Blog-5

June 14, 2011

“The idea that this whole fabric of famous fabrication was real so established itself in his mind that no history in the world was truer for him.” (Cervantes 27)

                 He spent many most of his time reading fiction.  This meant that he wasn’t out in the world experiencing things for himself.  He spent his time reading and imaging.  The things he read, he believed to be true.  That were so real to him, just like history is real for everyone else.  The real history that everyone knows didn’t compare to the history of fiction in his mind.  The “fabrication” was more real to him.  Nothing “was truer for him”.  However it doesn’t say whose truth it is.  Is it the characters truth or the historical truth.  A lot of fictional stories has a real historical basis.  “Fabric” is a tangle things and books are just that.  However history is in the pas and isn’t physically tangable.  He also gets very lost in a dream world.  Fiction is all about dreaming and using one’s imgination.  Is he trying to make fiction and dreaming a reality?

Work Citied

De Cervantes, Miguel. Don Quixote of La Mancha. New York: Signet Classic, 1964. Print

Blog-4

June 14, 2011

                “Be careful!”, screamed Momma Rob as we walked out the door.  He had the keys in his hand and we were ready to go.  It was rare that his mother let us use her car.  See, she had no problem with it.  Personally I think she liked it when Rob used her car.  Late at night or what seemed like the middle of the night his sister would always need a ride home from somewhere.  She loved staying out late with friends, which meant Momma Rob would have to stay up late just to pick her up from whatever party she was at.  Having the car meant Momma Rob was able to call it an early night knowing we would bring her home safely.  It was Poppa Rob who had a problem.  I could hear his voice echoing in my head, “He’s not insured to drive that car, God only knows what’s going to happen.”  See Poppa Rob has the bedtime of a seven yea old, and once he’s out, he’s done for the night.  What goes on between eight in the evening and seven in the morning he shall never know.

                  As we walked to the car, we decided what resteraunt we were going to go to.  About a  ten minute drive from his house and we would be there.  We got into the car, I was sitting in the passenger seat as my boyfriend drove the car.  We hoped on the highway and were smooth sailing to my favorite place to eat.  We were stuck in the slow lane, all the way to the right and couldn’t get over.  Every car was driving side by side.  My boyfriend kept checking his mirrors hoping he would be able to squeeze into the next lane.  Out of no where a tiny black car is speeding up and dipping in and out of lanes.  Peering my head back I watched him go from the far left lane into the middle lane and cut a guy off.  We were in the next lane right next to that guy.

                    “Shit!  What are you doing?  Why are you driviIng away?”  I screamed.  The car was moving fowards.  “Pull over!”  I look over my boyfriend was shaking and sweating, I could see the look of fear in his eyes.  My heart was pounding so fast, I don’t even know if I was screaming. 

                    After a moment he spoke.  “Theydidn’t hit us.  He just missed us, crazy.”  I watched the little black car go from the far right, into the middle lane, cutting my neighbor off.  The black car had no room, just fit and was speeding.  At the last minute he slammed on his breaks.  A four car pile up right next to me.  The noise of all cars smacking into eachother was intense.  So powerful I thought we defintly were involved.  It couldn’t have been more than  a foot or two that seperated our car.  Our neighbor driving in the middle lane car got destroyed.  I saw the whole car get compacted inbetween the little black car and the car behind him.  It was no more than a flash before my eyes.  We were slowly driving away. 

               “If anything happens to my car, divorce.  Your father will kill me.” said Momma Rob many times as we were walking out the door.  I thought it was over.  It’s just a car, it can be fixed, however this time Poppa Rob would have found out what happens when he shuts his eyes at night.  We drive slow, careful, in the end there will always be that little black car who destroys everything.

Blog-3

June 12, 2011

          The story, “She Lived in a Story” by Guillermo Samperio was very interesting.  His style if writing was a little hard to follow because he keeps changing the point of view.  The story made me think and question what was going on.  This kept my attention and is what I really enjoyed about the story.  Stories within stories are very unique and interesting; there are so many things to examine and look at.  The end gets a little crazy when the two characters meet and walk away hand in hand.  This pary of the tale chanllenged the reader to understand what is going on.  The title of the story caught my attention right away; it foreshadowed what was to come in the tale.  Segovia uses a lot of literary devices in his writing including metaphors.  His archieturce metaphor was written very well and was very interesting to think about.  I think the story would have been better if the names of teh characters were diffferent.  I’m sure Segovia had an intention in using the same names when writing the story, however it made it confussing to follow.  If the names were altered the story would have been more clear.  Overall I really liked this story; never reading anything liek this before.  It made me think and challenge myself in a whole new way.

Blog-2

June 12, 2011

          “I write that he writes a story that I live in.” (Samperio 60) This quote can be very confusing, one might have to re-read this sentence a few times to understand it.  Ofelia is a made up character who is writing about a story about Guillermo.  In this tale Guillermo writes a story that Ofelia is the author, she’s writing the story, and she’s the character.  Ofelia lives in what she writes.  If one breaks down the sentence one can see that this is Samperio’s way of distinguishing characters from real people.  Samperio is a real person, and since she is a character she can’t write about a real person.  This is a clear distinction that Samperio makes between fictional discourse and reality.  The story, “She Lived in a Story” is constantly changing the point of view and the tense that is being used.  Ofelia is a character who is completly aware she is being watched, this is how she can change teh narration.  This is the major difference between Ofelia and Segovia; she is assertive and takes control which can make her seem as if she isn’t a character in the story.  After reading this quote a few times one can simply break it down.

Work Citied

Gibbons, Reginald., ed. New Writing from Mexico. Evanston, IL: TriQuarterly Northwestern

                University, 1992. Print.

Blog-1

June 12, 2011

          “A house and a story should be solid, functional, necessary, lasting.” (Samperio 55)  Houses and stories should both have a clear point.  Houses are meant for people to live in; they have a clear and solid function.  Stories are meant to be read, however people can live in stories.  When one is reading a story they can get lost and live in the story for a few hours.  A house and a story should be timeless.  Homes should last for many years; if built sturdy and solid.  Books need to be clear so the reader can understand what is going on.  Places of living and novels need to be used in order to get something out of them.  Both are wasted if no one uses them.  However everything should have a purpose.  Everything in the novel should be relevant, and everything in the home should be functional.  This quote explains what stories and houses are supposed to do.

Work Citied

Gibbons, Reginald., ed. New Writing from Mexico. Evanston, IL: TriQuarterly Northwestern

                 University, 1992. Print.

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