A little about Summer

For the past two semesters in my literature courses, I have felt a little behind.  Novels are mentioned that I have never read and stories are discussed that I have never heard of.  With this in mind, I have decided that, being as I'm an English major, I should give it my best shot to catch up.  So... This summer I have decided I want to make a reading list.  So far my list is as follows:

1.  Sister Carrie by Theodore Drieser

2.  White Noise by Don DeLillo

3.  To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee

4.  The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck

5.  A Farewell to Arms by Ernest Hemingway

6.  Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell

7.  All the Pretty Horses by Cormac McCarthy

This is my list so far.  If you have any other suggestions, please let me know.  I am really looking forward to reading these novels and feeling a little less out of the loop in particular classes or discussions.  After completing each novel, I will give a brief summary of my reactions on my blog in case you all want to know.

Anyways... Have a wonderful summer!!  You can read with me if you'd like!

Mao II: If you liked the Novel then don't read this blog

Mao II was an extremely difficult novel for me to get into.  Before opening the novel to begin reading, I was excited.  I was ready to step away from the Anthology for the remainder of the semester and invest my time into another novel.  The first chapter immediately gave me a change of heart.  I will openly admit that it was, up to this point, the first novel I could not complete.  I was bored and continued asking myself, "What's the point?" and "does DeLillo even know what he wanted to write about?"  Perhaps I'm close-minded, arrogant, ignorant and unwilling to accept that there may in fact be a point to the novel, however, I'm too over-come with boredom to concentrate on the bigger picture.  I am hoping that in the future, I can grow-up a bit, as this is the only conclusion I can come to, and begin to appreciate the novel.  At this point though, I will remain confused, a little stubborn, and biased against DeLillo.

Despite the above information, White Noise is on my summer reading list, so I am giving DeLillo another chance, I just hope it's worth it.

The Road Not Taken

For years I was a fan of Robert Frost's poem, The Road Not Taken, however this time around, I'm not quite sure.  I still enjoy the imagery and between of the poem, yet there is a lingering sense of regret in the poem.  The emphasis of the poem, including the title is about the road the author didn't take.  The irony is that both roads were "about the same, and both that morning equally lay..." so why would Frost emphasize the road he didn't take?  I concentrate on the line, "I shall be telling this with a sigh..." and argue that Frost was regretting past decisions in his life, he simply took the "wrong" road.  When I look at the poem in this light, I'm drawn away from it.  In the past, the poem always meant, be unique and don't take the same road as everyone else.  In this reading, I still draw the same conclusion, however, Frost's regret contradicts my own personal beliefs.  I believe firmly that the no matter the decision I have made in the past, I can't regret it, because at the time it was what I wanted to do and it has gotten where I am today, good or bad.

Click

In the short story, Cathedral, by Raymond Carver, the narrator, dubbed Bub, is insecure and ignorant about himself and others around him.  In the story, Carver allows the reader to become engulfed in the narrator’s pessimistic, stereotypical outlook on life.  Throughout the story, Bub tries to decide what to make of his wife’s friend, Robert, a blind, open-minded and empathic man.  Together, Bub and Robert drink, smoke, watch TV, and talk about religion and cathedrals.  In the midst of it all, Bub has an epiphany.  With help from Robert, Bub comes to an understanding that blindness isn’t simply a physical impairment but can stem from ignorance.  He also realizes that by taking another’s hand, a whole new, colorful world is still in sight.

Cathedral offers many different ideas, themes and symbols.  Carver explores the idea of media and the effects it has on people, such as Bub.  Bub’s learned ignorance via the media leads to his insecurities and he continues to return to the TV when feeling insecure.  It’s as though Bub was watching his life on a black and white TV; his relationship with is wife was weak causing resentment and loneliness between the two of them; his outlook on life was pessimistic and he was jealous of a blind man for living life better than he had.  Everything was simple and life was good or bad, black or white.  Then all of a sudden, that blind man, walked into the living room where Bub was smoking his dope, turned off the black and white TV and instantly flipped on the color TV, changing the way Bub saw life and the people surrounding him.

 

I loved the short story Cathedral by Raymond Carver.  I wrote my second paper on it and therefore decided to put a little excerpt from my paper in my blog.  I'm comparing Bub to his television set he retreats to so frequently.

