The story of The grapes of wrath dialectic was complicated to understand, but after you get over that it was a pretty east read. THe book alternates chapters between how the society in the west was affected politically and about a family whom has to move because of these affects. Tom is sent home after gettin paroll. He later revisits his old house and realize that everyone is gone, his past preacheer tells him that they have left. (John Stinebeck also makes a great deal of importance with detail, he dedicates almost half of the book to a turtle and describing it being almost ran over). The book shows how wrong the farmers are being treated, the are forced to move, with their family with no where to go. It makes the farmer tum on each other, they have gotten jobs to evice each other and soon the place is left deserted. The book then takes Tom and the preacher on a journey to find the Joads family. Most of what was written from this point was jus description and examples and seems like pointless things in the book. For example his when the grandfather is first introduced there is a whole page about him not being able to button his shirt right, i do not see the reason for this unless there is somethign missing from my point of view. Thr turtle seems to symbolize somthing later, but right now its seems as if he describes many things in great detail none it it is goin to really going to be understood, because there are goin to be too many symbolize.
another thing taht caught my attention how every thought he broke out of jail. why would they think this? what were ther circumstances that he killed the man? the story still has many open questions at this point.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Chronicles Of a death Foretold Final project!
She held her baby tightly to her body. Her family kept eating the roast beef lather in barbeque sauce, it smelled the whole house with the greatest smell we could ever imagine. Her baby’s’ umbilical cord was still in her mouth. The blood still stream from her vagina dripping onto the white carpet under the table. She held her crying baby looking at her parents whom kept eating their delicious roast beef, but gave no reaction to that their twelve year old daughter having a baby.
“Put that bastard child down” her mother screams at her.
She drops the child while it was still screaming its lungs out. Its head hits the floor first, followed by a loud thud of its body.
“Karissa!!! Open the god dam door!”
“Its open” she replied in a sweet innocent voice.
It was him that dreadful man whose baby it was, the man Karissa dreadfully despised. His blue eyes blond hair and well shaped twentyone year old body hid his ugly personality. It had fooled Karissa the first nine months when she lost her virginity to him on his king size bed.
She thought her parents did her a favor. They were paid twenty grand to have their beautiful, well slimmed, luscious black hair, tender, sweet girl become his sex slave.
“Karissa shut that stupid baby up!”
She obeyed her mother and stepped on the on the baby’s face. The fragile skull of the baby cracks open, the brain gushes out of the young tender baby head as the blood seems to have stopped. And the screams quickly died. Under her foot was her own baby’s head she felt the brain ooze through her toes, as the fagil bones seems to be like random chuncks glass mixed with it. she thought of jello as she tried to smiled as her master came in.
“Bitch where you’ve been this morning? Get your ass into my room I’m going to deal with you when I get up there!”
She runs to the shack in the back yard tears in her eyes with the brains between her feet as she gets into the house she smiles. Her life has turned into a nightmare that she can never wake up from, the lust and love mixture that she once had for this loving man , she dream of when she was nine has now taken her virginity, killed her child, and was about to kill her.
She remembered the look in his eyes as she puts on her sexy mini skirt and tight shirt that made her breast look big. She was glad however as she had no stretch marks on her belly that seems to so drastically that it would turn him off.
Her lovely body dressed as she laid on bed hoping to save her pathetic excuse of a life. As he comes in she can see he was instantly erect. She closed her eyes as he kissed her and let him have his way with her. When he finished she opened her eyes to see her parents standing in the door smiling as the knife came from his muscular hands slicing her throat. Blood splashed on her parents faced and they licked it.
“Put that bastard child down” her mother screams at her.
She drops the child while it was still screaming its lungs out. Its head hits the floor first, followed by a loud thud of its body.
“Karissa!!! Open the god dam door!”
“Its open” she replied in a sweet innocent voice.
It was him that dreadful man whose baby it was, the man Karissa dreadfully despised. His blue eyes blond hair and well shaped twentyone year old body hid his ugly personality. It had fooled Karissa the first nine months when she lost her virginity to him on his king size bed.
