2019年12月28日土曜日

Going Home by William Saroyan

  This is a sad story. The protagonist comes back to his home town, to his home, to the kitchen window after a long absence, but he could not knock at the door even though he desperaely wants to see his mother, his brother and his sister. His old memory-- an ugly and bitter memory--prevents him from entering his house. He leaves the house "weeping becaue there was nothing he could do, not one confounded thing."
  This is a moving story. The writer reveals the protagonist's feelings so well that I found myself identified with him. 
   I want to know why he had gone out of the house and had been away from it for a long time. Have I missed the part which describes the reason? Someone out there, help me.

2019年12月15日日曜日

Mrs. Sandoval by William Saroyan


  This is a moving story. Homer, a telegraph messenger, tries to console the woman who knew through the telegraph that her son had been killed in the war, saying, “… But maybe the telegraph is wrong,” in vain. She holds herself in trying not to weep. Looking at her, the messenger boy “saw her back in time, a beautiful woman sitting down beside the crib of her infant son . . . .”

  The description of what the messenger boy imagined is very effective and moves the readers. Also, the description of the boy’s feelings was good: “his mouth whispering crazy young curses.”

2019年12月12日木曜日

When the Woman Come out to Dance By Elmore Leonard


This is a very good entertaining short story. The mystery of Lourdes’s husband, Mr. Zimmer, is revealed at the end of the story. And at the same time it is a surprise for the reader to know how and who killed the strip dancer’s husband, Mr. Mahmood.

It is well developed and full of intriguing scenes for men like “nude, naked, strip, dancer.” The relation between Lourdes and Mrs. Mahmood is skillfully described when Lourdes begins to smoke her master’s cigarette. And the last line, “We having a party for you, Ginger.” Lourdes’s position has become equal to Mrs. Mahmood’s by calling her name.