<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758343178779133408</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:46:41.098+02:00</updated><category term='metamorphosis franz kafka'/><category term='the reader der vorleser bernard schlink'/><category term='the stranger le etranger albert camus existentialism absurdism societal pressure'/><category term='american education system china example uneducated people jobs available'/><title type='text'>Sophia's Baguette</title><subtitle type='html'>Incredibly inane ramblings. Practically schizophrenic really.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophiasbaguette.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758343178779133408/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophiasbaguette.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sophia Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595481374887532386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd1KPhM6hko/TGY5ValwySI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KgmXhjC0xVk/S220/111.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758343178779133408.post-8210908318381149590</id><published>2009-02-10T01:57:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T02:29:30.072+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the reader der vorleser bernard schlink'/><title type='text'>The Reader by Bernard Schlink</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Short Analysis of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernard Schlink's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;The Reader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;der Vorleser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The Reader is a novel that addresses the generation gap of Germans after the second World War. It begs the question of how it is the children of those Germans implicated in the Holocaust, whether directly involved, or placidly docile about it, should feel about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The book is narrated by a German man named Michael, looking back on his life. Sick with Tuberculosis at 15, he falls ill and is rescued by a street conductor named Hanna. Eventually they become lovers. It is written with such consideration for the characters, that the reader can't help but understand Michael's enraptured passion for Hanna. They develop a habit of having Michael read aloud to Hanna. Then one day, with no warning, Hanna disappears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Years later, a cynical University student studying for the bar, Michael and his classmates attend Nazi war trials. Who should he see but Hanna, being tried for a horrific crime she committed while working as a prison guard at a death camp. Although, never speaking with Hanna, Michael attends every day of the trial and becomes invested in the trial. He is tortured by what Hanna has done and by that he loves her so much. Is it a crime to love a criminal? Through this trial, he realizes that Hanna is illiterate, and that because of her unwillingness to unveil this secret of hers she is incapable of defending herself at the trial. The becomes a scapegoat for the other people involved in the crime and is sentenced to life imprisonment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Years pass and Michael has a string of unfeeling affairs. He marries, has a child, divorces. He begins sending Hanna tapes of himself reading books to her. While in prison, Hanna borrows books from the prison library and, following along with the text, manages to teach herself to read and write. She writes to him, but he never replies; only sends more tapes. When she is to be released early due to her good behavior in prison, Michael reluctantly agrees to arrange a living and work situation for her. On the day of her release she hangs herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; The Reader deals with the guilt felt my those who were born after the crimes of their forefathers. Although, they are not directly involved in the crimes they must come to some sort of balance between condemnation and understanding. Are they able to be understanding while still being moral? Or should all perpetrated in the Holocaust be condemned for their part in it? Michael is torn by this when he discovers that the person he loved had so implicitly followed orders to send people to their deaths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The book also deals with the topic of illiteracy. While in prison, after Hanna learns to read and write, she reads a number of books written by prisoners in the camp. It is strongly implied that, due to her ability to read about the victims life, she felt guilt-ridden and that that is what pushed her towards suicide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758343178779133408-8210908318381149590?l=sophiasbaguette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophiasbaguette.blogspot.com/feeds/8210908318381149590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1758343178779133408&amp;postID=8210908318381149590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758343178779133408/posts/default/8210908318381149590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758343178779133408/posts/default/8210908318381149590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophiasbaguette.blogspot.com/2009/02/reader-by-bernard-schlink.html' title='The Reader by Bernard Schlink'/><author><name>Sophia Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595481374887532386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd1KPhM6hko/TGY5ValwySI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KgmXhjC0xVk/S220/111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758343178779133408.post-1525522840390415922</id><published>2009-02-04T06:48:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T02:25:26.349+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the stranger le etranger albert camus existentialism absurdism societal pressure'/><title type='text'>On 'The Stranger'</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }   A:link { so-language: zxx }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Simplified Arabic Fixed,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Short Essay on:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Simplified Arabic Fixed,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Albert Camus'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Simplified Arabic Fixed,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Stranger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;" align="center" lang="fr-FR"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Simplified Arabic Fixed,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;L'étranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;" align="center" lang="fr-FR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Simplified Arabic Fixed,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Simplified Arabic Fixed,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;he Stranger' is a short French novel written in 1942. The entire novel follows a young, somewhat reclusive man named &lt;span lang="fr-FR"&gt;Meursault.&lt;/span&gt; He lives by himself in a small apartment in the city working a standard office job. What makes him significant is that he is apathetic towards everything. Including other people's opinions of him. He refuses to humor people in their expectations of him. He is himself entirely; never pretending he feels when he does not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%;" align="justify"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Simplified Arabic Fixed,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; When he gets involved in a conflict in Algiers and kills a man, he is arrested and put on trial. However, rather than be tried for the murder, the jury condemn him for the lack of emotion he  has about the incident and also his lack of emotion after his mother's death, which happened in the first chapter of the novel. Witnesses are brought in who attest merely to things like his not crying at the funeral, and his having gone to a comedy with his girlfriend the following evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%;" align="justify"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Simplified Arabic Fixed,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; The Stranger is clearly an existential piece. By the end of the novel, Meursault comes to the conclusion that the world is indifferent and essentially pointless, and that the only meaning or purpose in life is invented by humans to cope with their meaningless existence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%;" align="justify"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Simplified Arabic Fixed,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; 'The Stranger' is also a statement about our society, in which a person must follow specific social rules or else be ostracized and persecuted. Whether