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The story that I chose to write about was "The Handsomest Drowned Man in the World," by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. This was a very weird short story. The beginning of the story felt like I was reading a horror book. Towards the middle, the tale made me think about how people like fantasize the truth away. The end of the story showed us that we should respect the dead.
The story in the beginning had a darker vibe. The author was talking about children finding a washed up corpse on the beach and then playing with it. What kind of sick and twisted children play with a decaying body covered in fish scales?!
I thought that it was silly how woman were fantasizing over a dead body. They were comparing what they wanted to see the man as to their husbands. This reminds me of people now. We make up lies that deceive ourselves into thinking that the lie is a reality.
The story showed me how we should respect the dead. The people from the village and the neighboring villages brought flowers to the corpse before they threw him off the cliff. A large group of people watched the man whose identity they discored to be Estaban, the clumsy, modest giant man that they all knew and loved.
Overall, I really liked the story. The main reason I liked it was because of the children in the beginning. I know, it was pretty messed up. I geuss i just like weird stuff. So if you like weird stuff, you should definetly read this story.
I agree with your point on the story feeling dark in the beginning. Why wouldn't these children know not to play with dead bodies? I feel that you make good points in your post and that you use the best points that are available in this story.
ReplyDeleteI agree with you about this story, it was a strange story. I do believe that you respect the dead also. Overall, I think you explain this story fantastically! So, great job!
ReplyDeleteI agree the story was bizarre at points but also enjoyed it. I also agree we should respect the dead and make sure that children do not play with their decaying remains.
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