Thursday, October 29, 2009

Elements of Fiction





































I chose the point of view element of fiction for the story, “A Rose for Emily.” The narrator was a nonparticipant type. I believed the narrator to be a community member, possibly someone as old as Emily. I say this because this person knew of Emily from young adulthood through her death.









In my photographs, I chose a picture of Susan B. Anthony. I felt this woman looked like Emily. Emily was elderly with graying hair and steely eyes. This story was at the turn of the 19th 20th century. I believed Emily to be of wealth and upper class. Emily believed all along that she did not have to pay taxes, which gave me the impression that she felt she was better than other people in the community. Below you will find a younger and older version of Susan B. Anthony who I believe to resemble the character of Emily.








When the story mentioned the home of Emily I did some research on the internet for houses built in the late 1800’s in the south. I first thought of a plantation style home, which is below.
I then did some driving around Lewiston and found a home that I thought would resemble the one Emily lived it. It seemed to me that the house was not kept up as Emily aged. I didn’t get the impression that Homer did as much home repairs as he did running errands for Emily.
















Below is a photograph of a home in Lewiston that characterized the home of Emily.








I chose the Setting element for the “Cathedral” story. I felt this story was set around the 1970’s. It had that peace and love theme to it. The husband and wife are casual in their drink and illicit drug activity that it felt like the era of this story would not be in 2009. I think this story was about a man overcoming his inability to understand a disabled person. He openly admits that he has never met a blind man. I think the husband was jealous of the relationship between his wife and the blind man until he got to know him.








If I were the scene director for a screen play of this story I would have set the living room up with a console television and 1970 style furniture. Below are a few pictures of what I felt the scene resembled.








I chose the Tone and Style element for the “A Clean, Well-Lighted Place.” I felt the tone was sympathetic in nature. It was narrated from the attitude of the older waiter and the deaf man. Heminway’s style was more minimalist and diction. There was not a lot of imagery in this story, mainly factual.








This story reminded me of the Cheer’s sitcom. Not necessarily the drama of the characters in the sitcom, but rather the bar. It was always clean and bright. Sometimes there were a lot of customers and sometimes there was only one.








I chose the Character element for “Miss Brill.” I found Ms. Brill to be a people watcher. She was also a loner. Ms. Brill went to the park every Sunday to observe and to feel less lonely. The story even mentions that Ms. Brill read to older gentlemen, whom she wouldn’t have known if he was dead or alive while she was reading to him. This tells me that she did things routinely, such as reading to the elderly man and attending the park every Sunday. I took photographs of some elements in the story that were key to the story line. Below is a park bench.

This bench is centrally located to a street. A bench is park would quite work in this story. The bench needed to be located near a street where Ms. Brill could watch a parade, which would on a street.








Here is a view from the bench to a main road that Ms. Brill could observe the parades or people passing by.








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Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Torn - Original version

She sat in the small plain visiting room like she had done every Sunday for the past year, waiting and wondering if she would be able to see her son this week. It was his birthday today and she wasn’t going to miss another one. As she sat there staring at the clock on the wall and watching moms and dads come and go behind the locked door she wondered if he had done something wrong again blowing her chance of seeing him. Anxiously waiting for her visit, she receives a phone call phone from her daughter who just got in a fight with her boyfriend begging her to come get her. The door opens and the guard walks out and says, “Mrs. Jones, come this way.”

Cheryl Currin