The story “Araby” by James Joyce is about a little boy who has a crush on this girl, he decides to buy something for her but it didn’t go as what he expected. The meaning of the story overall is everything that you want may not be what you intended to be. In my perspective, I had always had situations in which the outcome wasn’t planned to happen.
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In the story of ” Araby” by James Joyce it was around the young boy and his friend’s sister. Like how he promised that his friend’s sister whom he was attracted that he will bring gift for her from Araby bazaar. Firstly, he was just thinking about Mangan’s sister but now he started thinking about the Araby bazaar.He was so excited to go there and see because according to his thinking he thought that bazaar would be big and fancy. But one day when he went there he get disappointed by looking at the bazaar because that place normal. So, his feelings got hurt. I personally linked to this story. I ordered one dress from India. In the picture the dress looks so beautiful and pretty. SO, I ordered without even thinking of a second. When that dress arrived. Then I got disappointed because in the picture it looks good but not in real. It means when things are not upto are expectations we always get hurt,
In the short story, “Salvation,” The author introduces a naive little boy attempting to make his Aunt happy. In doing so, he loses trust in people and begins questioning what others tell him. As a child, everything you are told you believe, especially from your loved ones. When I was little, I had a similar experience with religion. My family are Jehovah’s Witnesses and I was raised to not celebrate any holidays. Although, In school, they would have birthday parties and holiday parties. I would always feel left out because I wouldn’t participate. My teacher was told by my Mom to have me sit out. One day at a birthday party during school, a boy came up to me and asked me why I never participated. I had no answer, I had no idea why I wasn’t allowed to celebrate holidays. After that day, I began to question my Mom about this and she gave me answers. Although the answers didn’t make sense to me. In fact, the next birthday in class, I participated. Unfortunately, guilt began to form and I felt the urge to tell my Mom. Instead of telling her, I continued to do the same at every party at school. In “Salvation,” At the end of the story, he feels guilty and feels as if he left everyone down which was exactly how I felt at that age. “Salvation,” is relatable because the way the boy thinks is exactly how I felt as a child, naive and gullible.
James Joyce’s story “Araby” tells a story of a boy who goes to a Bazaar named Araby hoping to buy a girl he likes a gift. Though he paints a picture of the Bazaar as a magnificent place, his actual experience there is unimpressive. The story illustrates how growing up can be frustrating and demoralizing, and how occasionally the things we truly want don’t live up to our expectations. It’s about knowing that our dreams and realities differ at times and yet yearning for something greater. I personally can relate to this because it’s similar to recalling an occasion when you had a strong need for something and, when it arrived, it didn’t meet your expectations. It’s about realizing that our expectations need to be adjusted because life doesn’t always turn out the way we had hoped.
Hello everyone. My name is Vincent Maldonado. I am 19 years old and im from the Bronx. I major in criminal justice and hope to one day be a NYPD detective. Ever since I was a little kid I was always drawn to things like law enforcement, military, etc. Because of that I chose to get a criminal justice degree because it would help me to get to my goal of one day becoming a detective. I am currently in my second semester of college. My favorite hobbies are to workout, play basketball, and spend time with the people I consider family.
I think Professor Conway assigned, “The Handsome Drowned Man” as our first story because it makes us think about how the people of the village see themselves, and how they see each other, and how stories like this one can change our views. This story shows us their hopes, fears, and dreams. The ladies of the village we so caring and kind to the drowned man. They also showed pity for him because he was so big, and nothing fit him! They cared enough to clean him and make him pants big enough to fit him. They used their imagination’s and made his pants out of sails. The words of this story give us imagery of how the village appeared. I think Professor Conway wants us to explore complex themes like identity and perception from this story. This is just the beginning of her challenge for us for this semester.
Going through young life in a daze, consumed by a love that doesn’t make sense and making unsound decisions that are regretted later… it sounds a great deal like my years in high school! For that reason — and because I’ve been a rather insular person for as long as I can remember, unlike little Langston in “Salvation”‘s scenario — I personally relate to the speaker of “Araby”. Besides the obvious justification that is “lack of a name making projection easier”, I remember having an obsession with a particular piece of fiction (too particular to elaborate on, my Internet history is semi-public and fully embarrassing) that rewrote my pubescent brain in precisely the wrong place at the wrong time. It led me to choose a Media Arts major at *Brooklyn Technical H.S.*, a choice that I only refrain from mentally hitting myself for today because I was book-smart, but street-dumb. Truly, every course that I took and didn’t do well in, as “I wished to annihilate the tedious intervening days” that stood between me and maladaptive daydreaming that bordered on idolatry, “converged in a single sensation of life for me”. My own chalice brimmed with misguided, derivative creative expression in a world of starving artists. Not to say that it was wrong of me to talk that talk, it’s an admirable hill to try to conquer — I just couldn’t walk the walk of the actual “work put into art besides the ideas” and died on it, unfortunately. This all links back strongly to what I wrote about myself in Week 1, really; I suppose without very much time alive, this can happen. I can’t say that I don’t enjoy recalling my life as a well-pared short story, though.
