blindness. My anger is completely summed up as the husband admits how, “his being blind bothered me…a blind man in my house was not something I looked forward to.”(1) However, as the story progresses, the reader is confronted with a new persona that one may credit to Robert. In comparison with my journey this summer I can admit, that at first, I was incredibly nervous. I wanted to make sure I did not talk to this woman as if she were inferior to me; thus, I wanted her to feel that I respected her. Moreover, I did not want to make comments that involved seeing something. In Carver’s story, I was inflamed as the husband rudely asks Robert, “What side of the train did you sit on?”(25) This was something I made sure I did not do. However, in retrospect, I feel that if I had made the mistake of saying something like this, that maybe I would have bonded more quickly with the woman. Maybe that would have broken the ice and she would not have sensed my constant nervousness when I was around her. As Carver’s story points out, Robert did not seem to be offended and he knew which side he sat on. Furthermore, in the end, we see that Robert and the husband do bond and the husband more clearly understands what being blind really entails. However, the bigger blessing is that through Robert, he realizes his own blindness and how oblivious he is to things as simple as a cathedral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height:200%;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The true climax of Carver’s short story appears as Robert asks the husband to describe a cathedral to him. The husband has a somewhat difficult time describing a rather simple object. This proves that even though we are given the privilege of sight to see the simple things, we take it for granted. Like the husband, how many of us could accurately describe a cathedral to someone who cannot see it. What we don’t realize is that there are people who wish they could see the simple things in life and would not take it for granted. After I got over my hatred for the husband, I came to realize how this short story pertains to reality. So many of us continue to cruise through life not realizing the beautiful cathedral, tree, path, bench, ant, and other things we deem miniscule. What is the point of life if we don’t notice these things and realize their true beauty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Plus, if we are given the gift to see, we need to use it, or else there is no reason to see at all. (604)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2790306625349124259-7537765579981359062?l=alexandra-favier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexandra-favier.blogspot.com/feeds/7537765579981359062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2790306625349124259&amp;postID=7537765579981359062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790306625349124259/posts/default/7537765579981359062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790306625349124259/posts/default/7537765579981359062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexandra-favier.blogspot.com/2008/09/reflections-on-our-everyday-blindness.html' title='Reflections on our Everyday Blindness'/><author><name>Alexandra Favier's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13311356766954385171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2790306625349124259.post-3525045491127905069</id><published>2008-09-15T13:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T14:04:51.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections on Alice Walker's Everyday Use</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The short story &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everyday Use&lt;/span&gt; struck a nerve when I read it, which led me to come up with some harsh criticisms of the characters, especially Dee. This short story surrounds the underlying message that one's heritage helps define who they are as a person and thus, one should not be ashamed of their origin. However, as the story unfolds, the reader is hit smack in the face with Dee's shame and mocking of the heritage that keeps her mother and sister Maggie going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;From the beginning of the story to the end, the reader witnesses Dee's selfishness and lack of concern and feeling for her family and their situation. The reader can clearly see that this family does not live the "best life" but they manage with the few things they do have. However, this is not good enough for Dee as her mom says, "Dee wanted nice things"(12). From this point forward the reader feels the lack of respect Dee has for her mother and her sister Maggie. In the mother's case, we hear of a dream where she and Dee were on a television show. In her dream, the mother hopes that Dee "would embrace her with tears in her eyes"(4). However, Dee's mother knows that this only happens because on television she looks the way Dee would want her to look. Instead of appreciating the mother she has, who works all day long  to provide for Dee and Maggie, Dee treats her with total disrespect. As the story progresses, only more examples are conveyed to show Dee's embarrassment of her family. Toward the end of the story, Dee finally leaves to go to school, but when she comes back we see Dee's true colors that make the reader even more upset than before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Dee comes back a new person with a new identity and persona. She is now Wangero Leewanika Kemanjo and is attended by Asalamalakin. Aside from physically looking different, Wangero has the audacity to exclaim that she, "couldn't bear it any longer to be named after the people who oppress her"(25). This is one of the first clues the reader gets that reveals her disrespect for her heritage. She wants to lose her identity, which will only erase the history of the African American peoples. She wants to forget their battle to be somewhat accepted. After, she continues to basically steal the few prized possessions her mother and sister have. She has no idea what it took to make the butter churn or the quilts but she feels she deserves them. The reader seems more vividly than ever before in the story, Dee's selfishness as she is taking from her own family who has nothing. After taking all these things, the reader notices Dee's appearance, as she is wearing her hair in an afro. She does not even deserve to wear her hair like this as she is no longer African. She lost that identity when she decided not to share a name with her own kin; people who had suffered to be accepted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;At the end of the story, the reader feels no respect for Dee and realizes how important it is to be proud of one's heritage, as it makes one who they truly are. It is special to have traditions and cultures that differ from the majority of people. The moral of this story is to use Dee as an example of what one should never strive to be. Accepting the hardships and cultures of one's heritage makes them stronger and ultimately helps define one's identity. Until one can accept these things, they are not being true to who they really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2790306625349124259-3525045491127905069?l=alexandra-favier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexandra-favier.blogspot.com/feeds/3525045491127905069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2790306625349124259&amp;postID=3525045491127905069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790306625349124259/posts/default/3525045491127905069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790306625349124259/posts/default/3525045491127905069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexandra-favier.blogspot.com/2008/09/reflections-on-alice-walker.html' title='Reflections on Alice Walker&apos;s Everyday Use'/><author><name>Alexandra Favier's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13311356766954385171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2790306625349124259.post-7841420851953140075</id><published>2008-08-26T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:55:30.