Friday, March 2, 2012

Beauty through Tragedy

           A sense of beauty can be portrayed even through the horrors of gruesome war. In the novel All Quiet on the Western Front, the author evokes this sort of beauty through detailed diction that takes the mindset off of war to forget about the tragedy it brings. The main character begins to describe the land as "the grasses sway their tall spears; The white butterflies flutter around and float on the soft warm wind of the late summer" (9). One would never expect the terrain of a battlefield to appear this way. Although this is probably not what the land had looked like, the soldiers could imagine it to be true; if you begin to tell yourself something is true and believe deeply in it, it can become real. Here the boys were so traumatized by the war that they needed a surreal getaway where everything could be let go and forgotten. What better way to do so than by experiencing the beauty of nature. Nature is sacred and organic; it cleanses the body and soul. There is a sense of innocence with nature; a sense of youth and fantasy. This is all anyone begs for during a time of hardship, especially something as daunting as war.

2 comments:

  1. Emma, I really liked how you described the author's writing. The ideas you incorporated really made me think and made it an interesting piece for me to read. The whole "believe in something for long enough and eventually it'll be true" thing caused me to think a ton! Your lead in to the quote confused me a slight bit, but nothing that tripped me up too much! Nice job(:

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  2. Emma, this was a great response! I loved the idea; you incorporated your thoughts along with the quote very nicely, giving great analysis! The only thing I could think of possibly changing would to maybe add a last sentence to relate your ideas of the novel to real life. Otherwise I loved the piece, and specifically really liked the second and third to last sentences; they sounded very nice and had really nice flow. Good job!

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