How does T.S Elliot’s The Waste Land and Shakespeare’s Henry iv present the disintegration of society?

The aspect of nihilism is a major contributor towards the image of disintegration.  Within “The Waste Land” Elliot references sections and even quotes lines out of “The Divine Comedy”[1]. He does this to show a sense of destruction within the psyche towards the concept of religion. These predominantly seen within the stanza referring to the tarot cards in which he claims that humanity is “walking round in a ring”[2]. This is a direct reference to Dante’s Inferno with the nine circles of hell. This conveys a sense of people trapped in a world in which they are destined to walk for eternity due to their sins. This also sets the tone for the next stanza the “Unreal City”[3], in which Elliot discusses and portrays people walking around as mindless simple beings which “death had undone”[4], hence creating them effectively into “zombies”. This relates to the first circle of hell as those are the ones who are unbaptised. It is conceivable that Elliot is using this sense of punishment to convey his own judgemental views on all non-Christians, however, judging on his own beliefs one can conclude that he is ultimately being ironic and judging those who he deems are less superior to him.  Elliot in addition, uses the ending tricolon of “shantih”[5] in an ironic fashion, as these words derive from Sanskrit and Hindu prayers. “Shantih”[6] would be used at the end of a prayer ceremony as a form of closure (similar to amen). This is seen as ironic as it implies Elliot judging all of Western culture and heritage by using religious words from the East, hence implying that the eastern culture is superior to Christianity. It could also be perceived that Elliot is suggesting that western society has crumbled in faith to such an extent, that western society must look towards the eastern cultures for guidance. On the exterior we can perceive that the poem is a Dante journey into hell, yet on the interior one can infer that the poem is a nihilistic outlook on the twenty-first century society.

Nietzsche once said “God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him.”[7] This feeling of nihilism which can be seen in Elliot’s The Waste Land, but can also be mirrored in Shakespeare’s Henry iv. Shakespeare cleverly uses Northumberland’s lamentation over his dead son to show his desire for chaos and his nihilistic views. Northumberland states, “Let heaven kiss earth!”[8] This line may be interpreted as romantic and could also have alluring notions, however a sense of ‘zeitgeist’ within this line is strongly perceived. Whilst allowing “heaven”[9] to “kiss earth”, Northumberland is breaking the hierarchy placed by society and suggesting that God is inferior to man. This ultimately shows a crumble in society’s faith and religious hierarchy, allowing the audience to infer the tragedy Northumberland has had to face.

Another Key example of religious disintegration within Henry iv, is the issue regarding the rebellion. Whilst the King may be the head of the Catholic Church, the Archbishop of York is one of the heads of the rebellion. This is showing the clash between two key figures in the church showing, as previously stated, the disintegration of religion. During act 1 scene 2, when discussing their motives for overthrowing King Henry iv the Archbishop claims that “the commonwealth is sick of their own choice”[10]. Not only is this showing the Archbishop being sick of his “own choice”[11] but it is also showing society being sick of it. Unlike the King, who includes all of his subjects and his people in his monologues, The archbishop only refers to the “commonwealth”[12] this refers solely to the rich and healthy society. This presents the audience with the egotistical nature of the Archbishop and presents him as a villain throughout the play. Shakespeare uses the failure of the rebellion within to show society and all those who may conspire against the monarch, what occurs if you oppose Queen Elizabeth the first.

Elliot uses the description of the Fisher King’s infertile land to reflect the disintegration of society’s health. Within book 5 (What the Thunder Said) he continuously repeats and hyperbolises on the fact that there is no water, “here is no water but only rock”[13]. This lack of water connotes the lack of life there is in that location, as to contain life water is a requirement. This is arguably construed as Elliot’s own opinion of war as it is barren and infertile. He is conveying the negative aspect of war and how this as affected society’s health, showing how the war has effected all the returning soldiers, effectively causing the reader to wonder at whether this destruction and infertility was possibly able to be reprimanded. Alternatively, it could be conceived that this sense of infertility is due to Elliot portraying his own castration within the novel stating his anger towards those who have done this deed to him. This then allows those people to see the affect it has had on him.

Unlike Elliot, Shakespeare uses the character Falstaff and his peers to symbolise the disintegration of health within society, as opposed to references. Our first perception of Falstaff, within the second half, is that he is a very anarchic character. Falstaff’s value systems are clearly different from those of nobility and of upper class. Falstaff’s very first line is showing his crude nature and how he is interested solely upon what the “doctor says to my [Falstaff’s] water.”[14] This shows Falstaff asking his page about his own urine, thus implying that he is suspicious of him having a venereal disease. After one perceives this they are able to interpret more of Falstaff, finding him to be a braggadocio. However despite his charming personality, at times, he is still the epitome of deterioration of health within society. He is also a manifestation of character and culture crumbling within Elizabethan society. This allows the audience to have a glimpse at the peasant life style and for one to imagine the lack hygiene one experienced.  Shakespeare also uses the structure of his play in an ironic fashion. He does this by having one scene occurring within upper class society and normally discussing politics and the next being about the peasants, how they curse and swear at each other using double entendres and euphemisms throughout. This allows the audience to see the differences in cultures as Hal is contemplating about his future as being the King.

