Cathedral- Quote

“Imagine a woman who could never see herself as she was seen in the eyes of her loved one. A woman who could go on day after day and never receive the smallest compliment from her beloved.”

This quote from Cathedral best exemplifies the story and one character’s predetermined expectations of the blind. It shows that the character, the narrator, has a shallow view on the world, that he views things such as love and beauty as face value. He does not quite understand things, but he accepts them for what that appear to be on the surface, that those attributes are the most important. Through the progression of the story, this character learns from his wife’s blind friend Robert. The narrator becomes more aware of the depth of places he once thought he knew and sees the world differently by not seeing at all. 


Zog 19- Evaluation

Zog 19 is an alien from another planet who finds himself in the body of a farmer on Earth. Zog-19 His new identity as Mr. McGinty proves to be a trial due to the differences between life on Earth and Zog 19’s planet. The story is supposed to be a science fiction romance following Zog-19’s adaptation to human life on Earth without anyone becoming suspicious, while simultaneously figuring out how his mission will save the end of his planet in the future. However, the story is not well organized.

The concept of the story is creative and unique, but the layout of the story could be improved upon. It incorporate the past, present and future of more than one character, but it is presented in an order that leaves the reader in a daze of confusion. The flow is choppy at best, switching and alternating between time, planet and characters at what seem to be random moments. The story is told in a somewhat backward manner, to the point where the author even breaks down the wall the story has built and speaks directly to the confused reader, “Probably by this point you have questions. How is it possible to know what will happen to the Zogs in the year 2347? That might be one of the questions. Easy. The Zogs have seen the future. They have seen the past, too. They watch it the way we watch television. Zog science makes it possible.”. If the story can’t be read without help from the author, then the story needs revision to stand on it’s own.

Window (story of an hour)

She hung up the phone with excitement almost radiating off of her like a loud perfume. Mrs. Murry had spent the last hour callling all of her friends and family, telling them the great news that her son had shared with her over the phone two hours ago. Her son was engaged to be married to his girlfriend of three years. Mrs. Murry had been in tears of joy as she spoke on the phone. Her husband was still at work and she found herself home alone again, wishing she could interrupt his busy day to share the great news. She went across her bedroom and sat in the seat of her bay window, legs stretched out across the floral cushion. She remembered sitting there with her son when he was a boy. They would sit and look at the planes fly over head.

The sky was now grey, overcast with the hints of a storm brewing in the east. The trees stood tall and naked, their leaves scattered across the sidewalk. A squirrel sat in the tree parallel to the window where Ms. Murry sat excited and contemplating the wedding of her only son. Her train of thought was broken by a group of small children across the street playing in the yard screaming. One of them had hidden himself in a pile of leaves and jumped out, chasing the others around the yard.

The leaves, with all of their warm colors, covered the yards and the streets almost like a painting. Adding color where there would soon be none.  A plane passed by overhead. The airport was only a ten minute drive away, the sounds of planes cutting through the wind had often filled the house. The children outside all stopped and pointed at the plane with smiles across their faces. As Ms. Murry watched the children below marvel at the plane, she thought back to her own son. Her face, tired and worn from her many years of teaching, was suddenly wet with tears that slowly found their way from her sorrowful brown eyes. She leaned her head against the window, her thin fingers tracing the window frame into a familiar shape. Her son had once sat on her lap and drawn a heart with his tiny toddler fingers in the condensation of the window.

Her happiness began to recede into the depths of her mind as sorrow slowly creeped its way into her heart. It was if a shadowy figure had reached out from the darkest corners of her mind and held her heart in its hands, squeezing it with tremendous force. Tears streamed from her face, dripping onto the sleeve of her shirt. Her body began to shake as she began to cry more violently, throwing her hands to her face.