Thursday, April 12, 2012

Truths of reality


The Allegory of the Cave has a constant theme of ignorance.  The prisoners are ignorant to the real world outside of the cave and are ignorant to the prisoner who escapes because they do not believe a word he is telling them.  The prisoners are pseudo-intellects, and they are trapped in their own confinements of it.  Because of the prisoners ignorance, they condemn the escapee for trying to tell them a lie- that the real world contains a sun and that all things that are seen are real. 
Truth is different for all people- the prisoners believe the images they see on the cave wall are the real objects, not just shadows of cut outs.  Reality, however, is constant.  The escapee must understand that his truths of reality are not the truths of reality that the prisoners have.  The prisoners believe what they see is the truth and what they see is real.  The escapee knows that what the prisoners see are merely shadows, but he does not understand that the shadows are the truth for the prisoners.  Neither party understands that they share the same reality but different truths of it. 
Some modern-day interpretations of truth and reality are the A Great and Terrible Beauty trilogy by Libba Bray; when Gemma goes into her other world she knows she is there but sometimes has a hard time going back to her world-to reality.  The Inkheart novels by Cornelia Funke also have a theme of distinguishing between truth and reality- characters from novels are read into the real world from the novel they were read from, but humans from Earth have just as hard a time of distinguishing between their world and the fictitious world of the novel.  Both novels have aspects of truth within the reality of the novel. 

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

The Little Mermaid: Unfolded

We all know and love The Little Mermaid; it's a Disney classic! Apparently it was originally written as a ballet. Also, when mermaids die they turn to sea foam. Hans Christian Anderson was a Danish poet and author who was very fond of fairy tales. This being said, Walt Disney was also very fond of fairy tales, adapting Anderson's version to fit Disney's vision. The differences in the two tales are:
In Anderson's tale, the royal mer-family live with their grandmother.  Disney just has the family as the father and daughters.  Anderson's laws of the ocean state that mer-people the age of fifteen may go to the surface to see what lies above, while Disney has Ariel be a rebel and go up out of mere curiosity. Both characters are of the same age when the stories take place.  A big one is in Anderson's, for he does not give his little mermaid a name, she is just referred to as the Little Mermaid. Disney made the name Ariel famous by choosing that for his mermaid. In Anderson's version, when mermaids die they cease to exist, but when humans die their soul stays eternal in Heaven.  Disney has no mention of soul or religion in his film. In Anderson's version, the Little Mermaid goes to the Sea Witch and exchanges her tongue for legs, while Ariel exchanges her voice for legs (A little less drastic, don't you think?) In Anderson's version, the Little Mermaid, once she has taken a drink of the potion that will give her legs, will never be able to return to the sea again.  Ariel has the ability to return to the sea, and will be forced back within three days if she does not receive a kiss from the handsome Prince Eric.  The Sea Witch, although taking the Little Mermaid's tongue, does give her the ability to dance like "no human has ever danced before." But, Anderson, being himself, throws in a twist and makes every step the Little Mermaid takes extremely painful, and if the Little Mermaid does not receive a kiss from the prince and marry him, she will die broken hearted and will disintegrate into sea foam. Ariel, although not graceful with legs in the beginning, finds her balance and woo's the prince with her voice-less charm and girlish curiosity. The Prince in Anderson's story is forced to marry the neighboring king's daughter, but he refuses because he does not love her and wants to marry the girl who he thinks rescued him.  This being said, the neighboring king's daughter was the one who the Prince thinks rescued him from drowning (even though it was the Little Mermaid), so he leaves the Little Mermaid and arranges a wedding for the neighboring king's daughter. Disney finds it suitable to send evil eels after the darling Ariel to prevent her kiss with Eric, and this proves successful.  Successful until the evil Sea Witch Ursala turns herself into a beautiful princess to compete with Ariel.  But then- Anderson's mermaid's heart splits in two because her prince married the neighboring princess.  If the Little Mermaid stabs her prince and let's his blood drip on her feet, she will become a mermaid again.  The Mermaid, being kind-hearted, cannot bring herself to kill the sleeping prince, so she jumps into the ocean, only to turn into a spirit because she has gained her soul.  Ariel, on the other hand, slaps the fake princess/Ursala with cake and attacks her with seagulls and other sea creatures. Ursala turns back into her hideous sea-witch self and tries to tear Ariel away from Eric, but their love is too strong, so they stab her with a ship and she pops like a balloon.  The two love birds get married, and King Triton gives them his blessing which was the icing on their cake.  The Little Mermaid, however, now as a spirit, tries to obtain her own soul by making children do good deeds, to finally be in the kingdom of God.

