Showing posts with label love letter. Show all posts
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Marriage à la Mode, by Katherine Mansfield

SUMMARY, by Nora Carranza

It was Saturday afternoon and William was about to take a train in London, as he did many previous Saturdays. He felt sorrow for not having bought a suitable present for the kids, Paddy and Johnny, who awaited happily for the arrival of their dad because of his presents. 

The kids got annoyed when they obtained the same boxes of sweets William used to buy at the station.

As he intended to offer some different gifts, he made his decision for fruits: a melon and a pineapple. That matter of toys and objects for the children wasn’t an easy subject for William. His wife, Isabel, disapproved of the varied toys their children had, and destroyed them considering them typical and usual objects for children to play, a bad influence for the infant’s education and emotions.

It seems that there was a “new Isabel”, with new ideas, living in a new house, surrounded by new friends, a group of young poets, who, for instance, eagerly enjoy the children’s sweets. So, William, with disgust, imagine one of them lapping up a slice of the melon he had already bought.

The train arrived at the crowded platform, William looked for the first-class smoker carriage, where he got comfortable in a corner and began to concentrate in his professional papers, while the usual bad distress in his breast diminished.

After a time travelling, his attention moved from his papers to the landscape, and as every Saturday, the images he contemplated drove him to Isabel. William thought about the New Isabel and the previous Isabel.

William remembered when, some time ago, coming back from his office, he met his loved family in the little white house, the one with blue curtains and beautiful petunias. But then, William had no idea about the inconvenience that little house represented for Isabel. He didn’t imagine Isabel felt lonely, disliked the Nanny and was willing to know interesting people and attend to cultural activities.

William also remembered the holidays the family used to have, how he and Isabel enjoyed being young, eating and sleeping together. But now, the New Isabel would be horrified with this kind of sentimentalism in her husband.

The New Isabel had found congenial people, could go about more, and she lived in a new house surrounded by new amazing friends, a new, large house, where William felt strange and where Isabel accused him of being tragic and dull.

The train arrived at the station, William saw her waiting for him, beautiful and alone, and for a moment, he had the illusion that nobody else had gone with Isabel to the station…, but he was mistaken because all the others ―Bill Hunt, Dennis Green and Moira Morrison― waited outside in the taxi. He could only say, “Oh!”

The taxi went to the shop where Bobby Kane had been choosing sweets because of their divine colours and aspect. He went out to meet the group and, as the shopman ran after him claiming for the money, Isabel has to pay for the sweets.

Isabel laughed when William explained the fruits were for the kids and said they would suffer agonies eating them, although she and Moira were delighted with the melon and pineapple.

After tea, William found himself alone, the kiddies were asleep, and the poets were off to bathe. He went to the sitting room, and there he discovered paintings on the walls and ashtrays full of cigarette ends everywhere.

The bathers came back, altering the quiet of the garden, asking for music, making snob jokes, until they had supper, eating and drinking a lot. Isabel filled glasses and changed plates. In the end, they all felt tired and went to bed.

The next afternoon, waiting for the taxi, William was finally alone with Isabel, but nevertheless he felt there was nothing to say.

Isabel mentioned they almost hadn’t seen each other, it has been so a short time, the children have been out… The next time!

The taxi arrived, Isabel said goodbye, gave a quick kiss to William and went inside.

When he was seated on the train with his arms around the pain in his breast, he began to write mentally a letter for Isabel, the New Isabel.

When the post arrived, the indolent group were sitting outside the house. The letter to Isabel had pages and pages, and began with “My darling, precious Isabel”.

William didn’t want to be a nuisance to her happiness.

Isabel passed through different emotions: fear, astonishment, confusion, and finally she laughed a lot.

She was asked to read out the letter and, as she did, they all went making laugh and fun about the moving William’s words.

Isabel run up to her bedroom, resenting the vain behaviour of her friends, while they were calling her from the garden, “Come for a bathe”!

Isabel knew she should stay and write to William, she had to decide! But, oh, it was too difficult! Better later… and Isabel ran downstairs laughing.

 

In this story, the group of poets appears like indolent, unproductive people. They don’t care about responsibilities in their life, nor respect the person who really works and whom they owe meals, house and entertainments. Even Isabel shares their inconsistent way of life.

I think these are common traits for many artists, like writers, painters, musicians, philosophers, sensitive people, absorbed in their creative mind, that must keep apart from every day’s matters to go on with their artistic or intellectual creation.

But other artists or thinkers can produce excellent works, earning a living by them, and keeping active compromise with the world they live in.

What could be the circumstances or conditions that determine which one of these ways a gifted person has to live in?

 

QUESTIONS

-Do you always take things to your family / friends when you go away? What kind of things do you usually take?

-Should taste be taught? Who decides tastes in a person life?