The Waste Land is Elliot’s method of breaking the rules and showing his own superior intellect (in his own belief). This is predominantly seen within his subverting of the “Canterbury Tales”[15] by Chaucer. He illustrates this by using the line “April is the cruellest month”[16] which directly subverts Chaucer as he narrates April is a time of progression from winter. This subversion is also seen further in as he also challenges Shakespeare, thus portraying himself as superior as he is not following the norm of that which was prior. This conveys Elliot as an arrogant man who deemed himself far better than others, according to Richard Halpern Elliot thoughts about his own poem compared to Shakespeare is that The Waste Land “is modernism’s protective amulet in the cultural wasteland.”[17] This arrogance is reflected within the era of modernism, as more and more poets and authors break the rules set before and create atrocities with these feeble attempts of something unique yet great, for instance the “Ulysses” by James Joyce. One can infer that Joyce’s attempts at being creative fail as this novel is a trail of thought and imagery with no structure making it completely incoherent.

Elliot uses the nursery rhyme “London Bridge is falling down”[18] to convey a sense of disintegration of morality. The use of a nursery rhyme is a subtle way of conveying a sense of degeneration, as it shows that the children of the world are being brought up with no hope as they sing a rhyme which is implied to be fun and entertaining for them. The use of a children’s rhyme used in such a negative fashion has major connotations as it begs the questions, how can such a innocent thing be related to such a negative thing? However, when one digs deep enough they discover that the literal meanings of the world imply that London bridge fell down showing the crumbling of society. They are unable to stop it from happening as the future generation believes this will happen themselves. This creates a sense of hopelessness for the reader as one infers the future will hold worse atrocities than before.

Unlike Elliot, Shakespeare uses the character of feeble to show that morals are stronger within certain characters. As the name implies, Feeble is portrayed at being a weak and feeble character. Despite this, when being recruited to join the Kings army, unlike his peers who pay off Bardolph so they do not serve, Feeble patriotically states that:

“By my troth, I care not; a man can die but once; we

owe God a death. I’ll ne’er bear a base mind. An’t be

my destiny, so; an’t be not, so. No man’s too good to

serve’s prince; and, let it go which way it will, he that

dies this year is quit for the next”[19]

Despite being a character of low status, he is still given possibly the most powerful monologue in the play. Unlike most characters, and even those who are considered to be of noble character, Shakespeare gives Feeble this powerful monologue. He accepts that “no man’s too good to serve’s prince”[20] and that one “owe[‘s] God a death.”[21] This romantic yet powerful monologue shows the audience that those who are portrayed as weak are in fact the strongest characters.

[1] Dante, The Divine Comedy

[2] Elliot, T.S, The Waste Land (The Criterion, London, 1922) line 56

[3] Elliot, T.S, The Waste Land, Ibid line 60

[4] Elliot, T.S, The Waste Land, Ibid line 63

[5] Elliot, T.S, The Waste Land, Ibid line 433

[6] Elliot, T.S, The Waste Land, Ibid line 433

[7] Nietzsche, F,  The Gay Science ( , Berlin, 1882) section 125

[8] Shakespeare, W, Henry IV (Wordsworth Edition, London, 2013) 1, 1, line 153

[9] Shakespeare, W, Henry IV, Ibid 1, 1, line 153

[10] Shakespeare, W, Henry IV, Ibid 1, 3 line 88

[11] Shakespeare, W, Henry IV, Ibid 1, 3 line 88

[12] Shakespeare, W, Henry IV, Ibid 1, 3 line 88

[13] Elliot, T.S, The Waste Land, Ibid line 331

[14] Shakespeare, W, Henry IV, Ibid 1, 2 line 1

[15] Chaucer, G, The Canterbury Tales

[16] Elliot, T.S, The Waste Land Ibid line 01

[17] Halpern, R, Shakespeare Among The Moderns (Cornell University, New York, 1999) p. 143

[18] Elliot, T.S, The Waste Land, Ibid line 426

[19] Shakespeare, W, Henry IV, Ibid 3, 2 line 221-225

[20] Shakespeare, W, Henry IV, Ibid 3, 2 line 223

[21] Shakespeare, W, Henry IV, Ibid 3, 2 line 222

King Henry iv Induction and act 1 scene 1 Analysis

Within the opening monologue, we are introduced to the character of Rumour. This character, as his name implies, is the personification of a rumour “painted full of tongues.”[1] Rumour is used to create a shadow of doubt within the audience’s head, as he causes society to question the “smile of safety”[2] that is cast before them. Shakespeare implies that society creates these rumours under the pretence of reassurance and safety, which “wounds the worlds”[3]. This is due to societies own beliefs in these false truths that they wish to hear, as opposed to the truths which they wish to neglect. This shows that these rumours “bring smooth comforts false, worse than true wrongs.”[4] Shakespeare cleverly, yet subtly, implies that it is us, as the audience and as society, who create these false truths. It is almost even worse to spread reassuring yet alluring rumours that actually commit to true wrongs.

Act 1 scene 1 is an exact representation of society creating these false truths that they wish to hear; as Lord Northumberland is informed of his son’s defeat and death, after previously being misinformed of his victory. After hearing this tragic news, Northumberland delivers possibly the most significant line relating to disintegration within the play “let order die!”[5] The use of the verb “die”[6] has a strong imagery of something crumbling and essentially turning to dust, hence disintegrating. Through Northumberland’s cry in sorrow and pain, he almost seems as though he wishes for society and “order”[7] to crumble or disintegrate, fundamentally allowing chaos to take place. Lord Northumberland precedes this crying out, with “Let heaven kiss earth!”[8]  This line may be interpreted as romantic and could also have alluring notions, however the sense of ‘zeitgeist’ within this line is strongly perceived. Whilst allowing “heaven”[9] to “kiss earth”[10], Northumberland is breaking the hierarchy placed by society and suggesting that God is inferior to man. This ultimately shows a crumble in society’s faith and religious hierarchy.