Anderson changed his ending, stating that children will learn and behave better if they think they will help a mermaid gain her eternal soul.  Although this was intended to be a good message, it actually creeped kids out more than make them want to behave.
So there you have it! The two tales, unfolded.

Maureen Johnson

Maureen Johnson is a friend of John Green's and no, she was not named after the character in Rent.  Regarding my last blog post, all of the internet knows I love John Green. Regarding this blog post, now all of the internet will know that I also love Maureen Johnson.  Her style, although different than Green's and rightfully so (because they are two different people), is very peppy.  Not in the stereotypical cheerleader I'm-always-happy-and-spirited kind of way, but the yes-my-books-have-happy-endings-but-it's-an-adventure-getting-to-the-happy-ending kind of way.
Johnson's protagonists have all been girls so far. All unique to the book's society, and all unique to the reader.  Some have short pixie cuts, others live on boats, one sells her soul to the devil.  See, all unique! Now, I do love Johnson's work, but there are a few criticisms I have on it.  For one, her stories are all a little predictable.  No, I am not being a hypocrite if you are thinking that my previous comment says that her books are completely unpredictable.  They are predictable, which is why it says that they all have happy endings.  By the last third of the book you tend to always know how it will end.  Her stories never seem to flow well either.  They have wonderful plots, but the transitions aren't always smooth.  My biggest question though, is why does there always have to be an attractive guy? In all of her stories, the protagonist has found a handsome man, only to be taken away from him to ANOTHER handsome man.  The ugly dudes need a shot too!\
My favorite Maureen Johnson book is 13 Little Blue Envelopes, followed by The Bermudez Triangle, then Girl at Sea.  She did a collaborative story with John Green and Lauren Myracle called Let It Snow, and it is truly wonderful. 

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Native American Folklore

My newest obsession has been Native American Folklore. I find it absolutely fascinating; the beliefs, the morals, the ways they solved problems, it's completely exotic to me. This is one of my favorite myths, describing how the lakes and tribes were formed, and the reasoning behind it.

