Thursday, December 15, 2011

Winter Poem


Winter is the season of depression
Each snowflake falls, clean and fresh
upon our blue faces

When winter comes
The trees die
Among the pines
Standing tall

When winter comes
Blizzards form
In the skies above
Turned black

When winter comes
Cold sleets
Dampens the soul
Once sunny

A flake of snow fluffy as it is,
Had landed on a bed of snow,
As a kiss upon my cheek.
It strikes me how much we've been blessed.

Direction the Class Needs


               I honestly have to say that English is my favorite class! It’s just so fun; we have different activities everyday which makes it even better. We have an amazing teacher that sometimes plays on our minds, lol. Mr. McCarthy is a supportive and great teacher, athlete, and couch!

                I would like for use to watch videos, because I truly believe a student is at best in learning when he/she is watching about a subject. We should be tested on other things not just vocabulary and novels. We really should take an outdoor learning fieldtrip to the museum or somewhere.

                But in general I love the class and everyone. Mr. McCarthy always makes my day!

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

J. D. Salinger


Mr. Salinger seems to be an author who writes for pleasure and for himself not for money. Mr. Salinger just does not want to be famous! Like there are people that want to shine in the light and be known, Mr. Salinger was the kind that did not want to be in the light and known. Mr. Salinger does not give any interviews except for few student interviews. Here is one of the interviews I have found in 1974.

November 3, 1974
J. D. Salinger Speaks About His Silence
By LACEY FOSBURGH
San Francisco, Nov. 2--Goaded by publication of unauthorized editions of his early, previously uncollected works, the reclusive author J. D. Salinger broke a public silence of more than 20 years last week, issuing a denunciation and revealing he is hard at work on writings that may never be published in his lifetime.
Speaking by telephone from Cornish, N. H., where he makes him home, the 55-year-old author whose most recent published work, "Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters" and "Seymour, an Introduction," appeared in 1962, said:
"There is a marvelous peace in not publishing. It's peaceful. Still. Publishing is a terrible invasion of my privacy. I like to write. I love to write. But I write just for myself and my own pleasure."
For nearly half an hour after saying he intended to talk "only for a minute," the author, who achieved literary fame and cultish devotion enhanced by his inaccessibility following publication of "The Catcher in the Rye" in 1951, spoke of his work, his obsession with privacy and his uncertain thoughts about publication.
The interview with Mr. Salinger, who was at times warm and charming, at times wary and skittish, is believed to be his first since 1953, when he granted one to a 16-year-old representative of the high school newspaper in Cornish.
What prompted Mr. Salinger to speak now on what he said was a cold, rainy, windswept night in Cornish was what he regards as the latest and most severe of all invasions of his private world: the publication of "The Complete Uncollected Short Stories of J. D. Salinger, Vols. 1 and 2."
During the last two months, about 25,000 copies of these books, priced at $3 to $5 for each volume, have been sold--first here in San Francisco, then in New York, Chicago and elsewhere, according to Mr. Salinger, his lawyers and book dealers around the country.
"Some stories, my property, have been stolen," Mr. Salinger said. "Someone's appropriated them. It's an illicit act. It's unfair. Suppose you had a coat you liked and somebody went into your closet and stole it.
That's how I feel."

'Selling Like Hotcakes'
"They're selling like hotcakes," said one San Francisco book dealer. "Everybody wants one."
While "The Catcher in the Rye" still sells at the rate of 250,000 copies a year, the contents of the unauthorized paperback books have been available heretofore only in the magazine files of large libraries.
"I wrote them a long time ago," Mr. Salinger said of the stories, "and I never had any intention of publishing them. I wanted them to die a perfectly natural death.
"I'm not trying to hide the gaucheries of my youth. I just don't think they're worthy of publishing."
I also got a criticism of “The Catcher In The Rye”..
“Precisely how old I was when I first read "The Catcher in the Rye," I cannot recall. When it was published, in 1951, I was 12 years old, and thus may have been a trifle young for it. Within the next two or three years, though, I was on a forced march through a couple of schools similar to Pencey Prep, from which J.D. Salinger's 16-year-old protagonist Holden Caulfield is dismissed as the novel begins, and I was an unhappy camper; what I had heard about "The Catcher in the Rye" surely convinced me that Caulfield was a kindred spirit.”

The Catcher in The Rye was also banned at one point because It was originally banned due to obsence language, sexuality, and because it wasn't "appropriate" for youth.






