My views on"the old man and the sea"

My interpretation of the Old man and the Sea

The old man and the sea was written by Ernest Hemingway in 1952. He was born in 1899 and 1961.

 This novel is written at the time of world war. Hemingway drew heavily on his experiences as an avid fisherman, hunter, and bullfighting enthusiast in much of his writing. After the war he settled near Havana, Cuba, and in 1958 he moved to Ketchum, Idaho.

The old man and the sea tell the story of Santiago. He was an aging Cuban fisherman, who alone in his small boat faces the most difficult fight of his life against an enormous and huge figured marlin. Though ordered by his parents to work on a luckier boat, the boy still loves Santiago, and he visits the old man’s simple shack he can. Because at the beginning of this novel, Santiago has lost his fisherman’s luck. He has gone eighty-four days without catching any marketable fish. Because of this unluckiness of Santiago. Even his closest friend, a village boy he taught to fish, has left him to work on another boat. The local fishermen make fun of Santiago or feel sorry for him but he himself remains hopeful and undefeated.

Everyday rises early, prepares his skiff and rows for out into the Gulf Stream in search of marlin. Santiago married once, but now he lives alone in increasing poverty. He has little to eat and frequently must rely on the boy or others in the village to bring him food and clothing. When he was going in the centre of the sea, there he was alone and only waiting for success to catch a marlin. Santiago just waiting, waiting and waiting was the work for him, so at that time he was dreaming the age when he was young. And what he was done at that age, and he also dreams of being young again and seeing “lions on the beaches in the evening”.

At last he caught marlin but by his unlucky, sharks eat the marlin and Santiago returns only with the skeleton of marlin then he falls asleep. The fisherman in the village marvel of the mutilated fish of eighteen- feet, it is the largest marlin they have ever seen. The villagers saw the skeleton and feel sorry about Santiago’s failer but he never felt like a failer and he thought about the next day when he again gone for fishing. This was the end of the old man and the sea.          

    

what is literature?

What is Literature?

v Literature is a term used to describe written or spoken material. Broadly speaking, "literature" is used to describe anything from creative writing to more technical or scientific works, but the term is most commonly used to refer to works of the creative imagination, including works of poetry, drama, fiction, and nonfiction.

v Literature represents a language or a people: culture and tradition. But, literature is more important than just a historical or cultural artifact. Literature introduces us to new worlds of experience. We learn about books and literature; we enjoy the comedies and the tragedies of poems, stories, and plays; and we may even grow and evolve through our literary journey with books.

v Whatever critical paradigm we use to discuss and analyze literature, there is still an artistic quality to the works. Literature is important to us because it speaks to us, it is universal, and it affects us. Even when it is ugly, literature is beautiful.

v Also known as Classics, learning, erudition, belles-lettres, lit, literary works written work, writings, and books.

v Ultimately, we may discover meaning in literature by looking at what the author says and how he/she says it. We may interpret the author's message. In academic circles, this decoding of the text is often carried out through the use of literary theory, using a mythological, sociological, psychological, historical, or other approach.

v "What is Literature?" remains the most significant critical landmark of French literature since World War II. Neither abstract nor abstruse, it is a brilliant, provocative performance by a writer more inspired than cautious.

v Eagleton points out the fragile concept of the literary "canon" with which we are all familiar, and by which we are all conditioned. It is at this juncture, however, that I find myself obliged to stand as a bulwark against his attempted deconstruction of said concept. While he is right that this canon is nothing more than an aggregate of historical literary value judgments, of, in effect, shared belief systems pertaining to the written word, and may very well be a tool for the perpetuation of various social ideologies, I must nevertheless defend this much-maligned group of texts as being, for the most part, valuable and worthwhile. No amount of intellectual posturing can persuade me that The Merchant of Venice is on a par with The Silence of the Lambs. Eagleton's point that each of us is a thinking individual and capable of forming our own opinions as to the literary quality of a given work is well taken; I should not, on the other hand, be criticized for coming to the conclusion, via such prescribed scrutiny, that the majority of texts in the accepted canon are, in fact, literature.

v In summing up, I wish to thank the instructor for his chosen format in the teaching of "Junior Seminar." The application of specific sections of Eagleton's book to selected works of literature (ooh, ooh-"literature"-can't say that, can't say that!) has been invaluable to my awareness of that murky, treacherous nether region of English studies known as literary theory. While realizing that I have only just touched the surface of this gigantic bad egg of pedantry and pretentiousness, I feel confident that I can escape the onslaught of post-structuralists and mimeticists reasonably unscathed.

My thought.....

Never believe what the lines of
 your hand predict about your future
 because people who do not have hands also have future...
Believe in yourself...