[1] Shakespeare, W, King Henry IV part Two (Wordsworth Editions, Ware, 2013) line 0

[2] Shakespeare, W, King Henry IV part Two, Ibid line 10

[3] Shakespeare, W, King Henry IV part Two, Ibid line 10

[4] Shakespeare, W, King Henry IV part Two, Ibid line 38

[5] Shakespeare, W, King Henry IV part Two, Ibid line 154

[6] Shakespeare, W, King Henry IV part Two, Ibid line 154

[7] Shakespeare, W, King Henry IV part Two, Ibid line 154

[8] Shakespeare, W, King Henry IV part Two, Ibid line 153

[9] Shakespeare, W, King Henry IV part Two, Ibid line 153

[10] Shakespeare, W, King Henry IV part Two, Ibid line 153

Butch Cassidy Narrative

In my English Language course we were asked to compose a narrative based on a anecdote told to us by someone from our past. Therefore I created my narrative on my own interpretation and adaptation of the legend of Butch Cassidy. It is not complete as my narrative had a word limit, hence its abrupt end, however nonetheless I hope you still enjoy it.

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As I lay here, on the dusty and filth riddled floor of the bar with my partner laying beside me punctured with small holes containing the hot burning metal of a bullet, I cannot help but be curious as to what our lives would have been if we were not the famous ‘Yankee Banditos’, I can safely assure you my tale would have been mighty dull and the legends of myself and my partner the ‘Sundance Kid’ would have been compromised and we would surely be decent folk with a decent name to pass through the generations.

“Ah Sundance, if only you had been the brains,” I exclaimed. “Maybe then we wouldn’t be in this mess.”

“Oh high and mighty of yourself butch”, retorted Sundance. “Ain’t no bother tryin’ to create sympathy for yourself now, ‘specially as you have gotten us into this fine mess.”

Wow, after twenty five years of our, so called, partnership, facing down a force that not even Sundance could face, had reduced us to lowly bickering commoners who reside in the town requesting ‘pasos’.

I laughed to myself, “Your sarcasm always seizes to amaze me you know that? But it has been far too many scraps, eh Sundance?”

Sundance looked at me with that face. The face reserved for those who annoy and will inevitably die by him. And as every old wives tell, the moment you die your whole life will flash before your eyes.

Recollection and recognition, possibly the most over claimed words applied to man, but as myself and Sundance lay here with blood pouring, like sparkling red wine out of a bottle similar to that of indelible red ink, upon the dusty floor those two moods, emotions, thoughts, wonderings, ponders, whatever you wish to name them, were being expressed on our faces, as we see our poor, ungrateful and insignificant lives flashing before our eyes.

 

Even though I had been born eighteen winters prior to that day, and I can assure you it was the same as Sundance, my life really began when I joined the infamous train robbers: The Bollard Gang, led by the notorious John Bollard. I joined my eighteenth winter after just having watched the town-folk and sheriff mistakenly lynch my folks over the matter of sheep and other agricultural stock, regardless of their innocence.

The Bollard gang was just like any other gang, full of violence and hatred, I secretly despised both, however once initiated you, you were judged on those qualities deemed unnecessary by some, intelligence and strategy, rather than how fast you can draw, differing every other gang. Although in the events of meeting the soon to be “Sundance”, it was clear that those skills where indeed necessary, I sustained a devastating injury to my leg due to a rival gang’s jealousy. In the confusion of being shot, Harry Alonzo Longabaugh, Sundance, came to my aid and with his unmatched performance, which has then since been unbeaten at least in my opinion, he was able to subdue our attackers with as little casualties. From that day on me and Sundance were inseparable, and with our many robberies we soon became the biggest gang in the United States of America.

Unfortunately with power come great change and it first started to show on one night when Bollard himself invited me to his tent for a favour

“Can I ask you something? It’s quite a bother and I ain’t sure you are gonna’ like it”, Bollard looked at me with his assessing eyes, which with the wrinkles on his brow and grey of his beard both showed, his many years watching people.

“Yeah sure John. What is it?” ,I queried, my curiosity sounding more like uncertainty as he was a quiet man who usually kept things to himself, played his cards close to his chest we used to say.

“I’m getting old”. I knew something was wrong he always claimed he “is as fit as a horse”, however I chose not to interrupt him as he seemed serious and his face expressed a sense of fear he carried a grave air of importance. “I know this more that ever however it may be due to said elderliness”, he stressed on elderliness in a sense of disgust. “Making me feel this way then again I do not know why, but I feel as though there are those who wish to lead our posse and want me dead. I request you look into it for me.”

The illness crept through his system, people called it appropriate, I always claimed it was paranoia of corruption, however it was not without good cause. Two nights prior Wayne, Bollards right-hand man, a shady man with a rat like face mirroring his deceitful eyes and scarred complexion, he portrayed his distaste for Bollard this ended in a series of hot-blooded debates which he in aggravation stormed off to his tent.

It was only four weeks after mine and Bollard’s discussion that something terrible indeed happened. Bollard took us, as a celebration, to the brothel in town where we could drink our abysmal lives away and lay the numbers of cheap whores who resided there, available for our entertainment. After us drinking our fill and gambling all our money and lives away in the game of liquor and provocateur’s, Bollard had come to the conclusion of taking his girl to one of the rooms above, and it was only after a matter of minutes before we heard a high pitched scream resonating around the robust brothel. This scream was not one of pleasure one expects to resonate from there, no it was a scream of fear and horror with a touch of pain. With a fleeting look at Sundance, me and the rest of the gang, save for Wayne who fell off the stairs and waddled away due to his session of vomiting, clambered up the flight of rickety stairs into the room to discover the source of the scream. The scream originated from the girl, who happened to be bare as the day she was born, enticing majority of the men displaying their allegiance, save few which included myself and Sundance. However the thing that drew me was the corpse of a man on the bed with blood surrounding his punctured abdomen, blood leaking from the crude torn flesh, along with a knife unlike any other, a distinct razor with C.W carved, with delicate expertise, upon the handle.