these rules are logical and have purpose is inconsequential. The point is only to follow them. Why? Because everybody else does? Because it gives people's lives something of a fragile structure? Perhaps it is simply human nature? The reason is beside the point. The ultimate truth of the matter is that we live in a world in which we are constantly required to pretend. We are continuously acting. Whether it be fawning our interest to a colleague or indulging the whims of another, when it comes down to it, we are simply humoring others so as not to be scorned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%;" align="justify"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Simplified Arabic Fixed,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Meursault is a man who is unwilling (or incapable) of doing just that, and is therefor condemned and executed. His final thoughts however, are a laugh of defiance in the face of those who try and claim that life is anything but a trivial string of events which eventually end:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.98in; margin-right: 1.04in; margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; line-height: 200%;" align="justify"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Simplified Arabic Fixed,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;“For the final consummation and for me to feel less lonely, my last wish was that there should be a crowd of spectators at my execution and that they should greet me with cries of hatred.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758343178779133408-1525522840390415922?l=sophiasbaguette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophiasbaguette.blogspot.com/feeds/1525522840390415922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1758343178779133408&amp;postID=1525522840390415922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758343178779133408/posts/default/1525522840390415922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758343178779133408/posts/default/1525522840390415922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophiasbaguette.blogspot.com/2009/02/albert-camus-le-etranger.html' title='On &apos;The Stranger&apos;'/><author><name>Sophia Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595481374887532386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd1KPhM6hko/TGY5ValwySI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KgmXhjC0xVk/S220/111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758343178779133408.post-9002071018889888399</id><published>2009-01-29T21:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T02:26:10.246+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metamorphosis franz kafka'/><title type='text'>The Metamorphosis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%; font-family: courier new;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Metamorphosis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%; font-family: courier new;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;die Verwandlung&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%; font-family: courier new;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by: Franz Kafka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%; font-family: courier new;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%; font-family: courier new;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The Metamorphosis is a short novel published in 1915. The premise of the story is a traveling salesman named Gregor Samsa, working hard to support his family who comes home for a night and wakes to find himself transformed into a hideous, bug-like vermin. For the majority of the novel, the story follows Samsa being hidden away by his family who are disgraced and revolted by his new appearance and how they treat him with disgust. The story however, is rife with symbolism and metaphoric implications. What is widely agreed upon by the literary community is that The Metamorphosis is really a tale of modern man's general alienation with humanity. Samsa is a model for modern men who are obligated to live within a society that constrains them and keeps them at bay and prostrated by punishing them with feelings of inadequacy and guilt when they fail to measure up to a set of standards created by a disengaged people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%; font-family: courier new;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; In essence, Samsa was an insect long before he physically transformed into one. By allowing himself to lose all his individuality and personal liberty, in order for his parents to live out a life of  comfortable luxury, he had already given up the traits that make a person human. This is also apparent in the conclusion of the novel after Samsa has died and it is implied that his parents will have moved on to Samsa's unsullied sister. This could be construed as a metaphor for a capitalist society in which the majority  give up their free-will and the qualities that define them as individual humans to the whims of the few. We are controlled, like Samsa, by fear of shame, failure, an d rejection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 200%; font-family: courier new;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The Metamorphosis could also be construed as a metaphor for Franz Kafka's own life. Obviously the similarities in their names is evident. But also, Kafka suffered from Tuberculosis and it is evident in his diaries that he was afraid of being seen as repulsive by this family and being a burden. Not only this but, just as Samsa is in the story, Kafka was taken care of by his sister. He also died of starvation, just as Samsa does in the end of the novel. Kafka was an individual who suffered throughout his life from feelings of shame and heavy social anxiety.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758343178779133408-9002071018889888399?l=sophiasbaguette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophiasbaguette.blogspot.com/feeds/9002071018889888399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1758343178779133408&amp;postID=9002071018889888399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758343178779133408/posts/default/9002071018889888399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758343178779133408/posts/default/9002071018889888399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophiasbaguette.blogspot.com/2009/01/metamorphosis.html' title='The Metamorphosis'/><author><name>Sophia Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595481374887532386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd1KPhM6hko/TGY5ValwySI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KgmXhjC0xVk/S220/111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1758343178779133408.post-807179862818614528</id><published>2008-10-06T13:36:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T08:26:41.583+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='american education system china example uneducated people jobs available'/><title type='text'>-On American Education-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;-Notes on American Education-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Countries like China can be happy with a small (-20% (?)) amount of college educated people because they have more jobs that can emply uneducated people. Whereas, America needs to invest more on getting people to (at the very least) to graduate high school. This is because there are not enough jobs available for people without at least a GED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;This is also connected to the misconception that our jobs can be 'stolen' by foreign countries. Jobs were stolen by automation (the tractor) and technological advances. This isn't a bad thing, but it does mean that jobs that would otherwise be going to undereducated people are being replaced. This is not going to slow down either, so it is yet another reason to invest in the American education system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1758343178779133408-807179862818614528?l=sophiasbaguette.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophiasbaguette.blogspot.com/feeds/807179862818614528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1758343178779133408&amp;postID=807179862818614528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758343178779133408/posts/default/807179862818614528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1758343178779133408/posts/default/807179862818614528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophiasbaguette.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-american-education.html' title='-On American Education-'/><author><name>Sophia Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02595481374887532386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gd1KPhM6hko/TGY5ValwySI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KgmXhjC0xVk/S220/111.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
