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Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Literary Analysis Questions #1


(1) The Plot of "The Martian Chronicles"  is a human astronaut lands on Mars, unaware that it's inhabited. One of the Citizens of the small village he lands near, Mrs. Yll(I have no clue how to pronounce that) has recurring dreams of him Landing in the Green valley down the hill from their home. Her Husband dismisses her dreams as just nonsense, but keeps a close eye on her anyways.

(2) The theme of the novel is a Sci-Fi style story of discovery, danger, and most likely love.

(3) The Author is an early riser, and probably spends most of his time on the novel. He drinks coffee to stay awake long enough to get a thought down. A healthy breakfast with Eggs, Bacon, and some OJ. 
1- The green Valley down the hill from their home.
2- The angry buzz of the evil weapon, and her husband's silver mask to protect him from the Bees.
3- Her husband walked over to a column. A stream of hot, steamy water gurgled out. 

Excerpts like these can't come off the top of your head, you need time to add minute detail to the text.

(4) 1-Sensory Imagery
-The green Valley down the hill from their home.
-The angry buzz of the evil weapon, and her husband's silver mask to protect him from the Bees.
-Her husband walked over to a column. A stream of hot, steamy water gurgled out.
      2-Foreshadowing
-The man came to me in my dream every night.
-And in the dream, didn't the ship land in the Green Valley?
-And it landed this afternoon, didn't it? Yes, but it was only a dream.
      3-Onomatopoeia
-The angry buzz
-A loud Bang from the weapon
-A hiss of hot water from the column.
      4-Tone
-Dawn was cold in the room. A gray light filled her as she lay there.
-One minute it was Ohio Winter, with doors closed, windows locked, Icicles hanging from every roof.
-They had a house of crystal pillars on the Planet Mars, next to an empty ocean 
      5-Idiom
-A heat wave of warmth crossed the small town, as if a bakery door had been left open. 
-Mrs. K walked between two misting pillars. On hot days it was like walking through a creek.  
-Waiting for her husband to return from hunting was like those days when you wait for a thunderstorm.

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