MHS AP English '06-'07

Monday, October 01, 2007

E-asier Than E-Prime??

I was just thinking about the E-Prime discussion in class today and how hard it would be to actually take steps towards totally eliminating "to be" from human vocabulary.
My view is that instead of eliminating "to be" and using E-Prime words, why don't we just keep "to be" in our vocabulary the way it is now but just explain what "to be" actually means. Someone mentioned that any sort of movement would have to start with very young children and this is true. My view is that we should teach them how to say "to be" like we always have but explain to them that although you're saying "be" it's not an equals sign. It's merely an agreement based on past experiences and observations. Ex: Don't to remind yourself to say "This flower appears to be blue" as opposed to "This flower is blue" in front of your kids. Tell them that "This flower is blue...but by is I mean....bla bla bla." Instead of using E-Prime we should merely help each other understand better what we actually mean when we say some form of "to be." What do you think?

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

HP7--the Laz Review

It should go without saying that if you haven't yet read HP7, you might not want to read any further--I'm not going to spare the details. Also, if your passion for the series is so deep-rooted that you cannot be at all objective (that is to say, if my perspective will risk wounding you--nay, even offending you!) then this post is not for you.

I reiterate: While I think Rowling's HP series is very good as children's literature, the difference between it and "Great Literature" that will stand the test of time and find equal meaning for both child and adult audiences is pretty huge--in fact, I'd go so far as to say insurmountable.

If the crowd in attendance at the midnight premiere was any indication, I'd hazard a guess that the primary readership demographic is middle-school aged (preteen/young teen) girls. That does not mean others cannot find value and meaning in HP--but I'm hard pressed to identify what the series can do for an adult audience that other books (read: better developed, more complicated, greater depth) can't. Possibilities? Recapturing youth, for one--Rowling does understand the essentials of the adolescent dilemma. HP is about coming to maturity--the magic and mystery are just the window dressing for this core archetypal challenge. Minus the wands and robes and house-elves and life-or-death battles, it's the same old song we've been singing for thousands of years. And of course there's nothing wrong with that! We'll keep telling that story--and others like it--for as long as we need to, for as long as they still prove instructive. Adults may want to immerse themselves in a world where the decisions the characters face are ones the readers have already mastered--there's a certain reaffirmation value there. It renews the sense that the current generation of young people are not so very far removed after all. Or to create a feeling of belonging--in a world where society is becoming increasingly fragmented, and the individuals increasingly isolated, cultural bombshells like this become touchstones by which disenchanted adults can shake off their disconnectedness for a while. Remember Hawyakawa's principles on the value of language as social cohesion! For a week or so, HP fans felt drawn together--united by their common bond. They had something new to talk about, an excuse to be something other than their daily selves.

HOWEVER...

I don't think this final volume was particularly brilliant, even accounting for my overall opinion of the series. But as you might expect, there were a number of elements that disappointed me with this volume as a work of literature. Here are some of my key points (I won't try to be comprehensive):

1. I have always been a little bit bothered by the narrative style. Is it a valid choice? Certainly--nothing technically wrong with third-person limited (or the fact that Rowling chooses calculated moments--see the first chapter in each book!--to deliberately violate it in order to extend our understanding of events). Her reasoning is also sound--if his is a journey toward maturity that recapitulates our own, then we are likewise restricted in our perspectives. We cannot know what anyone else is doing if we can't see them, or thinking if they don't tell us. Quite frankly, however, I simply got tired of it after 7 volumes. I hazard that Rowling did as well--thus the gradual inclusion of the two-way link between HP and Voldemort, which provided a more 3rd-person omniscient perspective that relieved some of the tedium.

