Sunday, November 30, 2008
Sunday, November 9, 2008
I can’t say that my anticipation of reading the Watchmen was at quite the level of Burtan, but I was a little more excited about reading this book than most I start. I am not much of a reader but I guess because I read a few comics as a child, this book interested that part of me. As I began reading the book my view of comics was very similar to Burtan’s. I was immediately drawn into the story and at the same time turned off by the format. I believe as a child it was easier to skip around and read because of how quickly a child’s mind can be distracted. We have all been trained to read a novel and stay focused and it became a challenge to break this habit. I also agree that reading the novel was exhausting. Many times I found myself stopping, not because I was tired of reading, but because my mind needed to catch up and take a break as it attempted to keep up with everything going on. In the end the story did entertain me but I believe my favorite part was going back into the story after reading and picking out pieces we discussed in class. The depth of the story amazed me and for a genre I had always related with childhood this new type of comic created a new joy for reading. I completely agree with Burtan about the fascination with reading the novel and the feelings experienced while reading. I believe that many of my initial feelings about the novel were based on the comic book readings of my childhood. After reading the Watchmen my views on comic books have changed and can see how it may soon be a interesting part of contemporary literature. It was an exciting story and a type of novel that with a little more practice I could see myself truly enjoying.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
So far this semester I have read many stories that I really liked and those I did not like at all. For my free post I wanted to talk about two of these stories. My least favorite story is "The Decent of Man". This story is just a little too strange for me and I believe Boyle is simply expressing problems he has with others views. It does make the reader think and is a great piece of work to analyze, but is not interesting enough to keep the reader interested. Boyle very clearly expresses his dislike for the ideas of Dawin although in my mind his way of doing it is very ineffective. My favorite piece of work this semester is "The Man From Mars". Just like in "The Decent of Man" the story expresses dislike, but instead of the ideas of Dawin the story expresses dislike for those who are not open to other cultures. Atwood gets this point across in what I feel is a very effective way. The short story contains many themes that the reader can relate too and the story does not incorporate any crazy ideas, such as a woman having sex with a monkey. I do understand the purpose for each of the two works but I also believe that although all writing has a place in postmodern thought, some types of writing do not appeal to all audiences.
Monday, October 6, 2008
The only thing familiar to me is the bright light, knowing I’m alive. The artificial sun beating down on me makes me hot. Heat from the inside as well heat all over. I fall off again loosing sight of the light loosing sight of reality. The light shines again but this time fleeting. The room is bright but the light is fleeting, the light of day. Everyone is safe now, well everyone else. I did a good job why me why me. The light comes again the good light, knowing I’m alive. I feel my skin but everything my skin feels is hot. Everything that I touch everything that touches me is hot, why me. Thoughts race through me, is this real, is it me, will I still be me. I fade again with the light. I cough again deep cough hard to catch a breath. Light is all around me but the light I need is too far. I’m all alone no one is here to save me, I was here to save and I did. I did a good job why me why me. I fall and reach for nothing, reach for the air I cannot breathe. Falling further down where there is no hope of waking up. I switched, I brought them out and brought me here, why me, where there is no hope, until the light came again. The wonderful light, knowing I’m alive. Familiar shapes above me, I am not alone, not anymore. The hand that saved me touches me. Still burning but a good burn, knowing I’m alive. I did a good job. They did a good job, why me.