segunda-feira, 21 de março de 2011

extracts form A modest proposal - Jonathan Swift

Jonathan Swift (1667-1745) – satirist;  Gulliver's Travels (1726) and A Modest Proposal (1729).
It is a melancholy object to those who walk through this great town or travel in the country, when they see the streets, the roads, and cabin doors, crowded with beggars of the female sex, followed by three, four, or six children, all in rags and importuning every passenger for an alms. These mothers, instead of being able to work for their honest livelihood, are forced to employ all their time in strolling to beg sustenance for their helpless infants: who as they grow up either turn thieves for want of work, or leave their dear native country to fight for the Pretender in Spain, or sell themselves to the Barbadoes.
I think it is agreed by all parties that this prodigious number of children in the arms, or on the backs, or at the heels of their mothers, and frequently of their fathers, is in the present deplorable state of the kingdom a very great additional grievance; and, therefore, whoever could find out a fair, cheap, and easy method of making these children sound, useful members of the commonwealth, would deserve so well of the public as to have his statue set up for a preserver of the nation. The number of souls in this kingdom being usually reckoned one million and a half.
I shall now therefore humbly propose my own thoughts, which I hope will not be liable to the least objection. I have been assured by a very knowing American of my acquaintance in London, that a young healthy child well nursed is at a year old a most delicious, nourishing, and wholesome food, whether stewed, roasted, baked, or boiled; and I make no doubt that it will equally serve in a fricassee or a ragout.
I do therefore humbly offer it to public consideration that of the hundred and twenty thousand children already computed, twenty thousand may be reserved for breed, whereof only one-fourth part to be males; which is more than we allow to sheep, black cattle or swine; and my reason is, that these children are seldom the fruits of marriage, a circumstance not much regarded by our savages, therefore one male will be sufficient to serve four females. That the remaining hundred thousand may, at a year old, be offered in the sale to the persons of quality and fortune through the kingdom; always advising the mother to let them suck plentifully in the last month, so as to render them plump and fat for a good table. A child will make two dishes at an entertainment for friends; and when the family dines alone, the fore or hind quarter will make a reasonable dish, and seasoned with a little pepper or salt will be very good boiled on the fourth day, especially in winter.
I grant this food will be somewhat dear, and therefore very proper for landlords, who, as they have already devoured most of the parents, seem to have the best title to the children.Those who are more thrifty  may flay the carcass; the skin of which artificially dressed will make admirable gloves for ladies, and summer boots for fine gentlemen.
Some persons of a desponding spirit are in great concern about that vast number of poor people, who are aged, diseased, or maimed. (…) It is very well known that they are every day dying and rotting by cold and famine, and filth and vermin, as fast as can be reasonably expected. And as to the young laborers, they are now in as hopeful a condition; they cannot get work, and consequently pine away for want of nourishment, to a degree that if at any time they are accidentally hired to common labor, they have not strength to perform it; and thus the country and themselves are happily delivered from the evils to come.
Supposing that one thousand families in this city, would be constant customers for infants flesh, besides others who might have it at merry meetings, particularly at weddings and christenings, I compute that Dublin would take off annually about twenty thousand carcasses.
I can think of no one objection, that will possibly be raised against this proposal. (…) I profess, in the sincerity of my heart, that I have not the least personal interest in endeavoring to promote this necessary work, having no other motive than the public good of my country, by advancing our trade, providing for infants, relieving the poor, and giving some pleasure to the rich. I have no children by which I can propose to get a single penny; the youngest being nine years old, and my wife past child-bearing.

tentative syllabus for Wednesdays and Fridays- depends on how discussion goes - whether we move faster or a bit slower....

Tentative syllabus
QUARTA 7:30-9:30
SEXTA
MARÇO


2 Apresentação da disciplina e distribuição de tarefas para recesso (1)
 Recesso carnaval tarefa de leitura Angela´s Ashes + áudio book
    Recesso carnaval –Angela´s Ashes
11 Recesso carnaval Angela´s Ashes
16  Angela´s Ashes + film extract
18  Angela´s Ashes+ Attribute seminars
23 Angela´s Ashes + film extract
25 Exam Angela´s Ashes
30 Edgar Allan Poe´s “The Tell Tale Heart”
1 Poe /  Charlotte Perkins Gilmam – biography, work and analysis of The Yellow WallPaper
ABRIL

6   Charlotte Perkins Gilmam – The Yellow WallPaper
8   The Yellow WallPaper/ Sherwood Anderson: “Death in the woods”
13 Sherwood Anderson: “Death in the woods”
15 D. H. Lawrence: “The Rocking-horse winner
20 D. H. Lawrence: “The Rocking-horse winner”
22 Sexta-feira Santa
27 Katherine Mansfield (1888-1923): “The Doll’s House” (1922)
29 Katherine Mansfield/ Fitzgerald
MAIO

