Ayiti, by Roxanne Gay, and Krik? Krak!, by Edwidge Danticat are collections of short stories about Haiti and its people, which gives the readers insight into the complex Haitian diaspora experience. Both authors successfully empower the voiceless by sharing stories that give a glimpse into the struggles and hardships that Haitians face. The collections seek to offer a deeper view into Haitian society and covers an array of themes such as the politics of survival, assimilation, resiliency, and feminist
have different perspectives on what we view the world as. With generation gaps come differences on issues and view on the world. In the short stories, Good Country People and What rises must converge display the differences in society of change and the perspectives that we see it as, in which What Rises Must Converge comes out as a better story. In both of the stories the author uses irony and a surprise ending in her story to show how different generations have different perspectives. In Good Country
The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck is a story about people’s struggle, failures, hope and strength. On December 10, 1962 John Steinbeck won the Nobel Prize, during his banquet speech he talks about what a writer’s duty is. He calls this “The ancient commission of the writer”, a commission is an instruction, command or duty given to a person so this “ancient commission” is the writers original job or duty. To steinbeck the “ancient commission of the writer” is “... exposing our many grievous faults
The vamsakath? stands apart from other literary genres in P?li due to the style of its composition, a mixed verse, prose style which is known as Campu or Aky?na. The Nal??a (lal??a) dh?tuva?sa (hence forth NDV), the chronicle of the sacred frontal bone relics of the Buddha, has been shown scarce attention by modern P?li and Buddhist scholars. Prof. Malalasekara, the author of Pali Literature of? Ceylon, (to my knowledge) is the only scholar who has made reference to the NDV.? Other scholars in the
Who’s To Blame? By Sophie Cameron Statement of Intent: This is a creative short story writing piece that I wrote out of my strong personal opinon on humans invading sharks terratory. I wrote two separate opinons because it gives a chance to see a sharks perspectives behind an attack, because people are so quick to blame the shark. The sharks perspective represents the sharks in danger, the ones that can’t find food and are starving for days. The humans perspective represent the oblivious characteristics
“Mortality is a matter of money. Poor people cannot afford to have money, so they have religion.” This quote by Khushwant Singh gives one an idea of Khushwant Singh’s condescending view of religion. Khushwant Singh, the insightful writer that he is, has a deep understanding of the social problems faced by Indians. His forceful, brilliant and passionate writings torment the Indian spirit in contemporary times, constantly prodding the society towards positive introspection and betterment. A deep analysis
lot stronger than that cheap stuff you can get at those places like uhh Wal-Mart”(John). I then asked him the questions I had planned, but everything we talked about related to war or becoming a pilot, so I decided to just continue to listen to his story. Thinking about John rebuilding his bike I’m fascinated. Here is someone who is part of the most impoverished in our county, and he understands the importance of local business and quality over quantity. John and his bike combat the argument that disposable
Lyrical Voice By: Lakella L. Taylor And Frankie Fipps Joy in the Midst of my Pain By: Lakella L. Taylor God give me the strength I need to go on My heart is wailing, sorrowful My soul lies driven in by the tide of despair. Lord lift up my heart; lift up my soul, save me From my affliction and pain. For great is my love for thee. For thy art my joy in the midst of my pain.
HARD STAINS Chap-1 Gayatri found it surprising. The stain was hard, and refused to go off the sticky dark bottom of the copper utensil. It was as if it was the scrub in her hand, which was feverish and tired, and not she, really. Sitamaa should have left some food cooking in the vessel for more than the reasonable length of time yesterday, and hence ended up cooking some stain, instead of whatever she had in mind when she had started out. The inevitable traces of the crime were still found clinging