Yes, Wayne had murdered John Bollard that night, casting the Bollard Gang into chaos. It was that same night I left the Bollard Gang with Sundance. I saw what corruption and power had done to those men causing the pathetic gang to strike a mutiny upon its leader. I regretted not leaving sooner, then perhaps I would not of been in this predicament. I joined the Bollard Gang as Robert Leroy Parker, a naive child selfishly considered no one save himself and left as Butch Cassidy to start a new gang unknowingly that I would become legendary in the upcoming years. I joined as a Child who thought himself invincible and left as a adult still as vulnerable as a new born pup to the harsh, cold winter nights which were soon to come.

Birdsong and A Farewell To Arms Conflict Essay

“Birdsong has to imagine mechanised slaughter. In the description of the first day of the Battle of the Somme, death comes so thick that the narrative cannot pause for individuals.”[1]

Within the novel “Birdsong”, by Sebastian Faulks, there are many uses of conflict. The main themes within said conflict are physical devastation, psychological conflict and environmental devastation. These three themes are repeated numerous times throughout the novel to portray the conflict which the protagonists, Stephen Wraysford and his granddaughter Elizabeth, experience, ultimately developing the character throughout.

Throughout the novel there are many examples of environmental devastation, however one of the major contributors, is the juxtaposition of the River Somme before and during the battle. Initially the River Somme, described by Stephen, is depicted as a pastoral, picturesque paradise in which Stephen resides in, whilst attempting and succeeding in seducing Isabelle. The description of the gardens around the Somme, are portrayed to have “quiet pools”[2] containing “wild flowers”[3] which “lay beneath the branches of overhanging trees”[4], however this juxtaposes the description of the Somme further in the Novel and common knowledge, as it is known to be a major battle of the first world war, and is described as a grey, desolate wasteland in which the soldiers had to suffer and endure the waves of enemies cascading upon them. David James stated that the River Somme was “the most infamous battle in British history…”[5] and according to Faulks’ depiction, one could concur with James as it displayed in the most graphic portrayal possible with a variety of vocabulary expressing the grotesque and gruesome deaths which the characters, and soldiers, endure and suffer, “Jack saw part of Turner’s face and hair still attached to a piece of skull rolling to a halt…”[6] .

Another First World War author Ernest Hemingway, author of “A Farewell To Arms”, juxtaposes Birdsong with the most significant factor of environmental conflict, the recurring motif and the use of pathetic fallacy of rain. Within the novel Hemingway uses the rain to mirror the moments when Henry and Catherine, the protagonists, are at their weakest. This is evident when Henry walks back to his hotel, after Catherine has died, “in the rain”[7]. This use of pathetic fallacy conveys a sense of pain, sadness and loneliness. This contrasts Birdsong as the conflict is not a form of destruction, it is more symbolic. Alternatively it could be interpreted that the rain is a conveyance of punishment, after the death of Catherine, on a religious aspect. As is previously stated in the novel Henry says he is “afraid of God”[8] and this punishment from God is due to the numerous crimes and sins he commits, especially that of the seven deadly sins. For example, Henry puts his friends and comrades in danger in order to feed himself more so than his subordinates. This is an example of the deadly sin gluttony. “Another burst and in the noise you could hear the smaller noise of brick and dirt raining down.

‘what is there to eat?’…”[9]

Also when Catherine talks about feeling like a “whore”[10]. Instead of consoling her, he dismisses her as he wishes to seduce her rather than comfort the lamenting woman, this being an example of lust. Ultimately, the use of the pathetic fallacy, rain, is an example of environmental conflict regardless of its lack of destruction and its religious connotations.

Returning to birdsong, the passages in which Stephen and his men are underground, especially when Stephen is trapped with Jack Firebrace and is then rescued from certain death, are similar if not reminiscent of Wilfred Owen’s “Strange Meeting”[11]. In this poem, Owen portrays an encounter between two soldiers from opposite armies, effectively enemies to each other. These two characters essentially meet in hell, although it is described as an underground tunnel, similar to Birdsong with Stephen and Levi encounter in the tunnels. The inevitable meeting between Stephen and Levi mirrors this poem as both “soldiers cannot blame or hate another for earlier actions”[12] which has caused drastic negative repercussions, as both of them desire peace. This is an example of physical and psychological conflict as Levi wishes to kill Stephen yet he is unable to, and the trench warfare which causes Jack and Stephen to become trapped.

Another example of physical devastation is the depiction of the deaths of certain characters. Normally the characters with more importance would have a greater “death”, however Faulks juxtaposes this norm. For example, Ellis is deemed to be a fairly important character to the novel, as he emphasises to the reader how “war-weary”[13] Stephen and Weir have become and yet he is only briefly referred to when his death occurs, “killed by machine-gun fire”[14]. His death regardless of being important is “glossed over”[15]. Prior to this passage, the injuries which lead to the deaths of Douglas, Wilkinson and Reeves are described in “great detail”[16], with complete information portraying how they received their wounds and injuries. Weir’s death is depicted differently again, in that the portrayal here is more poetic similar to that of a lament, almost as though it is happening in “slow-motion”[17]. There is a considerable amount of significance in this, as Weir’s final meeting with Stephen had resulted with Stephen violently pushing him in the mud. This description allows the reader to understand and comprehend the importance of this action, as it is reflected in his death, “a sniper’s bullet entered his head above the eye causing trails of his brain to loop out onto the sandbags of the parados behind him.