4 F. Scott Fitzgerald (1894-1940): “Babylon Revisited”(1931
6 Fitzgerald/  William Faulkner (1897-1962): “A Rose for Emily” (1930)
11 William Faulkner: “A Rose for Emily”
13 Flannery O’Connor (1925-1964) - “Good Country People
18 Flannery O’Connor (1925-1964) - “Good Country People
20  Oral test on short- stories
25 Semana de Letras
27 Semana de Letras
JUNHO

1  Seminar on Woolf´s  Mrs Dalloway
3 Woolf´s  Mrs Dalloway film extract
8  The Hours
10  The Hours film extract
15 The Hours
17 The Hours
22 The Hours
23  Exam on Mrs Dalloway and The Hours
27/06 a 02/07 estudos para exames finais
JULHO 04 Exames finais



Grades = prova sobre Angela´s Ashes  + seminário + oral test on short stories + prova sobre The Hours and Mrs Dalloway (peso 2)

The Hours
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=RNCG65K6
o http://www.megaupload.com/?d=7DPE5YZE
Angela's Ashes:
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=G2RIFA6C 

tudents UFPR test next Friday 25. The seminars will start the wekk after, on the 28 March, with Edgar Allan Poe. Friday TEST: multiple choice to test about the plot of Angela´s ashes and a choice of essay about themes in the book.

Tentative syllabus rearranged

SEGUNDA 20:30-22:30
SEXTA 18:30- 20:30
FEVEREIRO e MARÇO


28 Apresentação da disciplina e distribuição de tarefas para recesso (1)
4 Recesso carnaval tarefa de leitura Angela´s Ashes + áudio book
7    Recesso carnaval –Angela´s Ashes
11 Recesso carnaval Angela´s Ashes
14  Angela´s Ashes + film extract
18  Angela´s Ashes+ Attribute seminars
21 Angela´s Ashes + film extract
25 Exam on Angela´s Ashes
28 Edgar Allan Poe´s “The Tell Tale Heart”

ABRIL
1 Poe + Charlotte Perkins Gilmam – biography, work and analysis of The Yellow WallPaper
4 Charlotte Perkins Gilmam – biography, work and analysis of The Yellow WallPaper
8  Sherwood Anderson: “Death in the woods
11 D. H. Lawrence: “The Rocking-horse winner (film)
15 D. H. Lawrence: “The Rocking-horse winner
18 Katherine Mansfield (1888-1923): “The Doll’s House” (1922)
22 Sexta-feira Santa
25 F. Scott Fitzgerald (1894-1940): “Babylon Revisited”(1931
29 Fitzgerald: “Babylon Revisited”
MAIO

2 William Faulkner: “A Rose for Emily”
6 “A Rose for Emily” (1930)
9 Flannery O’Connor (1925-1964) - “Good Country People
13 Flannery O’Connor (1925-1964) - “Good Country People
16 Flannery O’Connor (1925-1964) - “Good Country People - Oral Test
20  Oral test on short- stories- Mrs Dalloway Film
23 Semana de letras
27 Semana de letras
30  Seminar on Woolf´s  Mrs Dalloway

JUNHO
3 Woolf´s  Mrs Dalloway film extract
6  The Hours
10  The Hours film extract
13 The Hours
17 The Hours
20  The Hours
23  Exam on Mrs Dalloway and The Hours
27/06 a 02/07 estudos para exames finais
JULHO 04 Exames finais

sábado, 12 de março de 2011

mCCourt at the BBC http://www.bbc.co.uk

  • Northern Ireland / 21 Jul 2009
    Market day in Limerick in 1937, some critics of Frank McCourt said his tale of poverty in the city was exaggerated Bitterness over Frank McCourt
  • 20 Jul 2009
    Speaking to Tim Sebastian on the BBC's HARDtalk programme, Frank McCourt explains what inspired him to write Angela's Ashes.
  • 20 Jul 2009
    Frank McCourt, author of best-seller Angela's Ashes, has died of cancer in a New York hospice, aged 78.



    there are many other interviews. check, please.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/worldservice/specials/133_wbc_archive_new/page4.shtml

BBC World Book Club has been uniting millions of readers from all corners of the globe every month for more than five years. 
Past guests have included Salman Rushdie (Midnight's Children), Vikram Seth (A Suitable Boy), Isabelle Allende (A House of Spirits), Amy Tan (The Joy Luck Club), Doris Lessing (The Grass is Singing), VS Naipaul (A House for Mr Biswas), Michael Ondaatje (The English Patient), Ian McEwan (Atonement), and Umberto Eco (The Name of the Rose). 
 Check: franMcCourt

