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Friday, February 10, 2017

Round Characters in Greasy Lake

When conceive spirits in stories they foot all be viewed as like a shot or cycle; in this way flat ripenncy characters that have no sort through and through the degree and ar usually uncomplicated in understanding who they are as a memorializeer and round in contrast meaning that they are complex and veer through out(p) the story, whether it may be relatively large or small. The storyteller in the story is a part of a conviction where being foul was believed cool by those of the adolescence age group. His character is framed in the beginning when he says, We were bad. We read Andre Gide and struck elegant poses to tell that we didnt give a mark about any issue (P 1). This quote is stiff to the plot because it shows the reader that if they were rattling the bad characters they were trying to be so they wouldnt be trying so badly doing all these things that arent up to now bad, which is apparent by the dying of the story.\nThe first change of the narrators chara cter is when he take notes the body of whom we later find out to be Al in the lake. Prior to this fortuity he and his friends were joking some and being the average adolescents of the time but they made the maltreat mistake of flashing lights at the wrong person and end up getting into a fight with a very(prenominal) bad greasy character who actually is bad and then they try to rape a girl. When the narrator tries to swim through the lake to get forth from the sensitive attackers that pull up he runs into the dead body, which then starts to elicitation a change in the narration and strays away from the exalted of being bad. The only thing he wants to do at this point is get away from Greasy Lake and more importantly that dead body.\nWhen he and his friends though finally regroup you can see though that the encounter had affected them all in a way. When Digby and Jeff come out of the woods the narrator depict that they slouched across the lot, looking sheepish, and wordl essly came up beside me to gape at the ravaged ...

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