Tuesday, December 6, 2011

The Effects of Setting

Author Willa Cather embedded literary devices, such as metaphors, similes, and personification, within her writing. 

"As I looked about me I felt that the grass was the country, as the water is the sea. The red of the grass made all the great prairie the colour of wine-stains, or of certain seaweeds when they are first washed up. And there was so much motion in it; the whole country seemed, somehow, to be running."

"The grave, with its tall red grass that was never mowed, was like a little island."

"Winter comes down savagely over a little town on the prairie.  The wind that sweeps in from the open country strips away all the leafy screens that hide one yard from another in summer, and the houses seem to draw closer together.  The roofs, that looked so far away across the green treetops, now stare you in the face, and they are so much uglier than when their angles were softened by vines and shrubs.


Chunk #1:  Comment the effect of the setting on the characters within the novel.
The characters live in the country, this effects them because if effect how they do many things. To them the country is peacful but because of all the wind it seems like its always busy, but not the kind of town busy with cars and alot of people. Because they live were there is less going on, it give them a chance to get close to their family.
 
Chunk #2 To discuss the effect a setting on you, including imagery (lots of adjectives) and a simile or a  metaphor as you describe the land.
My bedroom is my escape. The walls are covered in purple paint, but in some lights it looks pink. The floor is pink carpet, with many stains and each one has a memory. During the summer i can open my windows and my whole room smells like outside, the freshly cut grass, and the smell of rain on some days. My closet door that creeks at random time during the night. In the background, there is always music playing. I enjoy having this place to go when i feel the need to be alone. 

My front porch symbolizes an oasis to me, especially during the Christmas season when the soft Christmas lights help create an atmosphere of quietness and solitude.  Gently, in the background, the leaves rustle and whisper to each other their appreciation, too, of this seasonal seclusion, seeming to understand that the holiday should truly be about getting back to the real reason for the season. These tall trees stand as sentinels, much like the toy soldiers we have placed along the entrance to our driveway, guarding, protecting, providing a sense of security.  I truly appreciate having my oasis, an oasis from the busy hustle and bustle, an oasis from this materialistic season.

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