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The Wasteland
The Wasteland is a text of mysteries. While there might be some that tear their hair out over these mysteries, analyzing with scrupulous eyes, I embrace the mystery. I try to read the text for what it is, pretty sounding … Continue reading → Continue reading →
Metamorphosis
I can understand now how Utterson and Walton must have felt upon laying eyes on these monstrosities they can’t quite describe, but do anyways. Because that is exactly how I feel about Kafka’s Metamorphosis. Maybe it is the many books and literature classes I’ve taken in high school, but I feel so completely without words. […]
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Paper and Bugs
I began The Yellow Wallpaper slightly confused. I was trying to figure out what exactly was making her sick, and had initially come to the assumption that it was depression. But as things progressed it quickly became something more like … Continue reading →
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The Perception of Change
I found The Metamorphosis to be very Kafkaesque, which makes sense I suppose. Although I don’t think stories always need a definitive meaning, it makes it easier for me to write about The Metamorphosis if I figure out some consistent … Continue reading → Continue reading →
Yellow Wallpaper and Metamorphosis
I tend to be a rather direct disliking absurd or strange ways of writing that deviate from convention. However, I did admire the Yellow Wallpaper and The Metamorphosis and I actually quite like The Metamorphosis. The major reason i liked … Continue reading → Continue reading →
The Metamorphosis
People show their true selves not in ordinary, but extraordinary circumstances. We spend our lives studying the way we should think and the way we should act based on the context of our daily routines, and it is only when that routine is shattered that we can take a good look in mirror and tell […]
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The Yellow Wallpaper and Metamorphosis
I’ve read the Yellow Wallpaper many times before and each time reading it has been interesting. The protagonist’s thoughts and actions show the reader that it was possible for her illness – I assume she was depressed after giving birth … Continue reading →
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“The Metamorphosis” and lack there of…
I had heard of Kafka once before, in Prague on a walking tour where there is a statue representing one of his other books in honor of him. I had forgotten the name of Kafka and just remembered the story. … Continue reading → Continue reading →
Kafka and Gilman
This past summer, my family and I traversed Eastern Europe for a month. One of our stops was Prague in the Czexh Republic. I’ll never forget when we came across the home of Franz Kafka and my father almost jumped with excitment. I was well aware of who Kafka was, and the fact that he’d […] Continue reading →
Eliot’s Poetry: Playing on Ambiguity
I give up. I’ve tried so hard to fight my internalized spite of poetry, but I can’t change how I feel. The Wasteland is not my cup o’ tea. I like some poetry; I’ve read Plath, Tennyson, Joyce and others with modest enjoyment. There are actually a couple in particular I can recite from heart […]
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