Thursday, May 23, 2019
Bank holiday
I have read the story under the title Bank Holiday by Katherine Mansfield. Speaking active the precedent, I should say that Katherine Mansfield was born In New Zealand In 1888. Katherine Is a New Zealand writer and she Is known by her short stories which deal with human nature and psychology. This Is a philosophical story for a discerning reader who has to read amid the lines.Giving the reader a chance to see somebody else s internal life, presented directly and indirectly, the author at the same time does not provide any answers to the questions that one asks himself. The author seems to grant the reader a chance to make out leave to doubt and disagree with what he concludes and infers. Being imposing, shes at the same time pretty unobtrusive which definitely, makes a merit of the story. The story under reflexion is narration interlaced with descriptive passages.This story is ironical when the author shows regret, displeasure and annoyance of the situation. The author shows us Inconsistence way of life opposite representatives of social classes. In this story details play the main role, the Ironical description of their clothes, the grey-headed Oman the author reserved detachment and metaphor, he compares old women with old dusty pin-cushions. by the choice of the words, the author uses for main characters description, we can easily understand the authors attitude to them.The author criticizes them. The plot of the short story relies on the internal conflict between the bear on and society. The action of the story occurred in the street during celebrating the holiday. The story under analysis is a third-person narrative. The story is about a festival, which involves a big crowd of People from all different social lasses, to spend a Good time together and enjoy themselves. The main problem that story touches upon Is about lots unwillingness to improve their life, to achieve something kick downstairs.The character of the story Is a middle-class cr owd, miserable people described with bitterness who haven achieve anything just now remained the past old times. There Is no action and the events are trivial but we understand the unhappiness of the existence of the crowd. On the one hand their life is dynamic but its concentrated on trivial events, nothing important, all these people remained in the past. This life is concentrating on some talking, that its nothing important. The author is disguised.The crowd is presented by different people, but all of them are similar in their world view, besides poor clothes they are illiterate. The way people spill the lemonade they spill their lives. The author addresses to the reader Look out Dont spill your own lives. She described people without any future. The story falls into three logically connected protrudes. The first part of the story is taken up the introduction of the crowd, on the one hand they are different people, but all of them havent any future.The story presents some pict ures and the flirts of them Is crowd, people who are quite and who understanding the music . Then It presents children. They might have had something better but they havent an opportunity to develop In such society. There a lot of detachments, so the author underlines all the details not to miss anything. Alliteration in the sentence and is dissolved, and the crowd scatters, mobbing slowly up the hill produces ingrain on the reader. The author uses a lot of verbs dodging, nudging, talking To show the aggressiveness of the situation.The subject of the depiction in the second part is a fair, during which people plow ugly things and it metaphorically shows. This fact proves the ugliness of the crowds existence The story reaches the climax by gradation. The crowd rise top on the hill and it seems that something must diversify but everything remains the same and they continue to live a useless life. The idea of the text can be state as follows the author is seek to convince the read er that people must not waste their life. Every person has a chance for a better life, but he does it better by himself.
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