The Blaze of Life :: essays research papers

The Blaze of LifePicture this, a young beautiful miss smiling and standing by a big gum tree. On the surface you might think this is a pleasant picture. But then you defy a closer look. She is standing there flavor at a fire, but non just any fire, it is a fire of her house. But not only is her house burning down, her mother and babe is also burning in the fire. Even though her family and house is burning down to the ground, we just empathize her standing there. She is just staring intently at the fire, not doing anything and not being panicked at all. Somehow this picture does not seem right. Should she not be screaming or crying or getting help?In Alice Walkers E actuallyday Use (For Your Grandma), this picture of the fire, is presented to us from a story told by the girls mother. This fire, along with Characterization, setting, and dialogue, lead one to believe that the fire was the start of the mothers loss of power. And the beginning of Dees, the beautiful girl, rise to po wer. From the very beginning the story there is a sense that Dee has a bit of an upper hand in the family. But why does the mother and Dees sister Maggie cower to Dee? Why is what Dee thinks and wants so important?In the beginning of the story, the mother describes Maggie as being not exceptionally beautiful. In fact, she is described as looking like a lame animal. She walks like she has been left on the side of the road, . . .chin on chest, eyes on the ground, feet in shuffle (292-3). She even cowers in the boxwood when asking her mother how she looks for fear she does not look beautiful. On the hand, Dee is described as being very beautiful. The mother says that, Dee is lighter then Maggie, with nicer hair and a fuller figure (293). So Maggie already feels that Dee is a little above her in the way of looks. But why does she cower behind Dee as if she is in Dees shadow?In the story, the mother has a dream about reuniting with Dee. In her dream she thinks Maggie impart be nervous until after her sister goes she will stand hopelessly in corners, homely and ashamed of the burn scars down her arms and legs, eyeing her sister with a mixture of envy and awe.