Recess

Cathy Song's poem, The White Porch, was one in which I related to the most.  It was an easy read, much like A Blessing, allowing the beauty of the poem to overwhelm the reader.  I appreciated this poem because of the simplicity of it and how sitting on a porch and enjoying the sunlight can be made into art.  The lines,

Still dripping water,

it'll be dry by supper,

by the time the dust

settles off your shoes,

though it's only five

past noon (7-12)

reminds me of summers at home.  When my brother and I were younger, summer was our favorite time of the year.  No matter how hot the temperature was outside, we would find something entertaining to do, such as running through the sprinkler a multitude of times.  For hours we would run around enjoying the cool water and eventually tire out and retreat indoors.  Although it wasn't dust settling off our shoes, we would soak up the day and go about it again the following day. 

It's reading poetry like this poem that encourages me to be persistent in this major.  Yes, the difficult text is important and sometimes well worth the read, but poems like this... well it's like I'm back in elementary school, like I have just spent the past two hours interpreting a difficult poem and then this poem comes along, a fifteen minute recess break on the playground that makes my whole school day worth it. 

A Blessing

Out of all the poems we have read this semester, James Wright's poem, A Blessing, is by far my favorite.  The reader, whether knowledgeable about horses or not, gains a sense of understanding about the creatures via metaphors/similes and imagery.  The two ponies in the poem remind me of home.  When I was younger I could stand in the middle of the pasture watching the horses for hours.  They always seemed so peaceful and content just standing there munching on the grass.  My favorite lines, as I'm sure many would agree, are, "They bow shyly as wet swans.  They love each other.  There is no loneliness like theirs.  At home once more" (11-13).  Wright presents the image that horses are beautiful, calm animals that love.  He then goes on to say they are lonely, yet at home.  The poem is simple, easily interpreted and beautiful.  This poem alone has encouraged me to further reading Wrights' poetry.

Daddy

Sylvia Plath's poem, Daddy, is artistic, yet slightly crazy.  She concentrates on her father's actual death, he died when she was only eight years old, and turns it into a mythological figure, Hitler.  In one brief poem, Plath quickly summarizes her personal life and adds her own twists and turns, emphasizing her developed dis-like of men.

The first attacked man is her father.  She has no real memories of him and therefore she develops her own.  In doing so she dresses her father up as a Hitler like character.  She also makes herself a Jew and a gypsy, two groups Hated by Hitler.  It can be implied that Plath believed her father to hate her because he left. 

The poem goes on to mention Plath's attempted suicide when he was in college: "I was ten when they buried you.  At twenty I tried to die and get back, back, back to you" (57-59).  Plath however survivors her suicide attempt and in the future gets married.  Her marriage only lasted seven years however, as written in the poem,

If I've killed on man, I've killed two--

The vampire who said he was you

And drank my blood for a year,

Seven years, if you want to know (71-74)

Plath's poem is written about the real and the mythological.  I wonder whether or not she actually knew the difference?

Keep This Boy Running

While reading the opening chapter to Battle Royal, a novel I have never read, I was a bit confused.  There are a multitude of scenes all regarding one male character.  I ask the question, what is the point?  The one part of the chapter that caught my attention was the American Flag tattoo.  I have asked myself, why an American Flag?  I take it as though Ellison is pointing directly at the corruption of American society at the time.  It was a time during society, where as mentioned, equality was not an acceptable term.  When the narrator is giving his speech, he repeats social responsibility, however, once he says social equality.  This immediately grabs the attention of the audience.  In American society equality was something to be fought for but hadn't yet been achieved.  Having not read the complete novel, I am going to relate these two points to our current American societal problems.

Ellison concentrates on America specifically and the inequalities associated with it.  Recently in America, we witnessed something never having been done before, an African-American President voted to office.  Politically, yes, black and white citizens have reached a sense of equality.  I ask the question, politics aside, how equal is America really.  I moved to Sioux Falls from a small city in Arizona where half my high school population was of Mexican decent.  Racial equality among students was difficult to maintain and there were constant power struggles.  After reading Ellison's chapter, I'm forced to ask myself, will there ever be an equal America?  I'm hopeful that one day race or color will not matter, but I'm asking you, what can we do to help?