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Reflection on Dear Life
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Among Alice Munro’s books, I choose the Dear Life, her newest work, to read.In this book, I pick up The Eye and Voices, because “the eye” and “voices” are two of our senses and I want to know what kind of stories will happen in front of my eyes and what voices Munro created I will hear.After read these two stories, I feel an enormous heavine is coming over me, though some plots naturally come to my eyes, without any reasonable reasons, which is Munro’s writing feature.In the first story: The Eye, leading character, a little girl, about six years old, told us a little piece of her life about her babysitter, Sadie.In the first half of the story, everything is OK!Some ordinary plots develop gradually in their orders: how did Sadie come to her house;how did she like Sadie gradually? However, when I take these easily, something sad naturally happened, even I do not realize it just like the little girl.“…I knew Sadie was somewhere and I did not want to see her.My mother had not actually said that I would have to see her but she had not said that I wouldn’t have to, either.Sadie had been killed when walking home from the Royal-T dance hall…”
This plot happened, when the little was taken to a place to see Sadie by her mother, before the plot, she just paid attention to two boys of her school she encountered.The death of Sadie was first to come to my eyes.I felt surprise but it naturally happened, without big transition.“…Just as I thought this might be poible, I heard my mother and the woman she seemed now to be conniving with speak of what was worse than anything.Seeing Sadie.Yes, my mother was saying.Of course, we must see Sadie.Dead Sadie….”
Then the poor girl had to receive the truth, even she did not know the coffin, did
not know what the death was.In the continuous plots, I saw the “dead Sadie” in the little girl’s eyes.“…First at the little yellow cushion that was under her neck and that also managed to cover her throat and chin and the one cheek I could easily see…her eyelid on my side moved.It was not opening or halfway opening or anything like that, but lifting just such a tiny bit as would make it poible, if you were her, if you were inside her…”
The cruel death was not so scared in her eyes: “I was not surprised then and not in the least scared.” Even the “dead Sadie” was beautiful and quiet.After seeing Sadie, the little girl took it easy.She had no one word about Sadie, even if her mother wanted her to say something.She took it as smoothly as the death plot happened.For me it is a cruel scene.However, surprise to me, her heart was quiet, without any sad mood.I believe that she was sad, but she was too little to know what sadne was.As for her last words, I would like to consider that she just remembered that this thing happened once in her mind.Sadie once came to her house and gone.She just believed it easily.Sadie’s death was like a dim sort of hole in her inside.In her youth, the hole was always lasting, but she found it easier, if she was in spite of it and it seemed that it vanished, with her growth.Sometime, something sad gives us impreive image.We cannot forget it, but we can be in spite of it like the little girl, which can make us get it over more easily.If it is the death that makes me feel heavy in the first story, the fuzzine of understanding in which main story happened makes me feel heavy.The second story: Voices, is not so sad like The Eye.The story’s leading character is also a little girl.She told us something about her family, her mother, father and many trivial things, but most of them were around dancing.Main story happened in a dancing house.She and her mother attended the dance.When she went upstairs to get her coat which she put on the upstairs before, she saw a
girl was hurt and crying and some people were comforting her on the stairs.Two of these people were men in Air Force uniforms.“…There was a girl sitting on the step above them, and the man nearest to her was patting her leg in a comforting way…Peggy.Her name was Peggy.“Peggy, Peggy,” the young men were saying, in their urgent and even tender voices…What was going on? I had no way of knowing.The boy who had offered the gum noticed me, while rummaging in his pocket, and he said, “Peggy? Peggy, here is a little girl I think wants to go upstairs.” …”
The man’s voices were impreive for the little girl, “…For a long time I remembered the voices.I pondered over the men’s voices.Not Peggy’s…So I wonder if it was the accent of some part of Britain that I was finding so mild and entrancing.It was certainly true that I had never in my life heard a man speak in that way, treating a woman as if she was so fine and valued a creature that whatever it was, whatever unkindne had come near her, was somehow a breach of a law, a sin.”
They were so kind, even if when their life were uncertain, with uncertain disaster, as soldiers.Their voices were so impreive that “their voices were now directed to myself and not to any unneceary third party.”
In fact, I do not really understand why the man’s voices exert so great impact on the little girl, maybe the kindne, the emotion, the softne and so on.In the girl’s mind, soldiers seemed to be unable to open their mouths without uttering some kind of bleing.The voices giving her the feeling of love may be the main reason.In my opinion, strangene and irrationality make up Munro’s special and great works, giving us more spaces to make up our understanding and imagines.
