English Literature & Theology

The novel "Surfacing" is structured around the point of view of a young woman who travels with her boyfriend and two married friends to a remote island on a lake in Northern Quebec, where she spent much of her childhood, to search for her missing father. Accompanied by her lover and another young couple, she becomes caught up in her past and in questioning her future. This psychological mystery tale presents a compelling study of a woman who is also searching for herself. The unnamed narrator of the novel is also its chief protagonist. She is an artist who goes in search of her missing father. The novel is written entirely from the narrator’s perspective, detailing events as they occur while flashing back to events past. Atwood re-creates the narrator’s raw, unfiltered psychology by including the narrator’s observations and memories as they occur. The narrator speaks in the first person and does not address a specific audience. Her voice is objective in that it only relates w...

Life is a constant process, which cannot be stopped. We can only carry memories forward while life goes on.  In this short story, Ruskin Bond narrates his experience during one of his train journeys to Dehra as an eighteen-year-old. He tells us that he used to spend his vacation every summer in his grandmother’s place in Dehra and had to pass a small lonely station, Deoli amidst the jungle on the way. This station appears strange to him as no one got on or off the train there & nothing seemed to happen there. He wonders why the train stopped there for ten minutes regularly without reason and feels sorry for the lonely little platform.  On one such journey, the author happens to see a pale-looking girl selling baskets. She appears to be poor, but with grace and dignity. Her shiny black hair and dark, troubled eyes attracts the author. The girl offers to sell baskets to him. He initially refuses to buy and later when she insists, happens to buy one with a little hesitation, ...

  Literature and society by F R  Leavis *Literature and Society is an essay by F.R.Leavis. During the Matrixing decade, Leavis was once invited to ‘Union of the London School of Economics and Politics’ where he addressed students on discourse on Literature and Society. *Leavis showed great interest towards literature, tradition, education and society. * He was inspired by writers and poet like T.S.Eliot, D.H.Lawrence William Blake, Bunyan and others.  *As a result he has contributed many books like The Great Tradition, The Common Pursuit, New Bearings In English, Dickens the Novelist, Education and University etc. * Quotes by Leavis : "Literature is the supreme means by which you renew your sensuous and emotional life and learn a new awareness” * "Literature is the store house of the recorded values”. *The above quotes assure us the significance of literature in one’s life and it’s need. Leavis always believed that literature should be closely related to criticism of...

  Tradition and individual talent  *In English writing we seldom speak of tradition, though we occasionally apply its name in deploring its absence.  *Certainly the word (tradition) is not likely to appear in our appreciations of living or dead writers. *Every nation, every race, has not only its own creative, but its own critical turn of mind; and is even more oblivious of the shortcomings and limitations of its critical habits than of those of its creative genius. *we only conclude (we are such unconscious people) that the French are “more critical” than we, and sometimes even plume ourselves a little with the fact, as if the French were the less spontaneous. *we might remind ourselves that criticism is as inevitable as breathing. *We dwell with satisfaction upon the poet’s difference from his predecessors, especially his immediate predecessors; we endeavour to find something that can be isolated in order to be enjoyed.   *The tradition ways of the immediate g...

  Life Melange   Morning dew on the roses  Shining like bright stars Glittering, glittering, glittering  fills whole day with zing,  Oh!  soon follows the noon  to extract the sweaty swoon  Work - work -  work - work amalgam of melancholy hark    Alas,  it's evening  Life is full of ting ting Breathing the easy breath  numbly waiting for death, Here comes the booming night  With full of suspense sight  Invoking the childish consistency  Brings the peace vehemently , And at last everything is a mystery . By Neethish Krupal