2. The Battle of Hogwarts--disappointing. I do not think that strategic battle-writing is Rowling's skill area. Admittedly, such writing is quite difficult to do, and there are few who can present such chaotic action in a way that truly defines the moment well--consider as counterpoint Tolkien's writing of the Moria, Helm's Deep, or the Pelennor Fields (a completely fair comparison, BTW--I first read The Hobbit in 5th grade, and LOTR in middle school). But more than just the quality of those chapters--there was a philosophical edge noticeably missing. I remember the Sorting Hat scene from one of the early volumes, when the Hat recited a poem about how the time would come when each of the Houses would have to set aside their rivalries and join together for the common good, making use of the individual skills, traits and characteristics that prompted their placement to begin with. So while they school did come together (for the most part) to defend against the Death Eaters, that total unity, with full philosophical understanding--we are at our strongest when all 4 of these innately human values work together--did not occur. I wanted someone--Harry? Minerva? Neville! Anyone!--to look at the assemblage and say "We are more than our Houses--the things that tie us together are stronger than the things that separate us--in fact, we need to recognize our differences in order to find our bond together!" Instead--we got three houses of Griffs, with bravery triumphant as the highest virtue. And Slytherin, which represents values no less human and no less significant, became the cast-out stepchild. There was no growth! No change! No reaching across the aisle, to bring the school together! And no recognition from Slytherin's side to say, wait, we know this is wrong, no matter who founded the House. Instead, a reluctant Slughorn relents to the demands of his colleagues, and Pansy Parkinson is utterly unrepentant. There are no Slytherin students named during the final battle, and no recognition that any of them perished in Hogwart's defense. I find this to be a grave mistake...

Certainly--there are unrepentant elements within our own society. Didn't Henry Ford uphold the wisdom of isolationist policies, and decry the US entry into WWII? But HP isn't history--it's fiction, reflecting reality--but as archetype, it is also instructive. Where is the higher virtue of forgiveness and the appeal to solidarity? This is a rift that remains, even to the end--witness the train station +19 years, as Harry and Draco catch each other's eyes. What lesson does this inculcate into the young readers' minds? That there are some people we just refuse to forgive? We'd prefer to ignore them, to bottle up our feelings about them and leave our issues unresolved, to fester inside of us? That sounds an awful lot like a lifetime of psychotherapy bills.

3. Speaking of Draco--I can only hope Rowling at least considered doing this character more justice, before she ruined one of the best opportunities the story had to make a real and elegant point. In the end, the good characters were always good (even when they were in disguise, i.e. Snape) and the evil characters always evil (and I don't see Kreatur counting--he is only loyal to the one he calls Master, and Harry was clever enough to renew his loyalty for Sirius's brother). If there was ONE out of the bunch who should have been allowed to fully realize the error of his ways, it was Draco. He witnessed what he believed was the murder of Dumbledore, saw the unfathomable cruelty of Voldemort, saw the humiliation of his own family--yet was left in limbo, suffering no outward physical or social punishment, but likewise unredeemed. To give that development to Draco would have catapulted the level of the story into profoundly more significant territory--Draco then becomes an archetypal figure as well--the "Vader" character who falls into darkness, but through his own action struggles back up to achieve some level of vindication and redemption for himself. No doubt there are legions of Draco fans out there who are VERY cross with his final portrayal.

4. One more for the road--the epilogue. Perhaps the MOST unsatisfying aspect of all. Could Rowling have left out any MORE critical developmental details? Let's see...in the 2 preceding volumes, much exposition was expended on the subject of everyone's potential future careers--passing the OWLS & NEWTS, deciding on courses, etc. This was perfect--what high school student doesn't spend time thinking (worrying) about where they're headed in life?

