Or not. Stupid snow. Hopefully it gave you guys a chance to spend some time with Okonkwo and crew. If not, go outside today and finish up the novel. We’ll be discussing the end in class tomorrow, and I don’t want to ruin the ending for you. Here’s the plan:
Until now, we’ve focused on the effects of Okonkwo’s father’s legacy on the man, and Okonkwo’s choices in interacting with those around him. The final section places him in an environment that he cannot control, and forces him to realize that he does not have complete power over those around him. This is a sobering realization for our strong protagonist, and he makes some difficult choices (or are his (re)actions purely a result of his environment? We’ll see).
On Tuesday and Wednesday (if we finish our discussion of Okonkwo’s life on Monday) I will present a brief overview of Existentialist ideas. If you want to get a head start, I suggest The Stanford Encyclopedia of Psychology‘s page on “Existentialism” or *sigh* the Wikipedia‘s entry. We may also read Jean-Paul Sartre’s “Existentialism is a Humanism” to gain a better understanding of our author’s ideas (you can find a copy here).
By Thursday we will discuss Part One of The Stranger. Thirty pages per night may be more than you’re used to reading, but Sartre’s prose is not too dense. Do plan to set aside some time to read the book in chunks, though.
On Friday we will discuss your tentative (hypo)thesis statements in class. I will also ask you to write a brief paragraph contrasting the philosophies of Things Fall Apart and The Stranger. (Hint: it goes beyond TFA=fate and TS=choice.) More on this later.
This is just getting annoying.
Because I was not present for your discussion yesterday (which I heard was excellent; you all rock. Truly.), I can only guess how far you got, so here’s the plan:
I’ll see you all tomorrow. Even if I have to set up a webcam, I’ll see you tomorrow.
Sorry guys.
Yesterday we discussed Mersault’s interrogation and trial. We focused, as did his interrogators, on the lack of emotion he showed during his mother’s funeral. While there was much debate as to whether he did not care or was simply lacking “the trappings and the suits of woe,” I believe we came to the consensus that he was not reacting “normally” to the situation, whatever the cause.
We also discussed the fact that nearly everyone he interacts with is trying to help him in some way, but he either outright rejects the help or ignores the offer. (See specifically the Inspector and the Chaplain’s attempts to “help” Mersault.)
My questions to you today:
Finally, take a look at the last lines of the book:
As if that blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself—so like a brother, really—I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again. For everything to be consummated, for me to feel less alone, I had only to wish that there be a large crowd of spectators the day of my execution and that they greet me with cries of hate.
Discuss. Take notes. I’ll look over these tomorrow.
Hey all, hope your break is going well. This is just a reminder that your conformity/rebellion essays (yep, those from all those months ago) will be due no later than this Monday. If you have any questions, please shoot me an email or post a comment. I’m here to help, but it’s time to get them in.
For the rest of you: Keep reading your personal novels; I hope to begin writing by the end of the coming week. We will discuss the ending of The Stranger on Monday.