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Showing posts with label Classics. Show all posts
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Friday, June 24, 2016

Farewell grade 4s!

Today was the last day of school for my grade 4s. It's been a wonderful year and it was hard to say goodbye to such wonderful kids.

I've started a new tradition this year. Each year, I'll buy a book to dedicate to that class, then have them sign it.

This year, I purchased The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore. It's such a special book, and one that has burrowed into my heart.

This is what I wrote in my dedication to this year's class:

Dear grade 4s,

In honour of you and your hard work this year, I’m dedicating The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore to you. As described in the book, your life is a story, one you can share with the world. This year has been just one chapter from your story. You have many chapters ahead of you to make up your life story. Whatever you do, wherever life takes you, I hope you will make a mark on this world. Life isn’t about being the smartest or getting the best marks, or graduating from the best university with the most prestigious career. It’s about making your mark on the world. As this chapter of your story closes, know that you have left an imprint on my life, just like words on a page. You will change the world, one way or another. I hope you will always strive to make the world better.

All the best in grade five!

Love, Ms. Mac
2015-2016

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Father knows best?

In a recent conversation with my parents, I mentioned that I wanted to start reading more classics. While I love many classics, including everything by Jane Austen and the Bronte sisters, I find that I need to be in the right mood to read them. Consequently, I have a long list of authors I would like to try but just haven't gotten around to, such as John Steinbeck and Ernest Hemmingway. My Dad, a big fan of John Steinbeck, recommended an author I had never heard of, a Mr. Nevil Shute. The late Nevil Shute has written several books, many taking place during World War II or on the subject of aviation (Shute was an aeronautical engineer as well as a popular novelist). While I have only read two of his novels at this point, I now consider myself a big fan of Nevil Shute. Here is a little taste of the novels I have read- I hope you'll give him a try too.

On the Beach is perhaps the most well known of Nevil Shute's novels. After a nuclear war has wiped out most of the earth's populations, the few survivors await for the radiation sickness to come. Shute introduces some unforgettable characters in this book who all cope in different ways- a young woman who copes with levity and plenty of alcohol, a young couple with a new baby who plan next year's garden and find respite in day-to-day tasks, and an American submarine captain who finds comfort by pretending that his wife and children are still alive and well, waiting for him to return home. Some characters deal with their coming deaths with grim finality, while others cling to hope. Shute writes in a very straightforward, simple manner. He makes every word count, and the pace carries on despite the sometimes mundane events in the novel. This novel is almost anti-climactic, yet somehow that makes it all the more compelling. I found myself clinging to hope at times, while at other times I was overwhelmed with despair. This is the kind of novel that doesn't let go of you once you have closed its pages- it clings to you and makes you think. Wonderful.

The Pied Piper is a more exciting, suspenseful narrative, yet it is written in the same straightforward, highly readable manner as On the Beach. In this novel, an elderly Briton travels to France for a fishing trip during the Second World War. His vacation is cut short, however, when he learns that the Germans are invading France. He agrees to take two young children back to Britain with him, and he soon finds himself in danger as the country becomes increasingly battle-stricken. As he makes the slow and arduous journey, Mr. Howard finds more children who are in danger, and before long he has quite the collection of children to take care of and bring to safety. The old man deals with declinining health, bombs, Nazis and intrigues. This is a wonderful novel - it is highly readable, and it has an engaging, suspenseful plot.

I'm glad I took my Dad's advice and gave this author a try. I'll be sure to take his advice more often in the future- at least on the subject of books!

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Oh big brother, where art thou?

Geroge Orwell's 1984 is one of my favourite novels of all time, and (of course), the inspiration for the name of this blog. I worry that my discussion of the novel can't do it justice, but I'll do my best.

Orwell's masterpiece takes place in a future totalitarian society. The leader of this society is Big Brother- a face plastered on every wall with the slogan  "Big Brother is Always Watching." Through his thought police, Big Brother monitors everything- actions, relationships, work, even language.

Enter Winston Smith- a young man who, discontent with the current situation, decides to enter into a relationship with a young woman. Of course, amorous relationships are banned too. The tension mounts as the thought police learns of Winston and Julia's illicit relationship and try to re-educate the young couple.

What makes the story even more chilling is the resonance it still has today. Orwell wrote the novel in 1948 as a critique of the Soviet Union, yet we can still see parallels to today's governments, even in democratic societies.

As you read it, look for the Big Brothers in our own societies.

And to end my entry, a powerful quote from the novel:

"There was of course no way of knowing whether you were being watched at any given moment. How often, or on what system, the Thought Police plugged in on any individual wire was guesswork. It was even conceivable that they watched everybody all the time. But at any rate they could plug in your wire whenever they wanted to. You had to live—did live, from habit that became instinct—in the assumption that every sound you made was overheard, and, except in darkness, every movement scrutinized."