THEN HOW IS IT THAT THE BOOK ENDS AND WE HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA WHERE THEY'VE ENDED UP? How can you make SUCH a big deal out of academic and career choices, only to ignore them completely at the end? I'm hard pressed to even come up with a logical reason for this omission. Out of the multitude of characters we've known through 7 volumes, only Neville gets mentioned as having a job? (and we can all honestly say we could easily have called that one!) I'ts incredibly bad that we have no idea where Harry's and Ron's lives have taken them--but I think it might even be worse for Ginny, positively atrocious for Hermione, and I'll add Luna on as well (in a way, her insult was the worst of all--she's not even mentioned!) Hermione, and Ginny to a little lesser extent, were profoundly positive female role models--intelligent, dedicated, courageous, and loyal. Yet, even Hermione, touted as the greatest witch of her age, is reduced to Harry's baby-maker! I am personally infuriated by this tragic misdeed--and considering the demographic I mentioned at the top of this post, Rowling should be ashamed to have added such a worthless coda for charcters that have such profound impact.

My son actually brought this last point up, and I agreed with him--why is it that we have no knowledge of how the wizarding community has changed after almost 20 years? Rowling dared to broach matters of real social importance--racial discrimination and power imbalances, for example, with the goblins, centaurs, house-elves, etc.--yet the epilogue does not give us any sense that the wizarding world has changed at all--in fact, we have an affirmation of status quo! We're back at King's Cross, sending another trainload of youngsters to Hogwart's. What stopped Rowling from putting an elf or goblin on that train as well? Another wasted opportunity--what did Rowling fear? After all that development on the subject--since book 2!--she couldn't put a sock on it at last? (a deliberate house-elf reference--my apologies).

What I fear--she's got $$ in her eyes. Some media outlet has made her an offer; my guess is it's the comic industry, which is hot-to-trot with the latest boom in graphic novels. There's room for at least 3 series: pre-Harry "Legends of Hogwarts"...the 19 year gap...and "Hogwarts: The Next Generation." I'm also not ruling out TV (animated half-hour? or hour-long primetime a la "Smallville"?)

So, there's my rant. I've thrown down the gauntlet--who's out there to pick it up?

LAZ

Sunday, June 17, 2007

Final

Well for those of us that have to take the final...wait thats everybody....just thought this would be a good place to post any questions if you are actually attempting to study for it....

I guess I'm just wondering about the poetry essay. Do you think we'll need to look at it and be like oh duh this is a 'sestina' written in iambic tetrameter etc... Or is it more content based? Or am I going to get hte answer that we have gotten all year "Be sure to include both structure and content in you analysis (weave them togehter carefully...)

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Monday, June 11, 2007

Dracula

A place for general discussion and questions

It really bothers me when characters do what they obviously shouldn't. For instance, in scary movies when its dark and stormy and they HAVE to go into the dark and gloomy house. Who in their RIGHT MINDS would do this?? Wouldn't Johnathan have more common sense and heed all of the warnings given to him by the townspeople in the begining? I fing this trend very odd, and know that I, myself, would never have gone had a complete stranger sunk to their knees and begged me not to go while a crowd of others were murmering words such as werewolf, vampire, hell, witch, and Satan. Comments?

Charlotte

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Thursday, June 07, 2007

12 HOUR READ-A-THON = FUNNNNNNNNNN

Okay so, I just wanted to let you guys know where I live.

My address is: 401 Parry Drive.
In case you can't find my house, my number is: 231-0405. I'll help you get here/

So from Main Street. Go down the street across from Passeriello's. That's High Street. Its just a really short street. Take a left onto Prospect. The second right is Parry which is my street. My house is the first corner of the 3rd block on the left side.

I guess I'll expect people starting at like 10:30? So that you're definitely there on time and everything. Remember to be on time!! He won't let anyone in late!!

For dinner, I figure the best solution would be to have pizza. If you guys can just bring like 3 dollars for pizza so that my parents don't have to put down a bunch of money, that'd be wonderful.

We have enough chairs for everyone. But I guess if you're picky about where you'll be sitting, bring your own chair. There will be a chair for you to sit in though, so don't bring one unless you have to. We definitely won't need any extra chairs just chilling.

CAN'T WAIT TO READ WITH YOU GUYS FOR 12 HOURS!! IT'LL BE A BLAST!!

