OXFORD BOOK OF ENGLISH SHORT STORIES Essay
MARY MANN, LITTLE BROTHER
The story portrays rural life in a little Norfolk village, in the 1890s. It describes the visit of a character (maybe spinster) to a woman who has just given birth to a stillborn baby. At first she visits the husband, Mr.Hodd, and she enters his world made up just of poverty: with his eldest boy he’s cutting turnips. The family already has twelve children, and they’re very poor. When the narrator visits Mrs.Hodd’s house, she finds out that the dead baby is not in his little bed, and his little brothers are playing with his corpse, like a doll. very attentive description, full of details (turnip-house), not useful for the story, they just portray the real aspect of …show more content…
Coincidence and fate are the real protagonists, quoted all over the story
Reminds me of “The curious incident of the dog in the night-time”, Haddon. Because of the trip through the city (similar) and the strange fears of childhood (vs Asperger disorder)
JOHN FULLER, TELEPHONE
The plot of this very short story is really simple: a freeloader is spending some time at a friend’s house, drinking vodka and reading his letters. When the phone rings, he wonders whether to answer it or not.
He analyzes very attentively the thoughts that all of us can have during a spare moment. All the considerations that come to our mind without logical progression. I’ve found it interesting to see how he leads the conscience of his character through the various reflections.
JOHN FULLER, MY STORY
It is really difficult to summarize this short story because it doesn’t actually have a plot. It is very similar to the previous, because it gives you the idea that the author is trying to fix those messy thoughts that suddenly come to us. The narrator picks here and there some episodes from different historical periods and puts them together to create one big story. Personal life combines with History and Myth and the result is a work of art of extraordinary cohesion.
Reflection about narration and the impossibility for us to see our life as a narration: we are IN it, we’re