His body seemed for a moment unaware of what had happened, as though it would carry on walking. Then if fell like a puppet, its limbs shooting out, and the face smashing unprotected into mud.”[18]

Hemingway contradicts the noble motives behind the battles in “Birdsong”[19] which Stephen and his men experience in their attempts at advancing into enemy territory. This is evident in the passage which Henry risks his life for an insignificant slab of cheese to dress his pasta. This passage where he braves mortar shells mirrors the common, yet popular, “literary convention of the protagonist facing great adversity to accomplish a”[20] heroic and “noble end”[21]. Henry’s task and aim is pathetic and completely un-heroic, this show of  stupidity juxtaposes Stephens motivation to brave these physical devastations which he and his subordinates experience. The contrast of motives is an example of conflict itself.

Going back to Birdsong, a significant aspect of psychological conflict or devastation is when the soldiers experience post war stress, an example of this is Elizabeth’s visit to the traumatised Brennan. Upon the initial perception of Brennan he is perceived as a little bird, a common repeating motif throughout the novel, sitting upon his stool. He is a character which reader’s sympathise with, as it is clear he had suffers from post-traumatic stress. This stress has lasted his whole life as he speaks of the same event over and over again, “Such fireworks. We was all there, the whole street. There was dancing…”[22]. Alternatively, it could be interpreted that Brennan is attempting to achieve peace or some deviation of enlightenment, with his constant mumbling of the same events in attempts of understanding the reasoning of the acts performed in the battles in which he participated in.

Faulks uses the declination of Weir’s mental state as another depiction of psychological conflict upon the battlefront. This occurs when Weir begs Stephen to “hold”[23] him and “call him”[24] by his “name”[25]. This passage shows that the war was having psychological impact on the soldiers as Weir, the ideal soldier, is driven into a bubbling wreck by his fear. This creates a sense of empathy towards Weir as he is unable to contain his fear and requires comfort from Stephen whom Weir perceives as a father or mother substitute. Not only is this interpretation an example of psychological conflict, but is also a portrayal of the deterioration of masculinity, a common theme within the novel.

Within “A Farewell To Arms”[26] it is clear that both protagonist, Henry and Catherine, experience a case of psychological declination. This is due to the vulnerability that the two characters develop because of the effects of the war and Catherine’s pregnancy. Due to this vulnerability the two turn to each other for support and thus to cope, they develop an ever increasing build up of madness. This degradation of mental state is evident when Henry is told that Catherine will shortly die and as an act to console Catherine he attempts to hold her hand to comfort her. She thus reacts violently and shouts “Don’t touch me”[27] and then moments later stating “you touch me all you want”[28]. This similarly links to Brennan and his deterioration of mental state as he is vulnerable and constantly mumbles the same few sentences in disbelief as mentally unstable people tend to do.

Faulks utilizes the boy in the nursing ward in which Stephen is hospitalised to portray physical devastation created within the First World War. Faulks use’s the many examples of emotive and almost grotesque language within the description of the boy’s predicament. One could believe, Faulks intentionally does to create a sense of shock therefore the reader understands the true nature of The War compared to the glorified image created by those who either were far enough from the front lines to be safe or those who had never experienced the true nature of war. Alternatively this passage was written so the reader would understand and empathise with Stephen, as he wishes for the Boy’s release from pain and longs “for him to die”[29], however it is also arguable that Stephen is cold hearted and selfish and wants this boy to stop his cries in pain so he can rest peacefully. Although this interpretation is incredibly unlikely and therefore an ambiguous passage, a common motif throughout Owen Wilson’s poem. Stephen’s attempts at consoling the grieving nurse by “catching her eye”[30] juxtaposes the previous analysis, this also creates a sense of empathy towards Stephen and almost pity as this his is first sign of weakness since losing Isabelle. Faulk’s depiction of the gassed boy links contextually to Wilson’s poem “Dulce Et Decorum Est”[31] as both of their works link to similar chaos in the war. However, that being said, Wilson’s poem contains more similes throughout the description of the tragic events, “Bent double, like old beggars under sacks”[32]. Also, Unlike Birdsong, “Dulce Et Decorum Est”[33] creates a much more ambiguous tone as it is unclear until the mention of “gas”[34] that this poem is indeed relating to the First World War and not another war in the past. Both texts are, ultimately, attempting to shock yet inform the readers into comprehending the tragic events which occurred in the war and it’s repercussions. The use of the simile to describe the burdened soldiers also creates a sense of empathy towards them similar to that of Birdsong towards Stephen, however unlike Birdsong the sense of empathy is created around the soldiers experiencing the havoc rather than Stephen watching a boy suffering and being no more than a bystander unable to aid him in anyway and therefore being too weak to help the boy, similarly like the soldiers being too weak to prevent ordeals they face being gassed.

Unlike Ernest Hemingway, Sebastian Faulks wrote “Birdsong” as a spectator to the war hence his novel is aimed at readers who themselves did not experience this war and only heard rumours from those glorified ones who where far away from the front lines to not get their shoes dirty. It has been made clear from Faulks himself that he contained a fascination for the First World War, “Great War”[35], as Faulks puts it. He states that his fascination derived from his “History teachers charismatic yet sombre attitude towards the war”[36]. This fascination brooded into three books called the “French trilogy” and expands on the First World War portraying it as the most violent act that has yet to happen upon the Earth, Faulks is successful in his attempts at portraying the devastation and destruction which occurred within the war. Within Birdsong Stephen writes within his journal “No child or future generation will ever know what this was like. They will never understand”[37]. “Maybe future generations won’t, maybe they never can if they have not lived through it, But Faulks’s method and his message suggests that it is the readers responsibility to try.”[38]

