Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Response to Steven Church's Essay
Monday, November 28, 2011
Response to "I'm Just Getting to the Disturbing Part"
Saturday, November 26, 2011
RR: I'm just getting to the disturbing part
I really enjoyed this essay. One thing I've personally noticed about nonfiction creative essays is that once I start reading one, it's hard for me to stop. Such is not the case with fiction, or other types of creative writing. In fact, I almost never find it difficult to stick through a creative nonfiction essay. But it wasn't the fact that it was a nonfiction essay that made this piece so good.
This essay was incredibly revealing on a personal level. What started out as a story about a hot summer day ended as remembrance to the author's late brother, with a traumatic, neurosis-inducing incident in between. The author masterfully weaved through layers of introspection and scene, allowing the reader to observe the effects of what happened on the author's psyche.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Reading response, The Pleasure of Letting Go
I really liked this essay. One because it was written very well, and two because I’m a fan of just about anything that involves animals. I admire that the writer managed to write about something that would expectedly be unexciting and make it interesting and informative as well. While reading this piece I really felt the connection and fascination he had with the birds, and I think that was part of the reason it worked well.
I couldn’t help but think that this might be about more than just birds. I have a tendency to overanalyze so this may be off base, but while reading I took some of the descriptions of bird as a sort of metaphor/ commentary on different types of peoples, and different societies on a broader level. I wonder if this was his intention, or if it was another meaning or entirely, or was this really just written to document the author’s experience with birds? If so, what was the purpose? Was it a self-reflective piece, or an article for a journal?
Regardless, it was still very enjoyable. I think that something like this would be easy to do from a writer’s perspective, because when you are passionate about something you generally have a lot to say.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Reading Response - Once More To The Lake
E.B.White weaves his observations throughout his narrative in such a manner that sometimes it's difficult to distinguish between the nostalgia he feels for his own experience and the nostalgia that he feels for American life altogether. He's very frank about tying these two things together. In fact, he spends an entire paragraph just on the American life celebration ("summertime, oh summertime..."). For my own taste, it was a little too prominent, but he does ease the reader into and out of the exuberance of the passage (in fact, the paragraph was about halfway through the piece).
Reading Response- "Once More to the Lake"
E.B. White’s essay “Once More to the Lake” is an excellent
example of creative non-fiction. Mr.
White captures the essence of his trip, but does so using strong diction,
connotation, and symbolism to not only give a depth of sensation about his
trip, but also a deeper meaning than a mere vacation. Instead, it is a perfect foiling of his own
trip as a boy to the lake, where he can connect to the role of the youngster
and the elder guardian, mimicking his father’s own behaviors during his trip
with his son. That being said, he also
touches upon the passage of time, as he often remarks about the changing
landscape. In doing so, Mr. White uses
excellent imagery and summary to capture the importance those memories had for
him and why the disappearance of a trail option matters, as opposed to saying, “There
used to be a horse trail here, but it’s no longer present”. By tying in past and present relationships into
his vacation location, Mr. White is able to create a connection between facts
and his emotions. Creating that
emotional connection is important to further draw the reader in, and make him
or her care about the story. I find
myself wanting to visit the lake now that I’ve read this story.