Coyote and Wishpoosh

from the Chinook tribe 
retold by
S.E. Schlosser 
Now Wishpoosh the monster beaver lived in the beautiful Lake Cle-el-lum which was full of fish. Every day, the animal people would come to the lake, wanting to catch some fish, but Wishpoosh the giant beaver drove them away with many threats and great splashing. If they refused to leave, Wishpoosh would kill the animal people by dragging them deep into the lake so that they drowned.
Coyote was very upset at Wishpoosh for the way he treated the animal people. Coyote decided that he would kill the monster beaver and so he went to Lake Cle-el-lum with his spear tied to his wrist and started to fish. As soon as Wishpoosh saw this upstart person invading his territory, the giant beaver attacked. Coyote threw the spear and it pierced the beaver. Immediately, Wishpoosh dove to the bottom of the lake, dragging Coyote with him.
Well, Coyote and Wishpoosh wrestled and tugged and fought each other at the bottom of the lake until the sides gave way and all the water rushed out, pouring out over the mountains and through the canyons until it collected in Kittitas Valley and formed another, larger lake. Coyote and Wishpoosh burst forth into the new lake, shouting and wrestling and fighting each other with renewed vigor until the second lake gave way and the water rushed out, joining in with the waters of several rivers to form a massive lake at Toppenish.
Wishpoosh the monster beaver would not give up the fight. He bit and clawed at Coyote and tried to drown him in the massive lake. Coyote fought back fiercely, and at last the massive lake gave way, the water roared down into the meeting place of the Columbia, the Yakima, and the Snake, where it dammed up into a lake so huge none has ever seen its like before or since.
Coyote and Wishpoosh dragged at each other, pulling and tugging and ripping and biting until the dam gave way and a huge wave of water swept down the Columbia River towards the sea. Coyote and Wishpoosh were tumbled over and over again as they were swept down river in the mighty wave of water. Coyote grabbed bushes and rocks and trees, trying to pull himself out of the massive wave. By these efforts was the Columbia Gorge was formed. But Coyote could not pull himself out of the great wave and so he tumbled after Wishpoosh, all the way to the bitter waters at the mouth of the river.
Wishpoosh was furious. He was determined to beat this upstart Coyote who had driven him from his beautiful lake. The giant beaver swept all the salmon before him and ate them in one gulp to increase his strength. Then he swam out to sea with Coyote in pursuit. The monster beaver threw his great arms around a whale and swallowed it whole.
Coyote was frightened by this demonstration of the monster beaver's strength. But he was the most cunning of all the animals, and he came up with a plan. Turning himself into a tree branch, Coyote drifted among the fish until Wishpoosh swallowed him. Returning to his natural form, Coyote took a knife and cut the sinews inside the giant beaver. Wishpoosh gave a great cry and then perished.
Coyote was tired after his long fight with the monster beaver. He called to his friend Muskrat, who helped drag the body of Wishpoosh to shore. Coyote and Muskrat cut up the giant beaver and threw the pieces up over the land, thus creating the tribes of men. The Nez Perce were created from the head of the giant beaver, to make them great in council. The Cayuses were created from the massive arms of Wishpoosh, in order that they might be strong and powerful with the war club and the bow. From the beaver's ribs, Coyote made the Yakimas and from the belly the Chinooks. To make the Klickitats, Coyote used the beaver's legs, so that they would become famous for their skill in running. With the leftover skin and blood, he made the Snake River Indians who thrived on war and blood.
Thus were the tribes created, and Coyote returned up the mighty Columbia River to rest from his efforts. But in his weariness, Coyote did not notice that the coastal tribes had been created without mouths. The god Ecahni happened along just then and fixed the problem by assembling all of the coastal tribes and cutting mouths for them. Some he made too large and some he made crooked, just as a joke. This is why the mouths of the coastal tribes are not quite perfect. 

As you can see, the Native Americans are full of humor, wit, generosity, and knowledge.  Native American myths always make me question where people do come from because although their legends seem far-off, they always have a reason behind them.

Thursday, February 9, 2012

LFA vs. TFIOS

John Green. We all know and love him. The first book I read of his, Looking for Alaska, proved to be the greatest book I had ever read. Some time went by, and I had eventually read all of his published books. AND THEN- TFIOS. The Holy Grail of Holy Grails. The book of all books. The only book I have ever tracked and anticipated for MONTHS. And I cried. Well, I sobbed. It was beautiful: the way it was written, its message, the characters, the love- all of it.

In Frankum's class we have Reading Mondays. When we first started, someone had stolen LFA before I could, so I settled for The Absolutely True Diary of a Part Time Indian- a classic. Once Looking For Alaska was free, I jumped on the opportunity to grab the book. I finished the book in three Reading Mondays because it had been such a favorite of mine. But, once I thought about it, I decided it was no longer my favorite book ever. It was no longer my favorite John Green book anyone, too. Actually, it is now almost at the bottom of my John Green Book list. Let's figure out why, shall we?

