Become more Afraid of Living

I am in the group 6 project, therefore in this graphic narrative assignment I chose the beloved by stretching this graphic from the story I will  do my own interpretation. in the first panel, 124 was spiteful. Full of a baby’s venom. The women in the house knew it and so did the children. For years, each put up with the spite in his own way, but by 1873 Sethe and her daughter Denver were its only victims. In the second panel the grandmother, Baby Suggs, was dead, and the sons, Howard and Buglar, had run away by the time they were thirteen years old as soon as merely looking in a mirror shattered it (that was the signal for Buglar); as soon as two tiny hand prints appeared in the cake (that was it for Howard). Neither boy waited to see more; another kettleful of chickpeas smoking in a heap on the floor; soda crackers crumbled and strewn in a line next to the door sill. Or did they wait for one of the relief periods:

the weeks, months even, when nothing was disturbed. No. Each one fled at once the moment the house committed what was for him the one insult not to be borne or witnessed a second time. Within two months, in the dead of winter, leaving their grandmother, Baby Suggs; Sethe, their mother; and their little sister, Denver, all by themselves in the gray and white house on Bluestone Road. It didn’t have a number then, because Cincinnati didn’t stretch that far. In fact, Ohio had been calling itself a state only seventy years when first one brother and then the next stuffed quilt packing into his hat, snatched up his shoes, and crept away from the lively spite the house felt for them.

Baby Suggs didn’t even raise her head. From her sickbed, she heard them go but that wasn’t the reason she lay still. It was a wonder to her that her grandsons had taken so long to realize that every house wasn’t like the one on Bluestone Road. Suspended between the dozes of life and the meanness of the dead, she couldn’t get interested in leaving life or living it, let alone the fright of two creeping-off boys. Her past had been like her present intolerable since she knew death was anything but forgetfulness, she used the little energy left her for pondering color. “Bring a little lavender in, if you got any. Pink, if you don’t.” And Sethe would oblige her with anything from fabric to her own tongue.

 

Loss of childhood innocence

I think that the  author used an Asian painting exercise called “One Hundred Demons” is filled with rich visual images. I observed from cover to cover, the graphic novel is filled with bright watercolors. Because each chapter has different colored background, even the side of book are a rainbow of colors. I think the story is divided into different stories based on life experience that reflecting back on her loss of childhood innocence, family relationships, oppression, coming age, neglect and abuse. Each of those story is about a hardship she death with in her life. For instance, in the chapter, “Dance” she explains that almost everyone in her family danced with great pleasure. Then a casually cruel comment from an admired neighbor made her self-conscious enough to stop. In “Resilience” she explores the mistaken belief of some adults that young children who have experienced a trauma will somehow forget and move past it. For example Barry’s loss of innocence reveals her experimentation with boys, alcohol, drugs, lying and stealing, and suggests sexual abuse. Dancing was part of household culture growing up she was interested in hula dancing, and no concerned about appearance.  Here Barry allows speech balloons to fill in the gaps to which she mentions in her main text, with heart-wrenching effect. A more lighthearted story deals with the unique smells that permeate homes. Most of each story is told in text blocks at the top of the panel, while speech balloons convey specific details and characterizations. Barry’s artwork is almost childlike, and the uncomfortable of her drawings works well with the emotional tone her tales evoke. In the last few pages, at the end of the book may have some readers thinking, “That’s it?” The ending of the book leaves readers with a lot of questions and an urge to reflect on their own childhood experiences. I think she demonstrates the technique used for the original exercise and encourages readers to draw from their own experiences.

The Real Life “When I Read the Book”

This is another poem that talks about books. However, not any ordinary book, but a biography. This poem in fact, starts with Whitman reading the “biography famous.” The author occasional “ending of the poem with a question is a tricky maneuver that does not always work” I observed that the poet’s ending of “When I Read the Book” with the parenthetical expression seems to have been equally risky. Therefore this poem need some consideration, especially in terms of the amplifications of its value on a particular rhetorical device. Apparently form of “When I Read the Book” as I will see, expresses the ambiguous rhetorical capacity of the parenthetical insertion to serve as either a digression from or an amplification of a main theme. The parenthetical mode of the poet’s search for a main theme in this poem is mention with aligned with the transcendentalist notion as particularly expressed “life” three time.

However, he immediately starts thinking and asks himself if this is really a man’s life. He also asks himself if this is what will happen to him too, after his death. He doesn’t like this idea, because no other man knows something, or at least enough about his life. Whitman himself states that he knows little or nothing of his own life. What he knows is only a few hints, faint clues, but nothing concrete. For example I think that the “indirections” by which Whitman meetings clues to his own life is apply as well to the parenthetical indirection in this poet to me is meaning that the poem exemplifies the artistic practice, where by Whitman manages a work so that readers enter its ambiance. So if I consider the opening line of the poem, apparently designed to encourage to the new generation reader to anticipate a poem identifiable in terms of tradition. This is likely expectation is augmented by the positioning of the word “famous” after the noun it modifies.

In an importance sense, I think that the poet is his own best audience. He like any other reader of the temporary, parenthetical autobiographical reflections in his poem, only indications inside the poet “Real life” as “a few hints, a few diffused faint clews and indirections.” In fact, I apparently I often think that in the fifth line is perceived as implicit parenthetical insertion, similar to the equally intrusive “said I” earlier, then at this stage the poet does not appears to go by himself, but subtract sore-self also gives the impression of withdrawing before his search for it.

Therefore, if not even he knows enough about his life, how can a stranger write about it? In “When I read the Book”, the tone is ironic but also polemic, for Whitman is asking the readers “how and what right does another person have to write a book about my life? There are several sentences that end with life, showing how Whitman cares for it, and considers it a major theme in this poem.