Thursday, January 27, 2011
The jammed door opens, with a thud revealing the room. On the cream colored carpet that surrounds the dark room, small piles of unorganized and crumpled clothing lay and small black B.B. bullets lay across embedded within the carpet. The floor is covered in crumpled gym clothes that hide a pile of twisted cables coiled beyond repair. The bed, which is covered with a blue sheet with the exception of the dark red pillows, is neatly organized. The walls are a bright white color with a few cracks and chipped pieces of paint due to the use of a B.B. gun. There is a sudden splash not loud enough to sound through the room but enough to grab attention, the splash are the dark green frogs moving through the plastic mini-Aquarium. The Small tank lay atop a mahogany colored drawer that looks exactly alike to the one on the other side of the bed. On the other drawer a shabby old chrome lamp stands while under it, there are many dirty copper coins that are in an organized pile. Next to the coins lays a yellow covered book entitled Jokelopedia, next to it is a bent up red colored SI Live ticket. A few feet away from the drawer is a black guitar stand that barely holds two guitars, one electric guitar with white inlay and brown body, The strings are old and worn the guitar has small bumps while the paint is chipped away on one side and on the body, there is a small knob missing. In front of the bed lays a blank wall a few feet away from it is a huge dresser, on top of it a shiny black Toshiba television with various HDMI cable sticking from the back. Next to the television is an upright, black colored Playstation 3 a bit dusty with finger prints on the chromed parts. Opposite of the huge dresser is a small black one person leather sofa, strategically moved so that the television was easily visible. The window is three feet tall and six feet wide, it is open letting in a cool gust of wind as well as a thick layer of fog that fills the room, an interesting event that happens because of the downward direction of the hill my house is on. The room is silent only the small splashes of the frogs are heard and then a short, wide figure appears at the doorway hard to see because of the immense amount of fog that fills the room the figure enters the room and there stands my mother. My mother enters wearing a tattered red shirt with a few paint marks on it with jeans that are worn but still blue, her shoes however are not as fortunate, her shoes are white Nikes with various skid marks and creases which show years and years of use she steps forward and says “ Get on with your homework! And stop writing on that blog!”.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Through the Death of Curley’s wife, John Steinbeck poses a very serious question, Curley’s wife was seen as a villain in this book but did she deserve what happened to her? Curley’s wife is depicted as a flirtatious woman and jailbait in the eyes of the reader due mainly because of men’s views on her “Jesus, what a tramp” he said “so that’s what Curley picks for a wife”. Although she acts the way a normal young woman would the reader soon discovers that she is a very harsh and well guarded woman when dealing with minorities “Well you keep your place then, Nigger.I could get you strung up on a tree so easy it ain’t even funny”. Curley’s wife is seen as a very abusive and guile woman throughout most of the book but, we soon discover however, she acts this way out of loneliness ”Why can’t I talk to you? I never get to talk to nobody. I get awful lonely.” The truth as we find out, is that she does not like Curley and she does not like living in the ranch and that she is feeling as if she were trapped “I tell you I ain’t used to livin’ like this. I coulda made somethin’ of myself.” It is obvious she did not want to live on a ranch but even less to get married to a controlling husband as she states “Well I ain’t told this to nobody before. Maybe I ought’n to. I don’ like Curley. He ain’t a nice fella.” As the story progresses she lets go of her harsh demeanor and we see the real nature of Curley’s wife we learn she is actually a nice gentle woman one great example is when she consoles Lenny after his pup died “Don’t you worry none. He was jus’ a mutt. You can get another one easy. The whole country is fulla mutts.” She begins to develop a sort of connection with Lennie and even begins to understand him “You’re nuts,” she said.”But you’re a kinda nice fella. Jus’ like a big baby, But a person can see kkinda what you mean.” The story seems to be headed in a nice direction but in then end she suffers an unfortunate death. Curley’s wife is sadly seen as a villain and an evil woman but the truth is, like George and the others in this book all she really wanted was a better life and someone to talk to and relate but sadly, she dies too soon. So did she get what she deserved? I say, no she was probably the second most innocent person next to Lennie who was just misunderstood.