The characters: developed, thoughtful, funny, but surprisingly vulgar. I'm a teenage girl. Vulgarity is what I rely on to keep my sanity. However, the entire Thanksgiving chapter dedicated to porn with surprisingly detailed descriptions of..well... all of it, bothers me. I guess I found it funny the first time I read it, but not anymore. Now it just seems immature. And, while on the topic of immaturity, the language Green decided to use also bothers me now. It didn't when I first read the book because it seemed fitting to the characters which were my age at the time. This time around, the language seemed very drastic, and, while fitting to the characters, seemed over-the-top inappropriate. I understand teenagers throw the F-word around, as well as synonyms to the words poop, pee, and butt. That being said, Green overused his ability to give his characters the freedom to curse aloud. Finally, the book didn't flow. I am honestly upset saying it, but it's true. The transitions were poor, the dialogue was choppy, and the thought processes seemed to have been written by someone who desperately wants to become a writer. So, that being said about LFA, let's discuss TFIOS.

The characters: beautiful, inspired, witty, confused, funny, the list can go on and on. The language: crude when necessary, beautiful always, funny constantly, and thoughtful consistently. The story: captivating. Inspiring. Tear-jerking. Let's be honest, this is the only book that has ever made me cry. I cried for CHAPTERS. The twists and turns of the characters emotions made me question everything I stand for. I'm not a hero. Neither are they. And yet they seem POWERFUL. Hazel is my best friend and August is the boy I know I will one day meet and fall in love with. It's inevitable. They collectively stir up emotions we didn't even know we had.

 All of this is true. It is all wonderful. John Green wouldn't be a renowned author if he didn't improve. He wouldn't have received all of the awards he has and all of the publicity that he has if he wasn't WONDERFUL. So, no, I am not completely trashing LFA. I am discussing the wonders of improvement and my love for a man who is never allowed to stop writing and publishing his art.

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Mother

"Stop crying, your face will run!"
The irony of the geisha world will forever remain a mystery to me. This quote embodies the true aspects of geisha: your face is not your face; your makeup is your face. Your Mother is your controller until she dies or until you do (socially, that is). Your Sister is the only one who matters, "If your honorable sister tells you to cut your leg, you cut your leg." And if you are publicly humiliated by a neighboring geisha, it is your duty to take revenge.
Memoirs of a Geisha is one of my favorite novels. The thing that really gets me is all of the metaphors. They take over the entire story. What woman is genius enough and smart enough and beautiful enough to be interviewed sixty years after the fact and STILL remember all that had happened to her?  A genius woman, that's who.
This novel was written by a Jewish boy from New York about the life of a real geisha.  Her memories are tapped into and expressed in a way that cannot be mistaken for any but her own. She refused to have the book published until after her death, but the beauty of the novel is the fact that it is written in such a modern way, you assume this character has been alive since the beginning of time and is immortal. Once you finish the book, you want to run to NYC to her little restaurant and meet her and tell her how wonderful of a woman she is, but you can't.  This was the hardest realization for me to grasp after I finished this novel.  I wanted to meet this magnificent woman, but she has been gone for many years now.
It doesn't matter- I've met this woman many times throughout her life, seeing in on how everything is going. It's a relief to know that I can meet her anew every time I open the book.

The Utterly Honest Journal of a Temporary Native American

So, I read this book in probably seventh grade for the first time. I thought it was utter genius. I read it again this year about three weeks before Christmas because I needed a book to read for Reading Mondays in Creative and Critical. I could not believe I forgot how good this book is. I mean, what teenager doesn't want to read about bulimic girls and bullying best friends, silent-to-violent basketball games, and cutting an Indian's ponytail off (NEVER cut off an Indian's ponytail, it is their pride and joy. They actually WASH them).
To be honest, my favorite aspect of the entire book is the cartoons. They progressively get better throughout the novel and each one brings more and more sarcasm to the situation. I mean, what teen would draw a cartoon of a special guest at his grandmothers FUNERAL just to mock him. One who has no shame.
In the end, the boy gets the girl, the family becomes rich, the sister becomes successful, and the grandmother comes back to life.
Nah, I'm totally kidding.
I suggest this book to all people who want a quick read with lots of pictures. I promise you won't feel like a first grader looking at a picture book full of racoons. These pictures are MUCH more entertaining than racoons.