Golden or wicked times, the presence of order or crimes. The Ark, sure there was, all but swept with water claws. Antediluvian. Antediluvian. There were many people building the mighty…
Remember that one time you stayed too long, you had one too many drinks, you thought jumping that fence would look awesome. Nobody? Just me? Really? FYI, It did look…
'Vain trifles as they seem, clothes have, they say, more important offices than to merely keep us warm. They change our view of the world and the world's view of us.' - Virginia Woolf
Like Everyman, I am short in temper. When I snap I blow like an explosion. To detonate, a blow which can sunder, all the mighty world, is (a) soul's corrosion.…
Throughout the period of three years, we follow the main character from his childhood years, from his decision to take up painting as a profession to breaking free from traditional Japanese art and producing propaganda work. Like Stevens from The Remains of the Day”, Ono is not a reliable narrator. We are a given only pieces of a puzzle and only if we read between the lines are we on the right path to understand Ono as a man who “wanted so badly to make a grand contribution”, a man who had ambition to produce “work that will be a significant contribution to the people of (our) nation”.
This is a heart-rending story of big expectations, secret hopes and immense disappointments. Esther Greenwood, Plath’s invented persona, feels trapped inside the dreary world that surrounds her. It is as if she’s living under a bell jar. On her road from adolescence to adulthood, she is lost since she has no hand to guide her. Poetry may be the only thing that could protect her from her suicidal tendencies. Undoubtedly, Plath’s persona is so realistic and relatable that the readers cannot help but empathize with her.
We are all slaves to false advertisement and what to do and how to do it. But one particular thing that influences almost everyone, and I do mean everyone, is…