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March 29, 2007

A Late Encounter With the Enemy - Sally's Nostalgia

O'Connor (Choose One of Three) -- Jerz: EL150 (Intro to Literary Study)

"In those times, she said, everything was normal but nothing had been normal since she was sixteen, and for the past twenty summers, when she should have been resting, she had had to take a trunk in the burning heat to the state teachers' college; and though when she returned in the fall, she always taught in the exact way she had been taught not to teach, this was a mild revenge that didn't satisfy her sense of justice" (154).

Something that came to my attention after reading Jennifer's Blog about how General Sash doesn't care about the past, nor does he even remember most of it, is how much he contrasts with his granddaughter in that sense. Sally seems so obsessed with the past, so nostalgic. She clearly resents change and wants her grandfather to be on the stage at her graduation just so that everyone else will also feel the same nostalgia for "the good ol' days." I also find it interesting that she wants her grandfather to live long enough to see her graduate, yet she seems to value the education so little. It only matters that he is on the stage so everyone can see him in his uniform. I almost hope she feels bad when she realizes that he is dead and that he was dead before she went up to received her diploma because she is so stubborn and selfish about the whole silly thing.

Posted by LorinSchumacher at March 29, 2007 10:02 AM


I felt the same way. Though I did feel a little sorry for her in the sense that it would be horrible to find out that her grandfather died on the day of her graduation...especially since his being there meant so much to her. However, she did take it too far. He did not want to go on the stage at all. You're right. It was both selfish and silly.

Posted by: Jennifer Prex at March 30, 2007 12:05 AM

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