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[1] Mullan, J, Birdsong by Sebastian Faulks(The Guardian, http://www.theguardian.com/books/2012/jun/29/guardian-book-club-birdsong-sebastian-faulks, 01/12/13)

[2] Faulks, S, Birdsong(London, Vintage, 1993) p7

[3] Faulks, S, Ibid p7

[4] Faulks, S, Ibid p7

[5] James, D, AS/A-Level Student Text Guide Birdsong Sebastian Faulks(London, Phillip Allan, 2010) p56

[6] Faulks, S, Birdsong(London, Vintage, 1993) p124

[7] Hemingway, E, A Farewell To Arms(London, Arrow Books, 1929) p293

[8] Hemingway, E, Ibid p66                                     

[9] Hemingway, E, Ibid p49

[10] Hemingway, E, Ibid p137

[11] Owen, W, The War Poems of Wilfred Owen(London, Chatto & Windus Limited, 1984) p35

[14] Faulks, S, Birdsong(London, Vintage, 1993) p381

[16] Unknown author, Critical Analysis-Language: Birdsong, Ibid

[17] Unknown author, Critical Analysis-Language: Birdsong, Ibid

[18] Faulks, S, Birdsong(London, Vintage, 1993) p385

[19] Faulks, S, Birdsong(London, Vintage, 1993)

[20] Ammary, S, Ernest Hemingway and the Aesthetics of Italian Gastronomy (http://www.doubledialogues.com/issue_fifteen/ammary.html)

[21] Ammary, S, Ibid

[22] Faulks, S, Birdsong(London, Vintage, 1993) p403

[23] Faulks, S, Ibid p240

[24] Faulks, S, Ibid p240

[25] Faulks, S, Ibid p240

[26] Hemingway, E, A Farewell To Arms(London, Arrow Books, 1929)

[27] Hemingway, E, Ibid p293

[28] Hemingway, E, Ibid p293

[29] Faulks, S, Ibid p186

[30] Faulks, S, Ibid p187

[31] Owen, W, The War Poems of Wilfred Owen(London, Chatto & Windus Limited, 1984) p29

[32] Owen, W, Ibid p29

[33] Owen, W, Ibid p29

[34] Owen, W, Ibid p29

[35] Reynolds, M, Sebastian Faulks: The Essential Guide(London, Vintage, 2002) p9

[36] Reynolds, M, Ibid p10

[37] Faulks, S, Ibid p422

[38] Reynolds, M, Ibid p7

Birdsong Conflict Essay

“Birdsong has to imagine mechanised slaughter. In the description of the first day of the Battle of the Somme, death comes so thick that the narrative cannot pause for individuals. “Bodies were starting to pile and clog the progress.” Stephen watches as a line of troops comes forward “in extended order” into the range of German machine guns, “which traversed them with studied care until every man had gone down in a diagonal line from first to last.””

Within the novel “Birdsong”, by Sebastian Faulks, there are many uses conflict. The main themes within conflict are physical devastation, psychological conflict and environmental devastation. These three themes are repeated numerous  throughout the novel to portray the conflict which the protagonists, Stephen Wraysford and his granddaughter Elizabeth, experience.

Throughout the novel there are many examples of enviromental devastation, however one of the major contributors is the contrast of the River Somme post and during the battle. Initially the River Some, described by Stephen, is depicted as a pastoral, picturesque paradise in which Stephen resides whilst attempting and succeeding in seducing Isabelle, the major love affair of the novel. The description of the gardens having “quiet pools” and containing “wild flowers” in which they “lay beneath the branches of overhanging trees”, portrays the River Somme as a paradise however this contrasts the description of the Somme further in the Novel as it is commonly known to be a major battle of the first world war, and is described “the broken ground” and as a grey desolate wasteland in which the soldiers had to suffer and endure. David James stated that the River Somme was “the most infamous battle in British history…” and according to the depiction from Faulks I concur with James.

The passages in which Wraysford and his men are underground, especially when Stephen is trapped with Jack Firebrace and is then rescued from certain death, are similar if not reminiscent of Wilfred Owen’s “Strange Meeting”. In this poem, Owen portrays an encounter between two soldiers from opposite armies, effectively enemies to each other. The two personas essentially meet in hell, although it is described as an underground tunnel, similar to Birdsong. The inevitable meeting between Stephen and Levi mirrors this poem as both soldiers cannot blame or feel strong negative emotions towards one another for their actions which has caused drastic negative repercussions, as both of them desire peace. This is an example of physical and psychological conflict as Levi wishes to kill Stephen yet he is unable to, and the trench warfare which causes Jack and Stephen to become trapped.

Another example of physical devastation is the depiction of the deaths of certain characters. Normally the personas with more importance would have a greater “death”, however Faulks contradicts this norm. For example, Eliis is deemed to be a fairly important character to the novel, as he emphasises to the reader how worn Stephen and Weir have become and yet he is only briefly referred to when his death occurs, “killed by machine-gun fire” and his death regardless of being important is “glossed over”. Earlier, the wounds and eventual deaths of Douglas, Wilkinson and Reeves are described in great detail, with full information provided as to how they received their injuries. Weir’s death is treated differently again, in that the description here is more poetic, almost as though it is happening in slow-motion. There is some significance in this, as Weir’s last encounter with Stephen had resulted with his friend angrily pushing him face-down in the mud. This description allows the reader to understand the importance of this action, as it is mirrored in his death.