Friday, December 9, 2011

Holden


In “The Catcher in The Rye” the protagonist is Holden. Holden is a junior fluking at Pencey High school.  He has a very negative view of real life. Holden thinks that everybody is a phony for a specific action they have done. By what I see, he has no true friends because he always a bad attitude. Holden need to know that nobody is perfect. Another issue Holden needs to be concerned about is his grades and needs to focus on them rather than talking badly about people.

            Holden puts 3 people on a pedestal… The first person is Jane, This girl Holden likes. They played tennis and checkers together. They are also neighbors. Next was his brother Allie who died from cancer. Allie use to write poems on his baseball glove and was a very lovable boy. Finally the last person Holden puts on a pedestal is Phoebe, his sister. She acted like Allie but she also loved poetry!

Friday, December 2, 2011

My Red Hunting Hat

Holden claims that he hunts for phonies as he is wearing his red hunting hat.He says that there are alot of phonies in pencey. I wear my hunting hat, seeking for education and inspiration for the benefit of my future. The reason I chose education is because it is most taken route for a human being to excel in life. I wear my hunting ghat everyday to school as well as being outside the school. Most people should have a desire to seek for education. Another reason I wear my red hunting hat is to achieve my goal in life; is to be a general surgeon   Where I have a comfortable life, highly respected, greatly ranked in society, and off-course a lot of money!!

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Thankful for a classmate



Thankful for a classmate

First of all I would like to say that I love every single classmate in this amazing class. With an motivating and cool teacher, Mr. McCarthy makes this class worth wild! The class is even in its perfect time in the middle of the day; I would not be hungry or tired.
Everybody has an incredible personality. Harlan and Mckinley both have a wild imagination! I’m thankful for Jonas because he understands how hard it is in being an exchange student to adapt to this society and language. The classmates around me (Filip, Joanna, Javier, Jack, and Lexi) always are there for help and I’m just grateful to everyone because I know I am going to have an amazing and experience-ful. I am excited to meet our new student alex. To top it all of it I am very grateful for Mr. McCarthy for making English Literature my favorite class of this year. 

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Interview With Cormac McCarthy


Death

The theme I have chosen is death because it one of the major themes and settings in “The Road”.

“Death and the specter of death pervade The Road from the onset through descriptions of the landscape, the protagonists' struggle to survive, and the constant threats of murder and starvation. The earth is already steeped in death and ashes. Most living creatures and plants have not survived the disaster that has destroyed civilization. For example, cows are extinct, and the boy has never before seen birds or fish. "On the hillsides old crops dead and flattened. The barren ridgeline trees raw and black in the rain" (18).

Death is also personified as a lover (48) and as an entity which will meet its own demise (146).

As the novel progresses, the reader becomes more acutely aware that the man is dying. "In the night he woke in the cold dark coughing and he coughed till his chest was raw.... He knelt there wheezing softly, his hands on his knees. I am going to die, he said. Tell me how I am to do that" (148). His encroaching death, evidenced by his worsening cough and the increasing amounts of blood he spits out, stalks the reader.

Even descriptions with rich colors and textures serve as reminders of death. When the man dreams of his wife, of his life before the universal destruction, he considers these dreams to be the call of death beckoning him from the bleak reality of his present life. These brief passages throughout The Road only highlight the world's inertial motion towards death, a force that also seems to drive the protagonists on their journey, especially for the father.”



“McCarthy has said that death is the major issue in the world and that writers who don’t address it are not serious. Death reaches very near totality in this novel. Billions of people have died, all animal and plant life, the birds of the air and the fishes of the sea are dead: “At the tide line a woven mat of weeds and the ribs of fishes in their millions stretching along the shore as far as eye could see like an isocline of death.” Forest fires are still being ignited (by lightning? other fires?) after what seems to be a decade since that early morning — 1:17 a.m., no day, month or year specified — when the sky opened with “a long shear of light and then a series of low concussions.” The survivors (not many) of the barbaric wars that followed the event wear masks against the perpetual cloud of soot in the air. Bloodcults are consuming one another. Cannibalism became a major enterprise after the food gave out. Deranged chanting became the music of the new age.”

“But the man is a zealot, pushing himself and the boy to the edge of death to achieve their unspecified destination, persisting beyond will in a drive that is instinctual, or primordial, and bewildering to himself. But the tale is as biblical as it is ultimate, and the man implies that the end has happened through godly fanaticism.”

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