“How Far She Went” by Mary Hood is an intense narrative full of ever-changing and disruptive emotions. In composing about this narrative and its writer. it can be seen there is more in deepness logical thinking and motive underneath the characters actions than one might ab initio believe. These actions could be likened to a Jungian psychological point of view and political orientation. The narrative conveys the familiarity of a miss. her grandma and the life-changing determinations made through mundane actions.
The writer Mary Hood was born in Georgia and grew up in North Carolina. Her Father nevertheless ; was a native New Yorker that lived in Georgia and as Mary puts it “Even if I could. I would prefer non to take between these two individualities: I am both. I am like Laurie Lee’s fabulous two-headed sheep. which could “sing harmoniously in a dual voice and cross-question itself for hours. ” ( hypertext transfer protocol: //www. phosphate buffer solution. org/riverofsong/music/e3-on_being. hypertext markup language ) . It’s non necessary to give the full URL in an in-text commendation. You may shorten the rubric. such as ( phosphate buffer solution ) Ultimately Mary chose to encompass her southern roots in authoring her fantastically descriptive and traveling narratives as opposed to the northern roots she had been exposed to once. Many a reader is grateful for this pick. since she has written so many fantastic articles and narratives. “How Far She Went” being merely one of these and with which Mary Hood won the awkward diction Flannery O’Connor award for her brilliant rendition of southern life. Mary Hood is the prototype of the strong southern flirtatious adult female and she transfers this on to her chief character. the grandma in “How Far She Went. ”
The writer likes to depict Southerners as longwinded and talking with blunt and unhurried southern drawls. This inclination the writer speaks of ; that Southerners tend to be so full of words and sentiments. could easy impart itself to holding an air of give voicing the extravert defined as “a individual concerned more with practical worlds than with interior ideas and feelings. ” ( hypertext transfer protocol: //dictionary. mention. com/search? q=extrovert ) ( dictionary ) The author’s personal life experiences have colored her authorship manner and procedure and the development of the characters in her narratives. The character created by the writer ; that of the granddaughter in “How Far She Went” exhibits a definite extroverted personality. Her extrospective personality is full of trembling adolescent fury and insecurity. so it’s seen in the visible radiation in which it was meant to be portrayed in ; a defiant and mindless extraversion to shore up the immature girl’s defences.
In “How Far She Went” the older and wiser chief character introduced to us as “Granny” ( DiYanni p543 ) ( Hood 543 ) use the author’s name. non the editor’scould be described in Jungian footings as holding a quandary with her personal unconscious or “repressed memories. wants. emotions. and subliminal perceptual experiences of a personal nature. ” ( hypertext transfer protocol: //www. cgjungpage. org/fordhamglos. hypertext markup language ) The quandary of the grandmother’s personal unconscious rears its black caput. when she begins to reminisce over the birth of her first born kid Sylvie. “‘Tie her to the fencing and give her a bale of hay. ‘” she murmured. drugged. and they teased her. excused her for such a welcoming. faulting the anaesthesia. but it went deeper than that ; she knew. and the babe knew: there was no love in the begetting. That was the secret. inexcusable. that non another good thing could of all time do up for. where all the bad had come from. like a trial. a penalty. She knew that was why Sylvie had been wild. had gone to earth so early. and before deceasing had made this kid in sudden marriage. a kid who would be merely like her. would transport the pain on into another coevals. ” ( DiYanni. p. 545 )
The grandmother’s personal unconscious and the memories of her first born have taken their toll on the “child made in sudden wedlock” and her relationship. Interestingly. the grandma appears to insert her struggle. or her quandary with her personal unconscious inside instead than needlessly rail and fury against unstoppable events as her granddaughter has chosen to make. Although the method chosen by the grandma ; that of quiet disgust and contempt aimed at her granddaughter. is far more detrimental to herself. than the 1s around her. There is besides rather a spot of self-pity the grandma chooses to wallow in.
This desire to ache and flog out at the miss is in a manner. an effort to utilize “repression: the more or less calculated backdown of attending from some disagreeable experience. ” ( hypertext transfer protocol: //www. cgjungpage. org/fordhamglos. hypertext markup language ) . doing it to be expelled from consciousness so that it can non be recalled at will. In actuality ; the grandma is merely doing “trauma: psychic injury” to herself and to her granddaughter ; caught in the center of her asleep Mother’s floging out. and her grandmother’s fury and denial of non merely her. but her first born girl every bit good. The sum and degree of injury can be briefly seen in the granddaughter’s ain words “I could turn this whole house over. dump it! Leave you driveling over that stinking covetous Canis familiaris in the dust! ” ( DiYanni. p. 544 )
After reading this line. the reader can see that the granddaughter has an obvious green-eyed monster towards the grandmother’s Canis familiaris. and is ferocious. bewildered and is pig-headedly declining to set on the mask of credence to show a willing and understanding character of a “good” granddaughter. She wants her grandma to love her every bit much as the small Canis familiaris. The granddaughter. still full of fury and weakness in her desire to be accepted ; farther attempts to floor her Grandmother into demoing some kind of reaction be it blessing or disapproval shrieks “Scatter the Holy Bible like confetti and ravel the crochet into stat mis of stupid twine! ” ( DiYanni. p. 544 ) The miss seems so noncompliant and full of sloppiness. There is a rebelliousness and about proud air of eventually being able to let go of the “shadow” within herself or in Jungian footings: “the primitive. uncontrolled. and carnal portion of ourselves. ” ( hypertext transfer protocol: //www. jungatlanta. com/shadow. hypertext markup language )
Yet. no affair the personal torment and familial problems experienced and sometimes caused by the grandma. the one true and loyal presence in her life was that of her spastically happy and loyal four-legged best friend ; her Canis familiaris. It seems the grandma is more affiliated and devoted to her Canis familiaris. than her ain granddaughter. She has neither fond raps nor any grandmotherly smilings for her granddaughter yet. she smiles a little smiling every clip the Canis familiaris comes to her. As it rounds the corner the small dog jogs across the pace ; and the Sun that shines upon its dorsum is reflected in the eyes of her smiling. This attitude is unbearable for the granddaughter.
