Bernard’s characters are somewhat of a strange variety, not
only does Bernard express that their names are of a great importance,
especially when it comes to himself, but he delves into how their names suggest
how accepted they would be in a social humanity. I found it interesting how he
lingered on his own name, then going onto names he felt that were more taken
with society. The stories he tells in these sections waver back and forth
between typical teenage nonsense and nonsense of a more rare variety. Bernard
decides not only to tell the stories but explain how the characters are to be,
how they are feeling, and much about acceptance.
Bernard goes on with this name/identity crisis with stories
of not being able to find a keychain with his name on it while his friends would
find abundances of them.
He’s telling his memories in a way of a dream sequence. No
real ending, or beginning, just the middle bulk of each story that would became
a rich detail to him that he can describe to the audience
One story he tells with vivid imagery is the time he had at
his niece’s baseball game where he described that she was at one time even
outside her body, an extremely interesting kind of description in this book.
In
the essay the wind did it within the actually story with the same name as the
essay talks about Bernard’s father, he shows the idea of people cannot control
paths, destinies and their overall sense of direction when it comes to life. He
did this through a story where literally “the wind did it” in the case of the
door closing, such a small little inquiry, but nonetheless, a strong and
literal ideal that can be applied to life.
No comments:
Post a Comment