Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Indian Camp

          My favorite story out of A Rose for Emily, Indian Camp and Hills Like White Elephants, is Indian Camp by Ernest Hemingway. I enjoyed this story the most because though it has hidden messages, it was easier to understand than A Rose for Emily or Hills Like White Elephants. The way the story is written is much more straightforward and clear. Also, I liked the plot in Indian Camp more than in the other stories. The story begins with a stronger introduction of the characters, a problem (the sick women) and a way to solve the problem and a resolution. The literary devices used in this story consist mainly of a lot of imagery, motifs, symbolism, foreshadowing and irony. I liked that there was a plot twist, or an example of irony, at the end of the story when the "father" of the baby kills himself. Another very important example of irony in this story is that the father on the upper bunk isn't actually the real father. The real father is Uncle George, which is why he is the one holding the woman still and staying beside her for the whole the time she is in labor. Additionally, cigars are mentioned a couple of times in the story; when they first arrive and Uncle George gives two Indians his cigars and second, when the "father" in the upper bunk is smoking one. In the beginning of the story, imagery is used to describe the land around Nick, Nick's father and Uncle George.
          Overall, I enjoyed this story because it is a great coming of age story that tells the story of not only a women in labor and conflict of the fact that her husband is not the father of her child, but also the relationship between a boy and his father. Nick watches his father preform a great medical procedure on the woman and asks many questions with a curious and open mind. I liked reading Indian Camp because of it is a clear, well written coming of age story that contains strong literary devices and an acceptable plot structure that is generally better than the structure in A Rose for Emily and Hills Like White Elephants.

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