Within Birdsong there are many cases of psychological conflict or devastation as soldiers experience post war stress, an example of this is Elizabeth’s visit to the traumatised Brennan. Upon the initial perception of Brennan he is perceived as a little bird, a common repeating motif throughout the novel, sitting upon his stool. He is a character which causes the reader to empathise with him as it is clear he had suffered from some post-traumatic stress, which has lasted his whole life as he speaks of the same event over and over again, “Such fireworks. We was all there, the whole street. There was dancing…”. Alternatively, I it could be interpreted that Brennan is attempting to achieve peace or some deviation of enlightenment, with his constant mumbling of the same events in attempts of understanding the reasoning of the acts performed in the battles in which he participated in.

Faulks uses the declination of Weir’s mental state as another depiction of psychological conflict upon the battlefront. This occurs when Weir begs Stephen to “hold him” and “call him” by his “first name”. This passage shows that the war was having psychological impact on the soldiers as Weir, the ideal soldier, is driven into a bubbling wreck by his fear. This creates a sense of empathy towards Weir as he is unable to contain his fear and requires comfort from Stephen whom Weir perceives as a father or mother substitute. Not only is this interpretation an example of psychological conflict, but is also a portrayal of the deterioration of masculinity, a common theme within the novel.

Faulks use’s the boy in the nursing ward in which Stephen is hospitalised to portray physical devastation created within the First World War. Faulks use’s the many examples of emotive and almost grotesque language within the description of the boy’s predicament. I believe, Faulks intentionally does to create a sense of shock therefore the reader understands the true nature of The War compared to the glorified image created by those who either were far enough from the front lines to be safe or those who had never experienced the true nature of war. Alternatively this passage was written so the reader would understand and empathise with Stephen, as he wishes for the Boy’s release from pain and wishes “for him to die”, however it is also argue able that Stephen is cold hearted and selfish. Although this interpretation is incredibly unlikely and therefore an ambiguous passage, a common motif throughout this poem. Also Stephens attempts at consoling the grieving nurse by “catching her eye” juxtaposes the previous analysis and this also creates a sense of empathy towards Stephen and almost pity as his first sign of weakness since losing Isabelle is being portrayed. Faulk’s depiction of the gassed boy links contextually to Owens poem “Dulce Et Decorum Est” as both of their works link to similar chaos in the war. However, that being said, Owens poem contains more similes throughout the description of the tragic events, “Bent double, like old beggars under sacks”. Also, Unlike Birdsong, “Dulce Et Decorum Est” creates a much more ambiguous tone as it is unclear until the mention of “gas” that this poem is indeed relating to the First World War and not just some other war in the past. Both texts are, ultimately, attempting to shock yet inform the readers into comprehending the tragic events which occurred in the war and it’s repercussions. The use of the simile to describe the burdened soldiers also creates a sense of empathy towards them similar to that of Birdsong towards Stephen, however unlike Birdsong the sense of empathy is created around the soldiers experiencing the havoc rather than Stephen watching a boy suffering and being no more than a bystander unable to aid him in anyway and therefore being too weak to help the boy, similarly like the soldiers being too weak to prevent ordeals they face being gassed.

Bibliography:

Mullan, J, Birdsong by Sebastian Faulks (The Guardian)

Faulks, S, Birdsong(London, Vintage, 1993) p7

Ibid

Ibid

James, D, AS/A-Level Student Text Guide Birdsong Sebastian Faulks(London, Phillip Allan, 2010) p56

Owen, W, The War Poems of Wilfred Owen(London, Chatto & Windus Limited, 1984) p35

Faulks, S, Birdsong(London, Vintage, 1993) p381

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Faulks, S, Birdsong(London, Vintage, 1993) p403

Faulks, S, Birdsong(London, Vintage, 1993) p240

Faulks, S, Birdsong(London, Vintage, 1993) p186

Faulks, S, Birdsong(London, Vintage, 1993) p187

Owen, W, The War Poems of Wilfred Owen (London, Chatto & Windus Limited, 1984) p29Image

My Recreation Poem: Mrs. Lightyear

There he goes again, Pig, Dino and “Howdy” too,

Following him like sheep across the open road to anew,

Bo-peep always had them in tow wherever she went,

However all he does is forget and repent,

He ignores me all day until night,

And all he wants then is my light,

He wants to stab me with his laser,

And for me to show him some pleasure,

However I disagree as he is vile and full of disgust,

As all he does is sit and rust,

He sits there all day talking about stories full of lies,

And all I do, when listening, is laze and die,

For being able to tolerate him is a gift,

which non but a innocent boy can accomplish,

Corrupt and misconduct,

Is his only product,

Through the eyes of mislead admirers,

He is only deemed higher,

To infinity and beyond?

More like to stupidity, I was not fond,

Piss off you bastard,

And don’t come back,

I can do without you, your fantasies and your lousy sack,

You try to console me,

To keep your integrity,

Don’t bother trying,

You are already failing,

You wish to hear my catchphrase which you sorely lack,

Be gone, be gone and never come back.

English Literature - Mrs. Lightyear Image

My Full English Language Monolouge

[The man sat across from the journalist whom was writing at a furious speed].

Why yes I performed many transactions in numerous banks around the world, although whether they were acceptable is the true question …

[the man takes a sip from the wine glass in his hand making his red wine stained lips shine ever so slightly]

hmmm … I suppose leaving this question unanswered will lead to many speculations from many people am I correct? I presume so at least. But why not I’m retired and it was all

[mutters to himself]

how do I say it c’était une partie de plaisir de toute façon. It was all fun and games, and besides whether I say that I performed those simple little transactions or whether I didn’t, there is none to disagree.