-How can you define a snob person? Remember, “snob” comes from “sans noblesse”, that is “without nobility”.

-In the story, Isabel has changed after meeting some artists ang going to Paris with Moira. Do you think a friend, a book, a travel, can change radically a person?

-William is a grey, dull person that works in an office. He has traditional points of view and prejudices (“Hysterical”, of a girl running along the station.) And Isabel is lively, extrovert. Can personality decide about your job / loves / happiness? Give examples.

-Isabel new friends are a group of artists. What can you tell about the group of artists in La Dolce Vita? Can you compare the couple in La vie d’Adèle to William and Isabel?

-What is the touchstone to know what is really like a person?

-What do you know about the Ecclesiastes?

-In the station, when William goes back to London, Isabel wants to carry his suitcase. What do you thing about the traditional politeness to women?

-In your opinion, does Isabel really love William / their children? And what about William?

-Why did she laugh reading his letter? Will she write to him at the end?

-According to your view, who is right in their disagreement?

 

VOCABULARY

hard lines, ribbing, scrapped, poky, chambers, pinning, plait, wad, wiles, paper

AUDIOBOOK

ANOTHER AUDIOBOOK (from minute 32:59)

Marriage à la Mode, by William Hogarth

Line of beauty, by Hogarth

SUMMARY AND ANALYSIS

ANALYSIS AND CRITICISM

Remember This, by Graham Swift

Remember This

The story has two very different parts.

First: A just married couple go to see a solicitor to make their will. They feel elated making this great document with an attorney that is a really nice person. But, after the appointment, the weather isn’t so nice: the sky is threatening with clouds and rain. All the way, they went to celebrate it, and make love twice and spend the rest of their day off at home because of the rain. There they discuss what they’ve just done and how can a solicitor be so nice and inventing a family for him.

Second: In the evening, while his wife is sleeping, the husband gets up and decides to write a love letter to his wife, because he has never written one. The beginning is easy, but he doesn’t know how to go on. So it’s only three lines long and signs it. He puts it in an envelope with only his wife’s name on the address, but he doesn’t know what to do with it. Was he giving it to her? In the end, he hides it, waiting for a special moment to delivery it. But he never does, because they get divorced, and in these circumstances it wouldn’t be a good moment. And he keeps the letter forever.

 

I think this story is a very special one because in it the divorce isn’t a kind of catastrophe, but something that will happen in the course of any marriage. It’s as if a divorce was a regular phase in the life of everybody who is married. In my opinion, the key of the story is the written document that tells our legacy. They make their will to give their possessions to the other, and the husband writes a letter to remember all the love he felt for his wife, even when they got divorced. And not “love” in general, but the love they experienced for each other in that Friday when they made their will. So that day off was the treasure, the diamond, of their love. And then, like a testament, he will never deliver it while living. Perhaps his heirs will.

QUESTIONS

Have you done your will and your last orders? Do you recommend doing it? Why?

When do you usually dress up? Did you find in an embarrassing situation because of your clothes?

What do you think about formalisms? When are they necessary, and when are they old-fashioned? A dress/position, does it change your personality?

In your opinion, why is the husband thinking about his wife’s bum when they were going to the solicitor and even at the beginning of their meeting?

What can be the difference between “grow older” and “age” (verb)?

What is the symbol of the umbrella in this context?

After the meeting with the solicitor, “the clouds had thickened” and while they were having lunch, “the sky turner threatening”. What does it suggest?

Why do you imagine this day was more a celebration for them than even their wedding?

So much thinking about Mr Reeves, what can be the author intention for this? Can another person’s character change your points of view?

Do you regret that the habit of writing love letters has been lost? Do you think it’s better the modern way with WhatsApp or emails? Examples of love letters.

What do you think it’s better for a love letter, the details or the solemn statements and promises?

“The essence of love letters is separation”. How true is this sentence?

Are you a person who procrastinates? Do you think it is a serious problem and that it can be solved? How can it be solved?

The way of destroying a letter: Do you approve of rituals, or do you think they’re unnecessary formalisms?

Do you have a secret place at home?

“It was like looking at his own face in the mirror, but not at the face that would  […] replicate what he might do”. What do you know about “The Portrait of Dorian Gray”, by Oscar Wilde?

Why do you think that at the end he says he was a “poor sad fool”?

 

VOCABULARY

solicitor, giggly, grim, steered, drafted, pending, commitment, clingy, common, enhanced, slithery, shrug, pelt down, stair rods, starter home, sopping, Welsh rarebit, lingeringly, inkling, smitten, welling, nuzzled, woo, assailed, random, stash, fountain pen, release, bland, snags, prickly, chocking, faltered, yearning /longing, misdeed, spilled, fitted, propped, endorse, anointing, poker, quilted, penned, last ditch, warped, fabrication, concocted, smirking, mustered