Lenz, Peter. "'To Hell or to America?': Tragicomedy in Frank McCourt’s Angela’s Ashes and the Irish Literary Tradition"


Article: I knew Angela; did Frank McCourt? - Angela McCourt, mother of author Frank McCourt ~Margaret O'Brien Steinfels

Distance from our families often leads us to make friends, neighbors, and coworkers, into "fictive kin" - honorary sisters and brothers, aunts and uncles, sometimes even surrogate mothers and fathers. This notion of "fictive kin" leapt to mind as I was reading Angela's Ashes (Scribner), Frank McCourt's Pulitzer prize-winning memoir. As of October 26 it has been fifty-eight weeks on the New York Times's best-seller list - the nonfiction list, that is. As I finished the book, I wondered what McCourt was up to, replacing his real mother with a fictive one.

The tenor of McCourt's story of growing up poor first in Brooklyn, New York, and then in Limerick, Ireland, is foretold in his opening lines: "It was, of course, a miserable childhood: the happy childhood is hardly worth your while. Worse than the ordinary miserable childhood is the miserable Irish childhood, and worse yet is the miserable Irish Catholic childhood." Delicious!

The sobering cast of characters immediately follows: "the shiftless loquacious alcoholic father; the pious defeated mother moaning by the fire; pompous priests; bullying schoolmasters; the English and the terrible things they did to us for eight hundred long years." This sardonic wit held the promise of facts to come.

And "the facts" is why I bought the book, hoping to learn more about Angela, the eponymous matriarch.

The reason I hoped to learn more was that I knew Angela McCourt. In one of those difficult periods of young motherhood, with a child energetic enough for four adults, I rejoiced when Mrs. McCourt, as she was called in our household, appeared at our apartment door two or three afternoons a week to give mother and child a reprieve. She was formidable; her mere physical and psychological presence said, "No nonsense." As I left the house, her young charge would follow me to the door screaming of abandonment, etc. She'd turn to me and say, "Don't worry." To him she'd give a look: This was not the sort of behavior that she'd put up with once this weak-Nelly mother was out of the house. She'd seen worse, she seemed to signal. And evidently she had.

Those who have read Angela's Ashes can imagine my surprise as the story unfolds. The take-charge woman of my memory turns out to be a weak-Nelly herself: weepy and fatalistic, she sits a passive witness to her fate, beginning with the choice of Malachy McCourt as a husband and moving on to the deaths of three of her seven children. While Malachy, as many reviewers have pointed out, occupies the emotional center of the story with his engaging tales of the Uprising and drunken marches and songs urging his children to die for Ireland, Angela is on the periphery, drawn to her hearth wreathed in clouds of cigarette smoke, seemingly as much a victim as her children of this feckless man who spends his pay on drink.

Who then is the real Angela McCourt? The passive mother of Angela's Ashes or Mrs. McCourt, the formidable lifesaver who tussled with a lively two-year old while I took refuge at the New York Public Library? Have I created a fictive grandmother?

Or has McCourt created a fictive mother? Is Angela's Ashes another example of the now-permeable border that allows fiction and nonfiction to cross over into the other's territory? The Kiss, Kathryn Harrison's scandalous memoir of father-daughter incest, appeared previously as a novel; and Sue Halper reports in the New York Review of Books (September 25, 1997) that she first read the opening chapters of the novel The Story of Junk by Linda Yablonsky as a twenty-page chapter in a nonfiction work.

Can memoirs truly be nonfiction? In what sense can these ego-generated stories be true? or factual? Autobiographies and biographies we expect to be grounded in fact, with dates, letters, and corroborating evidence. But the current spate of memoirs seems to call forth more storytelling than fact-checking. Since the author so often turns out to be the story's long-suffering hero or heroine (witness Mary Gordon's The Shadow Man), perhaps everyone else in the memoir is destined to end as "fictive kin."

In fact, Frank McCourt is a superb storyteller. He and his younger brother, also called Malachy, have toured with "A Couple of Blackguards," a dialogue about their childhoods in Limerick and Brooklyn. Brother Malachy is the most sharply drawn character in Angela's Ashes, the pearly-toothed, curly haired little fellow inching Frank from the spotlight with his sunny smile and sweet disposition. He himself is now working on a memoir, working title: "Monks Swimming." Perhaps yet another McCourt family and another Angela will emerge in his memoir. Or perhaps not.
For finally, it is possible that the Angela of Angela's Ashes and Mrs. McCourt are one and the same person, nothing fictive about her - simply a new woman once she got Frank out of the house. Indeed, my children's clearest memory of Mrs. McCourt is seeing the formidable woman wreathed in a cloud of cigarette smoke. The ashes are nonfiction - or so it seems.

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