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Sunday, June 03, 2007

More Frankenstein

This is sort of random, but I just thought it might create an interesting discussion. I was telling my dad about how there were doubts surrounding whether or not Mary Shelley actually wrote all of Frankenstein, and he dismissed them, saying how those doubts arose simply because of sexism and an underestimation of female abilities. So I was wondering if you think these doubts are accurate or are they simply sexist statements?
~Aviva

Friday, June 01, 2007

And When Shall We Three Meet Again?

Prologue


We dig.

If I am ever so fortunate to be allowed to leave, the ever-inquisitive world will no doubt ask me what I did for all these long years in prison. How does a convict spend their day, they will ask. And I will tell them:

We dig.

A convict sentenced to a twenty-year sentence of hard labor can do a powerful lot of digging. In my 12 years on the chain gang, we have dug every possible manner of hole. Post holes for fences. Ditches for highway drainage. Trenches for sewer lines. Soil aeration. Wells. Foundations.

We dig. All day. Every day. We come to know the varied character of the ground, its forms and feelings. After all, we are born to tread upon it, until such time as we are prepared to return to it, to dwell within it. The earth is all we know, and considering our present circumstance, all we need to know.

But even though this unbreakable monotony of shovels and barrows and swinging picks feels eternal, there is still hope. This is not one frozen moment in time. We do not languish; we crawl forward, one mound of dirt at a time, toward the distant light of freedom. And when we reach it, we can at last make good on the vow we have all uttered more than once: to never dig another hole as long as we live.

I would like to tell you I remember every hole I ever dug, but that would be a straight-up lie. There have been so many--hundreds? thousands?--they are all one in my mind.

All except the One. The One I remember. The One I will always remember.

Every prison has some reward for good behavior. Depending on its population, inmates might receive additional privileges during meals, or in the exercise yard. Some prisons established programs with dog trainers, where inmates would learn the basic techniques, then be given a puppy to raise--hoping, of course, that this would lead to an interest outside of crime, thus furthering the process of Rehabilitation.

Our reward was the Braw Pond Archeological Dig.

It must have been some official's idea of a truly hilarious joke: the diggers could earn time away from their pickaxes in the ditches and foundations, exchanging them for dental picks and toothbrushes alongside the local college students.

I never saw the humor in it myself, but I won't deny there was always a definite feeling of relief to see my name on the Braw Pond list.

Of course, it stands to reason that we make the best discoveries by accident. How often do we ever really find what we're looking for? It's when we stop looking and open ourselves up to the whim and whimsy of the universe that those treasured secrets are revealed.

And, oh, Mother, was it ever a treasure.

The short version: I was lugging another bucket of "clean" dirt away from the dig site to the dump pile when the ground gave way beneath me. No one had known anything about a building ever having been on that spot, but I had clearly found its cellar. Evidently, while the whisper-soft footfalls of scrawny collegiate types were OK, my burly convict's body was more than that unseen ancient structure could bear.

It wasn't much of a drop--just enough be break my ankle (another blessing--that meant transfer to the hospital ward, and no digging until the break was healed). And that break meant no one was paying close enough attention (how could they, with me screaming bloody murder, and half of the day's students body-checking each other to get a look into my discovery, hopes of a doctoral thesis dancing in their eyes?) to notice the neat bundle of letters I'd slipped out of the demolished fragments of the small wooden chest upon which I'd landed, into the pocket of my coveralls.

It took quite a bit of planning to keep them safe--lifting anything from the site--expecially the tools--was instant disqualification from ever being allowed back. But I couldn't deny them--they were calling me... They wanted me to take them, to open them and read them again, to breathe life back into them--and back into their writers, departed from this earth so long ago.

I was more than willing to do that. After 12 years, they were something so much more substantial than another empty hole. And the story....

It was exactly the story a 20-year chain-gang digger needed to hear, to reassure me that even I will emerge from the dirt and darkness one day.

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