She thought her parents did her a favor. They were paid twenty grand to have their beautiful, well slimmed, luscious black hair, tender, sweet girl become his sex slave.
“Karissa shut that stupid baby up!”
She obeyed her mother and stepped on the on the baby’s face. The fragile skull of the baby cracks open, the brain gushes out of the young tender baby head as the blood seems to have stopped. And the screams quickly died. Under her foot was her own baby’s head she felt the brain ooze through her toes, as the fagil bones seems to be like random chuncks glass mixed with it. she thought of jello as she tried to smiled as her master came in.
“Bitch where you’ve been this morning? Get your ass into my room I’m going to deal with you when I get up there!”
She runs to the shack in the back yard tears in her eyes with the brains between her feet as she gets into the house she smiles. Her life has turned into a nightmare that she can never wake up from, the lust and love mixture that she once had for this loving man , she dream of when she was nine has now taken her virginity, killed her child, and was about to kill her.
She remembered the look in his eyes as she puts on her sexy mini skirt and tight shirt that made her breast look big. She was glad however as she had no stretch marks on her belly that seems to so drastically that it would turn him off.
Her lovely body dressed as she laid on bed hoping to save her pathetic excuse of a life. As he comes in she can see he was instantly erect. She closed her eyes as he kissed her and let him have his way with her. When he finished she opened her eyes to see her parents standing in the door smiling as the knife came from his muscular hands slicing her throat. Blood splashed on her parents faced and they licked it.
Monday, January 4, 2010
chronicles of a death fore told last chapter
the chronicles of a death foretold ending leaves the reader with alot of open ended question, has santiago really taken the virginity of Angela Vicario? because she does accuse him however there is no evedience of him doing such a thing. No one saw them together, in such an initmmate way nor did they give anythign to suggest they have seen him and her could have possible done somthign like that. The death of santiago also seems kind of vage why didnt the twins make sure he was dead? Santiago was able to walk to the kitchen, why didn't he scream for help, surely someone might have heard.
The statement of santiago not understanding his own death seems kind of false, because his feiance does tell him however he leaves with out understanding, maybe if he waited and thought about what she had said he would have understood?
The statement of santiago not understanding his own death seems kind of false, because his feiance does tell him however he leaves with out understanding, maybe if he waited and thought about what she had said he would have understood?
Monday, December 21, 2009
Chronicle.... 3-4
Chapters three and four of Chronicle of a Death Foretold, where really confusing, while it somehow flowed it really confused me. The narrator talked about after the death of Santiago then he goes and talks about the morning that him and Santiago went out. The plot of the story seems kind of realistic, which is a good thing however it is really hard to follow because of the different views the reader gets. Another thing was it stuck to the death and plans to kill Santiago more than it talked about, why people did not want to save him.
The question of why the officer lets the Father perform the autopsy leave me to question how smart society is during the time. Is male dominance inferior to women dominance or are both the quality needed to run a utopia? If there is such a thing. The officer does not think about the back ground of the Father he does not have as much medical.
The aftermath of Santiago’s death also questions me; for example why was there still so much conflicts. Even the honor between a brother and sister is stronger than honor between a husband and wife because the wife would not marry Pablo if he had not killed Santiago. Was she feeling respect for soon to be sister in law? Or was she saving herself by not wanting to marry a man whom cannot stand up for his family? Was she testing him?
The question of why the officer lets the Father perform the autopsy leave me to question how smart society is during the time. Is male dominance inferior to women dominance or are both the quality needed to run a utopia? If there is such a thing. The officer does not think about the back ground of the Father he does not have as much medical.
The aftermath of Santiago’s death also questions me; for example why was there still so much conflicts. Even the honor between a brother and sister is stronger than honor between a husband and wife because the wife would not marry Pablo if he had not killed Santiago. Was she feeling respect for soon to be sister in law? Or was she saving herself by not wanting to marry a man whom cannot stand up for his family? Was she testing him?
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