Yet the sense of place in Jazz, as Eudora Welty defines it in her essay “The Eye of the Story,” [1] is a fledgling, tentative one which only timidly heralds Paradise’s discrimination-safe haven. As a new composite, the City is conditioned by the Great Migration from the rural South which started in the 1870s and [...]

“Sth, I know that woman,” the novel begins. “She used to live with a flock of birds on Lenox Avenue. Know her husband, too. He fell for an 18-year-old girl with one of those deep-down, spooky loves that made him so sad and happy he shot her just to keep the feeling going. When the [...]

She stands up in the garden where she has been working and looks into the distance. She has sensed a shift in the weather. There is another gust of wind, a buckle of noise in the air, and the tall cypresses sway. She turns and moves uphill toward the house, climbing over a low wall, [...]

Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself.For Lucy had her work cut out for her. The doors would be taken off their hinges; Rumpelmayer’s men were coming. And then, thought Clarissa Dalloway, what a morning—fresh as if issued to children on a beach.What a lark! What a plunge! For so it had always [...]

Prose Fiction 2: Essay Questions.   Choose an essay question from one of the questions below. The essay should focus upon two texts on the course and should be 2500 words.   1)    ‘The past is only ever finished, never finished with.’ Discuss the relevance of this statement to at least two texts on the course. Pay [...]

Look within and life, it seems, is very far from being “like this”. Examine for a moment an ordinary mind on an ordinary day. The mind receives a myriad impressions—trivial, fantastic, evanescent, or engraved with the sharpness of steel. From all sides they come, an incessant shower of innumerable atoms; and as they fall, as [...]

THERE was not an inch of room for Lottie and Kezia in the buggy. When Pat swung them on top of the luggage they wobbled; the grandmother’s lap was full and Linda Burnell could not possibly have held a lump of a child on hers for any distance. Isabel, very superior, was perched beside the [...]

He waited outside the drawing-room door until the waltz should finish, listening to the skirts that swept against it and to the shuffling of feet. He was still discomposed by the girl’s bitter and sudden retort. It had cast a gloom over him which he tried to dispel by arranging his cuffs and the bows [...]