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Reading: The Kite Runner</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;This summer I read: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; by Mark Haddon, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;The Lovely Bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; by Alice Sebold, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Chasing Harry Winston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; by Lauren Weisberger, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;The Kite Runner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; by Khaled Hosseini. I would have to say, that without any exaggeration, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;The Kite Runner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; was both the most mind-blowing reading experience and the most emotionally taxing novel I have read thus far. I have never been overcome with both sadness and happiness in one sitting until I read Hosseini’s powerful novel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Not only did I grow emotionally, but I also learned about a distant culture which kept me in a trance for three days-all it took me to read this novel. Further, in present times with a war in Iraq now and an Afghani war previously, this novel became more realistic and harder to read, in that many times, I wanted to stop and hide from what is presently a threatening and inevitable truth. As the novel is set in Afghanistan predominantly, the novel walks the reader through a war that ultimately ruins the lives of its inhabitants and creates heart-wrenching situations that are hard for the eyes to read. However, I made it through and ended up having a different perspective on our position now and about life itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;As many suspect, the Middle Eastern family is one of the dearest gifts that life has to offer. In many cases, this is accurate; but Hosseini helps break down a misconception by introducing the family of Baba, Hassan, Ali, and the narrator, Amir. First off, it is thought to many that male children are put first and are treasured by a Middle Eastern family. However, in this novel, the father Baba is resentful and does not particularly care for Amir, his son. Instead, Baba is more affectionate to Hassan, the hare lipped “son” of Ali, the servant. Not only does Hosseini present the reader with an idea contrary to modern perceptions but he also goes on to reveal that Baba had an affair with another woman and in effect, Ali is actually Baba’s son. Overall, Hosseini helps subdue the American misconception that Middle Eastern people are so innocent and pure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I particularly liked what Hosseini did in that it made the novel more relatable and took Middle Eastern people and their beliefs out of the limelight and created a more level relationship to people of other origins. Not only was I impressed with the authors ability to reveal the truth of what one would think a traditional family, but his ideas on life lessons also pulled me in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Most likely the most reoccurring theme in this novel is the idea of guilt and what it is truly like to live with the demon. The author colorfully reveals the pain and suffering that Amir experiences, in a way that makes the reader feel as they had committed the same mistake as Amir. In the beginning of the novel, Hosseini introduces a few characters who make up the bullies in Hassan and Amir’s world. One day, these characters brutally beat Hassan while Amir is looking on from afar. Instead of helping Hassan, who is like his brother, he returns home and does not say anything to his father or anyone else. Throughout the rest of the novel, every action that Amir must do or think seriously about relates back to Hassan and the guilt he feels for allowing him to be violated. For example, once Amir moves to San Francisco and establishes a new life he learns from a close family friend that he should go back to Kabul, Afghanistan to help Sohrab, Hassan’s son. At the time that this is occurring, Afghanistan is in the middle a war, so Amir travelling there was most definitely a risk to his safety. Despite the fact that his wife, Soraya, is against it, Amir cannot handle the guilt he feels and so he must travel into the most war-ridden area of the Middle East of the time. This is not the only example of Amir making decisions based on his shame, but it makes one’s heart ache when reading the particular passage. Furthermore, I came to realize that I should not take life for granted and rather, should make decisions that will keep those both close and far from me safe. This way I will never have to deal with guilt, as I have learned from Hosseini that it consumes you and essentially has dominance over you for eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;After reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;The Kite Runner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;, I have come to realize the power a novel has to change one’s thoughts on life and worldly situations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Furthermore, I recognize how much I take the privilege of living in America for granted as Amir and eventually Sohrab taught me that freedom is not granted to everyone and so, we must use our freedom rationally and with purpose. In closing, the relaxed atmosphere that America offers is represented when at the end of the novel, Amir hands Sohrab the kite string and for the first time the young boy smiles. However miniscule a smile may seem, a life with protection and support in America can change people; something, I take for granted everyday. America became an oasis for Amir and Sohrab and the young boy’s smile proves the power our country has to put people from elsewhere at ease as “when spring comes, it melts the snow one flake at a time, and maybe Sohrab’s smile was the first flake melting.” (915)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2790306625349124259-7841420851953140075?l=alexandra-favier.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexandra-favier.blogspot.com/feeds/7841420851953140075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2790306625349124259&amp;postID=7841420851953140075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790306625349124259/posts/default/7841420851953140075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2790306625349124259/posts/default/7841420851953140075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexandra-favier.blogspot.com/2008/08/summer-reading-kite-runner.html' title='Summer Reading: The Kite Runner'/><author><name>Alexandra Favier's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13311356766954385171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