It sears at her bosom with every lost chance of notice and fondness. She waits impatiently for credence and is afraid it will ne’er come. Her defiant. proud and chesty attitude hides her green-eyed monster and serves to protect her well. It is the lone armour she has. Like the well- known theory of C. G. Jung. she has a “shadow side” and this is merely one of the traits of her shadow side. Jung felt that our shadow side “consisted of two contradictory facets. ” his “No. 1” and “No. 2” personalities. both of which were “extremely limited. capable to all possible ego misrepresentations and mistakes. tempers. emotions. passions. and wickednesss. ” “Both were “childish. vain. opportunism. defiant. in demand of love. envious. unfair. sensitive. lazy. irresponsible. and so on. ( hypertext transfer protocol: //www. cgjungpage. org/fordhamarch. hypertext markup language )
Yet. as is to be expected in most people ; after violently jostling their shadow into the visible radiation of observation. there is shame and horror that this facet of our mind and personality has been illuminated for all to bear informant. So. in that shame and horror. “she didn’t move. non until her cryings rose to run into her colour. and so to get away the shame of minding so much she fled. Just headed off. blind. It didn’t affair. this clip. how far she went. ” ( DiYanni p. 544 )
It’s obvious the miss wants to avoid demoing her hurting and so alternatively. she runs fast and far off. Again ; this type of turning away is by and large labeled by Jung as repression “repression: the more or less calculated backdown of attending from some disagreeable experience. doing it to be expelled from consciousness so that it can non be recalled at will. ” The reader can see that both the grandma and the granddaughter every bit good. are expert at avoiding their true feelings and ideas. This is damaging to any farther communicating or hopes of happening peace and credence as a household. Until some kind of armistice can be called between them. there is no hope of peace. Until both the adult female and the kid can happen what it is that has genuinely hurt them and convey it out of repression. there is no opportunity of working on their issues. The granddaughter chooses non to work on these issues when she runs out of her grandmother’s house.
After she has left her grandmas house. her grandma goes to the cemetery where her first born kid Sylvie lies underground in the dull darkness. This is more an act of attrition instead than one of love for Sylvie. As the grandma is keeping the landscape of her daughter’s grave site. her granddaughter appears on the dorsum of a noisy bike being driven by a dirty. leering biker. The miss is announces haughtily that she’s go forthing. This is yet another effort to motivate a reaction from the grandma to turn out how much she loves the granddaughter. As the granddaughter and the biker roar off. the grandma runs to the auto and gives pursuit. As the grandma cuts off the biker. and retrieves her granddaughter. the granddaughter is infuriated at the surcease of her merriment and the disconnected arrest to her programs. The biker lets the grandma take the girl off. and so in a alteration of head. he starts to give pursuit to both of the adult females. Both of the riders in the old auto are terrified but resilient.
They are running from the biker as difficult and fast as they can. The old auto is traveling every bit fast as can be. but finally the auto becomes stuck. and the adult females have to bail out and do a tally over the land to evade their chasers. In the huffy pursuit with granny’s Canis familiaris pinching at their heels. they are able to happen a hiding topographic point. Their hiding topographic point is under a wharf in the H2O. and the most of import activity involves shushing their ragged external respiration while trembling from the fright and the effort of running. The lone job is that the rockerss are coming and they’re looking for them! The spastic Canis familiaris is still spastic and the old adult female knows her darling Canis familiaris like no 1 else does. She knows the Canis familiaris will uncover their concealment topographic point when he begins to bark and yelp and there is no mark of him of all time halting. As she realizes this. she besides realizes what must be done. She pushes the Canis familiaris under the H2O. The lone sound heard are the bubbles being released from the small dog’s oral cavity. The old adult female ahs made the ultimate forfeit for her granddaughter. That of one life for another.
At this point. the miss sees what has been sacrificed for her. and she is keenly cognizant of the monetary value that has been paid. The healing can now get down between the two of them. Excellent add-on.
The narrative “How Far She Went” is a singular journey of two lost psyches. Two lost psyches that have inadvertently combined in a dance of hurtful accusals and confidant treachery. The beautiful portion of this is that they finally find a new round to dance to. A slower and more accepting pacing ; a more conciliatory round of newfound hope and credence. Your content is first-class. You successfully proved how Jungian theory applies to this narrative. You earned 49 points for content. Mechanicss jobs are minor EXCEPT for mistakes in in-text commendation. Please study the MLA subdivision of your Writer’s Reference before composing your concluding paper. Particularly look at the sample paper get downing on page 351. and observe how the in-text commendations are done for each of the Works Cited. You earned 42 points for mechanics. for a sum of 91.
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