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|    W.Dockery to George J. Dance    |
|    Re: My Father's House / gjd (for new com    |
|    15 Feb 25 18:42:44    |
      [continued from previous message]              >> their games.       >       > It sounds like you're repeating yourself; but maybe it's worth making       > the same points in return. I wasn't *always* working in the garden,       > while my friends were always working - though that's how it seemed       > sometimes when I was working and they were playing - so that's how I had       > Bob remember it.       >       >> Was George Dance also forced to work in the garden all day/denied the       >> fun of playing with the other children? I don't know. I'm guessing       >> that he was, because many children had gardens that they tended every       >> day. I certainly did. I would spend an hour or so tending my garden       >> every morning -- along with my mother and siblings. I loved my garden       >> and thoroughly enjoyed the experience. I was also allowed to play with       >> the local kids who would drop by on an almost daily basis.       >       > That sounds like a little flowerbed. Suffice it to say, both my father's       > garden and my own were produce gardens, where we grew virtually all our       > own vegetables. So it was a much bigger task, which took me at least a       > couple of hours a day (and pretty much every day when school was out);       > and again, like you, I could not simply drop everything and go off to       > play during that time. There was plenty of times though that my friends       > were doing work and my sister and I were the ones playing; and even more       > when we all had free time and could play together.       >       >> Little George's next stanza opens with the line "That room's all       >> changed" implying either that the garden is a room, or that he is taking       >> the reader on a walking tour of his childhood house. This appears to be       >> another problem caused by switching the kitchen and garden stanzas'       >> position in the narrative.       >       > The "problem" seems to be caused by your either: (1) not realizing the       > speaker could have been looking "outside" through a window; or (2) your       > constant attempts, in your guise as literary critic, to find errors in       > the poem. The garden stanza is deliberately s5 (the mid stanza of the       > poem), for reasons I'll have to explain.       >       > There are two stanzas where the D line is a rhymes perfectly with the       > A-B lines; s5 and s9. The reason that the failure of the others to       > rhyme, as I'm sure I've explained to you before, is to subliminally       > reinforce the idea that Bob is having trouble completing his thoughts.       > Whereas in s5 and s9 he does bring his thoughts to a conclusion; in s5       > he realizes that (IHO) he's been deprived as a child, and in s9 he       > realizes that he wants to be rid of those memories.       >       >> I'm assuming that it's the living room,       >> although Little George neither specifies nor gives us any other clue       >> than that it contains a chair on which he is forbidden to sit.       >       > Actually, the room contains one chair in which Bob is allowed to sit.       > But, yes, it's the living room. I don't know how things were in your       > home, but in mine and most of the one's I've encountered, the living       > room was where the family sat together. (In Britain it's actually called       > the "sitting room").       >> IIRC,       >> George Dance stated that while he was also barred from using the living       >> room furniture, the parental description of boys as "filthy things" was       >> derived from the life of another boy that he knew.       >       > There was in fact only one place for the children to sit in my family's       > living room, though it was a couch (for all the children), not a       > separate chair.       >       >> Last stop on the tour is the bedroom. Little George is sent there after       >> dinner every night where he feels as if he is trapped within a tomb --       >> alone and forced to pass the time quietly playing by himself. "Each       >> night" at 9pm, Little George was forced to turn out the lights,       >       > Yes, I was, but "Each night" is a bit of an exaggeration; that was       > actually each night in which I had school (or something equally       > important) the next day. On weekends and in the summer, I could stay up       > later, and go outside after dinner until dark, and that was all free       > time. Once again, if I were relating an autobiography (which it looks       > like you've forced me to do) I'd have mentioned those exceptions, but as       > I was not recounting my memories but Bob's, I had him exaggerate.       >       >> and lie       >> face down in bed with his pajama pants pulled down and his bare behind       >> awaiting his father's belt. George Dance hasn't said that this bedtime       >> ritual occurred on a daily basis in real life, but has intimated that       >> the "spankings" (which he refused to call "whippings" even though the       >> blows were delivered with a belt) frequently took place.       >       > Well, being "whipped" (to use your preferred term though there was no       > whip involved) took place too often for my liking, but I certainly       > wouldn't call it a "bedtime ritual" (which does make it sound like it       > happened on some fixed schedule irrespective of how I behaved). And Bob       > clearly states that that happened only "some nights".       >       >> So, pretty much the entire "flashback" portion of the poem was based on       >> real events from George Dance's childhood. Some of the events may have       >> been slightly exaggerated, or enhanced, for dramatic purposes, and one       >> item was interpolated from another boy's stories about his own       >> childhood.       >       > No, I did not say I got the expression "boys can be such filthy things"       > from another boy's account to me. IIRC, it was just something I read       > somewhere. I did a lot of reading as a child and as a young adult, and a       > lot of the speakers' "memories" and other thoughts use what I've read       > (and simply imagined) as well as what I directly experienced.       >       >> This leaves the "modern" portions of the narrative which       >> frame the flashback portion.       >       > I don't think you can separate the poem like that. Bob's actions, and       > Bob's memories, are fully integrated - you cannot separate the memories       > from the fact that Bob's remembering them.       >       >> In the modern portion, it is strongly       >> implied (by George Dance's own explanation) that the speaker is       >> receiving some form of psychiatric care, and is probably residing in a       >> mental hospital.       >       > I thought that was an interesting touch from the beginning, though (as I       > made it clear in previous explanations) there is no reason to think,       > from the fact that Bob was in the house with permission, that he was in       > a mental hospital or that he was under psychiatric care. His mental       > state is obviously disturbed - as noted, he has difficulty staying on       > one subject and drawing conclusions - but I think those could follow       > from the situation (he's experiencing childhood memories that he'd       > rather not) rather than his own mental state.       >       >> He has permission to leave the grounds during the day,       >> and (unrealistically) to visit his childhood home that is now occupied       >> by another family.       >       > Yes, the idea that someone confined to a mental hospital would be given       > a day pass to go off on a road trip by himself is very "unrealistic" and       > (while I liked it being as possibility) it's not a very logical       > possibility. I believe you went for it because you wanted to and went on       > to claim that Bob broke into the house, and you had to get rid of the       > idea that he had permission to be there.       >       > "Grownup George" ends the poem by expressing his       >> wish that he would like to burn his father's house to the ground.       >       > So Bob does. It's a very dramatic ending, which could make a reader              [continued in next message]              --- SoupGate-DOS v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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