It is Jim Brennan 's birthday. He wakens on this humid August morning, startled by birdsong echoing across the garden outside and, for a long time, he stares in confused remembrance towards where the swelling orange sun is burning the faded floral wallpaper across from his tumbled bed. 'It 's my birthday, ' he finally realises. 'I 'm seventy-six today. Where did it go? ' Climbing painfully from a sore mattress, standing in striped pyjamas by the window, Jim stares gardenwards. There 's much too be done. Later. Much later. These days it 's all weed killing, backache and wishes. Outside in the sunrise garden roses are already awake, clematis climbs like a growing child and all the border marigolds are on fire. 'It 's my birthday. ' Next door 's dog barks. A cat scales a glass sharp wall and drops beside …show more content…
Then. Jim goes to Cork with his father. A business trip. Magnificent Cork and boat bobbing, cathedraled Cobh and then the Metropole Hotel. Swanky. Dinner and desserts. Black ties, brown cigars. Gin and tonic with a twist of lemon. Now Cork is always dry gin and a twist in Jim 's fading memory. Bitter lemon. Jim with father 's friends. A party and the talcum smell of sex. Dad leaves early with a friend. Dad feels only half married. Winking a man 's signal. Permission to sin. A bird in the bush. Jim dancing until dawn with necklace and pearls. Back at her oak roomed upstairs house she says her parents are away and Jim is still not sober. 'Let me help you to bed, ' he says, learning the rules of the game and when to cheat. Sixteen Ellen smelled of love and roses. This girl is twenty and slick with gin. Pearls in her ears, stones in her heart. Bath naked she drips rich. Jim falls into her and is devoured. Ellen, sweetest sixteen, gave him everything except that. Her tended flesh is reserved for the marriage bed. Jim wanted more. Pearls before swine. Mea culpa, Ellen -mea maxima
Eventually reaching this non lasting desired horizon with one of them, she becomes satisfied even if her happiness was comprised of a shortage. Upon sitting under a blossoming pear tree, Janie endures an awakening of sexuality at the age of sixteen. “Oh to be a pear tree - any tree in
A trail of memories is formed when the persona incepts the closet scene with an even further recollection of her father describing the women on the island as being “as fine as wine in the summertime”. After the cherry bomb episode, Eddy had a scar “like a piece of twine”; both of these uncomplicated similes allow the reader to dive into the young girl’s mind and relive her memories with that same level of ease. Just like with any child, the young girl is particularly wordy with her descriptions of these different memories, producing potent imagery. She goes off on a tangent, rattling off directions one would take in her father’s “cave-dark” closet to reach her private box and diary. The persona turns the memory into a game.
When people ask me, “Camille, where are you from?” I answer, without hesitation, “Stockton, California.” Yet, I am not a true “Stocktonian.” Yes, I have resided here for the past five years, but I still regard myself to be a “Moragan.” For eight years, the hills of Moraga, California was a place to call my home.
I always knew that I wanted to work in the field of criminal sciences. However, I wasn’t sure I had the stomach to be a coroner. Someone recommended I watch the show Bones on FOX, and I was instantly hooked. Dr. Temperance Brennan is a forensic anthropologist at the Jeffersonian Institute, and I knew as soon as I finished the first episode that I wanted to be a forensic anthropologist. While Brennan is a fictional character, she is based on books written by Dr. Kathy Reichs.
This is evident when he says ” We knew that things were hard for our Bohemian neighbors... two girls were lighthearted and never complained.” By this readers can be inferred that Jim has sympathy and understanding for difficulties that bohemians are facing. In addition,the end of the quote which says “two girls were lighthearted and never complained” suggests that bohemians are coping well with their hard lives, and Jim is positive towards their attitudes.
Town life wears at Antonia and Jim’s innocence—Antonia capers with young men at a local dancing tent, and Jim flirts with pretty Bohemian immigrant Lena Lingard. Later at college, Jim’s secret love for Lena and close friendship with her distract him from his studies. Escaping to Harvard for renewed
Jim says he is in love with Antonia but really he is in love with the idea of her. Companionship is the only thing Jim has been lacking for most of his adult life. He has had
Considering that he did not keep in touch with Antonia over those twenty years, she became a more nostalgic and precious memory. Jim was extremely attached to her, saying “the idea of [her] is a part of [his] mind; [she] influences [his] likes and dislikes, all [his] tastes, hundreds of times when [he] don't realize it. [She] really is a part of [him]." Jim says he wishes she was “a sweetheart, or a wife, or [his] mother or [his] sister — anything that a woman can be to a
J.C. Burke uses the narrative structure of prologue to show the protagonist, Tom Brennan’s, Australian voice in the novel. Tom’s voice is loud and clear in the simple yet compelling prologue. The brief prologue is powerfully reminiscent, engaging the readers interest when the Brennan family close “the front door of our home for the last time” The deceptively simple language communicates shame and regret and the rawness of pain is emphasised by the recurring reference to the need for silence ,’’down, down we glided in silence’’ . The prologues abruptly ends with the forthright affirmation of identity ‘’My name is Tom Brennan and this is my story” and the first person narrative really highlights the voice of the protagonist. It creates a blunt
In the short story “Birthday Party” by Katharine Brush, may literary devices are used to achieve a purpose. Brush uses devices such as imagery, diction, oxymoron, and repetition to convey a birthday surprise gone wrong. In addition to the birthday surprise, Brush also uses these devices to convey feelings. First, the short story begins with a third person point of view.
This visitation had intensified the already vivid memories of his childhood. Lena’s visit had brought along an aura of warm and friendship with her. Lena’s visit had brought along a surge of flashbacks as Jim had stated he could plainly hear the laughs of the Danish and Bohemian girls. However, Lena eventually has to leave and Jim’s best days fled with her. Though everyone goes through a cycle of some sort throughout their life the one I have witnessed while reading My Antonia is to an extent is very different.
By looking at specific moments throughout the novel, we can see how Jim changed from a man whose life was unfulfilling, to a man whose life comprised of leadership and confidence. As shown in his interview with Harry Nilson, Jim and his family had a haunted past. “My old
He had been working for a man named Henry. He worked for him for nine or ten years but was taken advantage of. “Henry Maxwell to come and take Jim’s, too. ”(38) Henry took Jim 's share leaving Jim broke and alone.
The teacher, Ms. Price picks up a sweater and asks the class if anyone is missing a sweater. A student says that it's Rachel's, and the teacher gives her the sweater without even thinking. Rachel thinks and speaks in a way that is very reminiscent of an eleven year old. There is a youthful, innocent tone in her voice, especially when she says “I wish I was one hundred and two instead of eleven” without actually thinking about the disadvantages of being that age. Throughout the day, she references home and how she longs to go home to celebrate with her family and eat cake.
Cobwebs linger in every witch way, and antique furniture layered with dust sits perfectly arranged in the living room. Cautiously, I walk farther into the house to explore. With every heavy step and pressure on the floor boards, it feels as if the house will collapse on top of me. I make my way into the kitchen. An old wooden table sits in the corner, along with matching chairs.