[the man takes another sip and sighs looking at the half full glass]

Oui the famous or infamous, diamant yeux renard, or as you fools would say Diamond Eyed Fox, butchering the French language, was indeed moi. I performed many transactions with hundreds of people all over the world in the years prior to my retirement, not to mention my rather bodacious dealings with Wall Street in the 1920’s 30 years ago, although you should know that, why they covered my dealings up with lie’s Vous voyez they never did tell the public the true reasons about the grande dépression am I right?

Vous voyez I was untouchable no one could catch me I would have acquired your fancy looking camera there or your prized artwork on your walls right from under your nose. No one not even those porcs américains ever saw me coming.

Hmm a delicious vintage. Would you care for a glass? No?  No matter then. But anyway I digress. You wish to know my story yes?

[the man composes himself before dictating his game]

Vous voyez I was born on January nineteenth nineteen ‘o’ one and I soon acquired the title of one of the noble family’s called – wait. No best keep that a secret eh?

[The man smiles in amusement to the journalist]

Mon enfance was not a pleasant one like many other childhoods or at least it could of been, vous voyez I was not born into the family like my numerous brothers, I was born on the poor streets of Paris and not the glorified and pretentious “poor streets” I mean the poor streets where you feared for your life if a soûl, drunk, man walked the other way.

[The man looked out of the window whilst thinking]

You see I never did once think of how I came to be there but this upbringing is the reason I stole. Vous voyez I stole to stay alive I would have starved to death and then all the other lives I have influenced with my games would be dull and boring.

After a few years of living in the streets my “parents” discovered me and took me to my “new life” or so they claimed. Almost a dickens story, so when does the evil uncle or stepfather come in you ask.

[The man laughed to himself]

He or she never did and anyway yes my new life upon which I was dressed up to be une marionnette entre une société de marionnettes, a puppet amongst a society of puppets. I suppose one could argue my life had turned out for the better, yet I disagree it was only until I got away from my disgusting brothers, that I went back to my hobby or as I still see it as my profesion and reached for my life with outstretched arms.

[The man takes another sip straightening his hair so it’s combed back style was in order and he lit his pipe filling the room with the toxic smoke]

Would you care for some tobacco for your pipe? Pas? Okay well it is your lose they are the finest in all of France and so is le vin, or wine as you would call it. De toute façon vous voyez after a couple of years living life in luxury I was invited to a ceremony in Paris for an exhibition to some famous artist called, hmm, I believe it was Da Vinci …

[the man looks down in deep thought, smoking his pipe heavily, before looking up quickly]

Peu importe ce n’est pas important. It is irrelevant. Whilst I looked around the gallery of fine work I happened to come across a… er how do I put it tiare  no that is not right. It’s a hat in which jewels are put in… no not a crown it is for femmes… yes a tiara, anyway, this tiare was an exquisite thing of pure perfection it was white gold of the finest quality and had diamants inlayed in the precious metal within the shape of tears and other various patterns and it captivated me. I wanted it. I yearned for it. As a grieving Mama grieves for her lost child. Just as I grieved for my mama. I needed it. So, I came back the next night except for unlike the other guests who went by foot through the front door, dismissing the beggars that waited outside for them. I went by rooftops wearing the exact same tuxedo as the previous night, vous voyez I climbed in through the balcony door. Whilst everyone was observing the unveiling of the art work I took my trophy and left. Oui just that simple.

But no that is not enough for you? Alright then let me tell you of my most famous business deal. It was the 19th of September 1934 a year before la grande guerre, the great war, I had come across an Interesting item one that could fund my new family and enable mes petits enfants to live like I dreamed. Again, similarly to the tiara I craved for this piece of art, this glorious master piece that is now mine-

[the man coughed violently, coughing into his handkerchief before examining it with slight concern and putting the blood stained handkerchief in his coat pocket]

Ne vous inquiétez pas don’t worry, don’t worry I am fine, please no. Just a little cold.

Anyway vous voyez, this single item, this little transaction is and may still be for many more years, hopefully, the pinnacle of my profesion. It was London 1934 just before the war and people knew that the war was inevitable. It was on their faces and the cold winds brought a new sense of foreboding. I nor those whom I had dealt with, had felt a storm like this for many many years. It was a rather dire time then. Possibly the worst winter Angleterre had suffered from. And for the last time before that ghastly event, which is now being “glorified” and has changed the future for our children, the crown jewels was on displayed. No no I never stole them I’m no thief I’m just a business man with too much time on his hands. No vous voyez I loved the jewels and the many many diamants displayed and so with the country already in upheaval getting ready for the worst thing to scar mankind I decided and shortly proceeded and repossessed those wondrous treasures. Where are they?

[The man laughed gently]

They have been with us this whole time.

[The man caressed the pommel of his cane with had a blue diamond inside just visible.]

Hmmm do you hear that. Those sirens outside I presume they are for me. Well this time I unfortunately have to leave, comme vous le voyez I’m not the most legal person you will find, from our rather nostalgic meetings.

You wish to know more? Well I’m afraid that will have to wait until next time and so will my name  Adieu!

[The man got up picked up his cane and left carrying it under his arm smoking his pipe into the night outside and vanished like his tale of the tiara]Image

My English Language Monologue

Why yes I performed many transactions in various banks around the world, although whether they were legal is the true question … hmmm … i suppose leaving this question unanswered will lead to many speculations from many people. But why not i’m retired and whether i say that i performed those simple little transactions there is no evidence to prove it. Ouithe infamous diamant d’argent de voleur, or as you fools would say Silver Diamond Thief, butchering the french language, was moi. I stole from hundreds of american’s in the years, not to mention my dealings with wall street in the 1960′s, you see i was untouchable no one could catch me and I’d steal your belongings right from under your noses. No one not even those porcs américains never saw me coming…Image