среда, 13 февраля 2019 г.

Cynicism in Dorothy Allisons Short Story, This Is Our World :: Our World

Cynicism in Dorothy Allisons Short Story, This Is Our WorldIs The world is dream uper than we admit (Allison 159)? In the short story, This Is Our World, Dorothy Allison asks this question, and her solution startled me. I disagree with her way of thinking. Allison says that the world is a brutal, mean position. I think that the cruelty is balanced out with the heartfeltness in the world. I was surprised to read her negative examples of how bad of a place it is that we live in and call home. This story was written with reference to events and occurrences that I have never experienced and things I have never seen. I found it difficult to relate to these events.The minister, the bank clerk, and her m other(a) walked around the building where the fibbers mother was to be baptized. Then they looked at the baptismal font. Allison states, observation baptisms in that tank was like watching movies at a have sex (155). I was glad to read that the narrator was non the one b eing baptized, because I feel she did not understand the true significance of the baptism ritual. She spoke of the Jesus painting as being, rouged and pale and pout as Elvis Presley (155). She was also trying not to giggle at the other little boys that were being baptized that day, He looked as if he hoped somebody would rescue him. It was too much for me. I began to giggle helplessly (156). The narrator was too young to understand fully what it meant to be baptized. I moot that it is one of the reasons that Allison has such a negative attitude towards invigoration. Maybe she did not agree or understand the meaning of a baptism, or organized religion as a whole. This could stem from a broken home life and no strong father figure. Although I have been fortunate abundant to have a father and mother who love me a nifty deal, I still think the world can be cruel and mean. But meaner than we think? Every day we hear of some bran-new tragedy that she speaks of, the woman who drowned her children, the man who shot first the babies in her gird and then his wife, the teenage boys who led the three-year-old away along the train track, the homeless person family recovering from frostbite with their eyes glazed and indifferent while the medico scowled over their shoulders (159), but every day we also hear of the good things.

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