Thursday, September 18, 2008
Imitating the Great Writers (London or Shields)
Put your own setting example here that imitates the style and structure of the two examples given to you in class today. Try to write as close an imitation as you can. Describe any setting you wish in any way that works! Please complete before next class so we can admire your work . . .
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Imitating the Master Carol Shields in her novel, Unless
A thunder threateningly claped in the sky, and the dim sunlight through the heavy cloud sunddenly
disappeared. The room was dark; it could have been a historic exhibition room of an old museum from my parents’ generation, a place of mouldy smell, rusty metals, inscribed boards hung on the walls, worn gowns and crowns, hovering around, the spirits of the dead.
-61 words
-Imitating first example of setting from the novel Unless, Carol Shields-
The air tight breeze in the air, and the dim light was very eerie. One section of the airplane was unchanging; the section could have been a used car from my parent’s generation, a place of disgusting smell, a rotten metal, broken fenders taped to the car, worn handles and seats, rising in the air.
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Imitating master’s setting piece
(-- Jack London, White Fang):
Tamed fir wilted on both sides of the trail. The trees had scorched by a recent wild fire and stripped off all the green, and they seemed to tumble down the blackened trail. A vast blue sky appeared over the desolated.
Imitating master Jack London- White Fang
The white water lilies nodded their heads to signal each other. The flowers had been leaned toward each other as though they were supporting each other, and they seemed to line up in neat lane, soggy and fresh, in the sunlight. Their heads swayed in a friendly unison
The pollution invaded the whole city, and too much dirty dust squeezed in like a ghost through the windows. The room was quiet; it could have been an ordinary person’s apartment from my own age, a place of wood floor, high-backed sofa, oil painting copies, pot plants at the corner, a top lap on the desk, covering with nothing but dust.
—61 words
The stars sparkled in the sky, and gleaming beam of lights splashed into the grand parvis. The dooryard was obscure; it could have been a hereditary of a Chinese noble family from Qing Dynasty, a place of stainless hardwood furniture, carved fish pond, jade-inlays birdcage hung on the pillar, immersed with opium and savory, rising smog of sandalwood.
A thick fog extended its darkness all over the lonely room. There was a horrible feeling of hostility, between two people who turned their backs against each other, but remained close. Nothing seemed to be in place, Dirty books on top of the bed, dirty socks on the computer table, and dishes with food residues on top of the night table. An old, dusty stereo in the right corner of the room was playing slow American ballads, and the sound of these people silence was an axe blow in the air.
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imitating based on second example setting
Lovely daffodils nodded on both sides of the quiet street. The flowers had been divested by a tender breeze of their shining dewdrops, and they seemed to smile at each other, gold and happy, in the bright sunlight. A delightful scent spread over the land.
imitating based on second example setting
The dust storm howled along its way to sweep the city. The houses trembled, the trees had been bowed, and they seemed to be scared to dead, desperate and devastating, in the morning. The cloud of dark dust controlled the whole world.
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Imitating based on the novel “Unless”
A foggy cold atmosphere, and the barely visible lights from the car just ahead. The car is in complete silence; it could only have been from a hotter recreational place, tanned skin now covered by sweaters, happy faces have become preoccupied, children asleep lying one on another, a deflated pool- ball in the floor, snacks on the passenger’s legs.
Imitating the Canadian author, Carol Shields, in her novel, Unless
A lonely laneway walked around the walls, and the metropolis high-rises hide behind the brick stone house. The place was isolated; it could only have been Shanghai from the golden era of 1920’s. A place of richest merchants, poorest beggars, posters glued to the walls, passing decades of legendary charm.
Imitating Jack London in his novel White Fang
Playful children frolicked on either side of the stone-brick alley. The place had been washed by the age of eight decades, and it seemed to be separated from the rest of the world, unique and ancient in the fading era. The spirit of ancestor hovered over the land.
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