Character Analysis: The Chosen By Chaim Potok

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Hey Look a Pseudonym 11/1/15 Ms.Meng Character Study Fan Fiction for The Chosen English I: 8-1 Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based on Chaim Potok's novel, The Chosen, published by Ballantine Books in 1967. I, its author, do not in any way profit from this story. All rights to the characters belong to the copyright holder(s) of The Chosen. The Wrong Type of Fight My name is Marvin Galanter. I am 31 years old. Despite being short, slightly chubby, and deaf in my left ear, I am an excellent athlete. I was almost a soldier, too. For the past few years, America's economy has been struggling, and some of us have been hit harder than others. Ever since the economy collapsed, I have been struggling financially. But since I don't have any …show more content…

Every week or so, after work is over at the school and at the yeshiva, I enter boxing matches against other athletes who are there for the same reason. They call me "Gorilla Galanter", and I fight pretty decently on most …show more content…

I looked at Tony, with his black mustache and cross tattoo on his chest. He looked like a mix between a demon and a priest. This wasn't just a boxing match anymore. This was a war, and part of me wanted it to end with him dead. The match started, and I fought viciously. Almost every one of his punches was either blocked or dodged. I threw a steady stream of quick punches to his body and face. At the end of the first round, I was winning. I sat in a chair in the corner of the ring and drank some water while Smitty and two other guys cleaned me up. When I got up for the second round, I noticed Savo adjusting his gloves quite a lot. The round started, and I continued to dominate over Savo for a few seconds. But then, something changed. Tony started throwing more punches, and harder. A few sudden shots to my sides and I was backing up against the ropes. I lunged back at him with a hard jab to the stomach, to which he responded with a whack to my head. While leaning against the ropes, a saw a shiny glint through a tear in his glove. Tony Savo had brass knuckles under his gloves. He was

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