<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10349252</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:35:39.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Literature Reflections</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iupengl121-stublerdevon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10349252/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iupengl121-stublerdevon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Devon Stubler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09806972967957755402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10349252.post-111443476847844336</id><published>2005-04-25T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T06:12:48.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House of the Spirits</title><content type='html'>The House of the Spirits is by far the best book I have read this semester.  I feel Allende portrayed her characters in such detail that the reader could not help but feel as if they had known them themselves.  I felt Clara and Blanca were gernerally very honest and loveable, and of course Esteban was almost always a sort of tyrannical racist.  I suppose what I found myself enjoying the most about this novel is that the subtle, but driving postive forces throughout the book are lead by insightful women.  I also thought Allende's depictions of class struggle, (peasants vs. aristocracy), genealogy, and fate were done in an incredible manner.  The way she used the journals to tie in the lives of entire families is innovative and, I believe, gives the whole novel an appeal on a more personal basis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10349252-111443476847844336?l=iupengl121-stublerdevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iupengl121-stublerdevon.blogspot.com/feeds/111443476847844336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10349252&amp;postID=111443476847844336' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10349252/posts/default/111443476847844336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10349252/posts/default/111443476847844336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iupengl121-stublerdevon.blogspot.com/2005/04/house-of-spirits.html' title='House of the Spirits'/><author><name>Devon Stubler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09806972967957755402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10349252.post-111429255220956007</id><published>2005-04-23T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T05:37:20.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Invisible Man</title><content type='html'>I believe Ralph Emerson's The Invisible Man is an apt depiction of a time in history when it was difficult for a black person to view himself as an entity. Many white people seemed to have taken a stance in which they acknowledged a black person's physical existence as they would an animal, but they rarely seemed to acknowledge their mental capabilities. In reading this book I became well aware of how ridiculously frustrating that must have been. To have a brilliant mind, and to have few people to appreciate his thoughts must have bee incredibly diheartneing. The narrorator's approach to bettering his race is admirable in that he is often able to maintain a sense of humor about how wrong many whites were in stereotyping blacks. The best part of this novel, I believe, is that is covers such a time span as to show when race meant different things to the narrarator. It seemed to have begun as a difficulty that he needed to learn to accept, then progressed to an all encompassing life-changing struggle to better race relations when he joined the Brotherhood. He eventually decided he was a pon in the white man's game, and finally took the advice of his grandfather and became a "yes man" to the white people outwardly and a traitor inwardly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10349252-111429255220956007?l=iupengl121-stublerdevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iupengl121-stublerdevon.blogspot.com/feeds/111429255220956007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10349252&amp;postID=111429255220956007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10349252/posts/default/111429255220956007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10349252/posts/default/111429255220956007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iupengl121-stublerdevon.blogspot.com/2005/04/invisible-man.html' title='Invisible Man'/><author><name>Devon Stubler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09806972967957755402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10349252.post-111429156714202452</id><published>2005-04-23T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T14:26:07.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gregorio Cortez</title><content type='html'>I enjoyed reading the different variants of the story of Gregorio Cortez. Reading the legends gave me some new concepts to think about. For example, I found myself thinking about the way music and pure literature differ in their affects on the reader. I also thought reading folklore and giving thought to historical contexts was interesting. I can easily understand why the variants continue to be widely known. An inspirational hero to represent the "little guy" and bring justice upon those who act unfairly will always be timeless. Racial biases of course play a large part in the variants, representing the Mexican people as just and noble, while allowing "gringos" to be seen as corrupt aids to the story's inspirational qualities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10349252-111429156714202452?l=iupengl121-stublerdevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iupengl121-stublerdevon.blogspot.com/feeds/111429156714202452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10349252&amp;postID=111429156714202452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10349252/posts/default/111429156714202452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10349252/posts/default/111429156714202452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iupengl121-stublerdevon.blogspot.com/2005/04/gregorio-cortez.html' title='Gregorio Cortez'/><author><name>Devon Stubler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09806972967957755402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10349252.post-111247244606343564</id><published>2005-04-02T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T12:07:26.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>House of the Spirits ideology</title><content type='html'>"Nana suggested cutting off his tail to make him more refined, but Clara had a tantrum that degenerated into an asthma attack and no one ever mentioned it again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular quote jumped out at me when I read it. Years ago I volunteered at the SPCA (the society for the prevention of cruelty to animals) and I have very strong feelings against making animals suffer unnecessarily. The logic of cutting off an animals appendages to make it look better, or even to keep it from knocking things over, seems horribly wrong to me. My ideals are clearly different than Nana's, and also other people in the book who chose to treat animals cruelly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10349252-111247244606343564?l=iupengl121-stublerdevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iupengl121-stublerdevon.blogspot.com/feeds/111247244606343564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10349252&amp;postID=111247244606343564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10349252/posts/default/111247244606343564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10349252/posts/default/111247244606343564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iupengl121-stublerdevon.blogspot.com/2005/04/house-of-spirits-ideology.html' title='House of the Spirits ideology'/><author><name>Devon Stubler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09806972967957755402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10349252.post-111077566559041680</id><published>2005-03-13T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T20:54:48.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry Question</title><content type='html'>Do you ever find yourself in a creative slump? And if so, how do you find your way out of it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10349252-111077566559041680?l=iupengl121-stublerdevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iupengl121-stublerdevon.blogspot.com/feeds/111077566559041680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10349252&amp;postID=111077566559041680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10349252/posts/default/111077566559041680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10349252/posts/default/111077566559041680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iupengl121-stublerdevon.blogspot.com/2005/03/poetry-question.html' title='Poetry Question'/><author><name>Devon Stubler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09806972967957755402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10349252.post-110938566366162673</id><published>2005-02-25T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T06:54:29.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Antigone</title><content type='html'>I enjoyed reading Anigone more than any other piece of literature thus far this semester. Antigone's moral causes and ambitions cause her to be a strong and lovable character. Her dedication to her family values and her unwillingness to yield to an unjust ruler's wishes are more than admirable. Although knowingly disobeying Kreon's rules and essentially forfeiting her life may seem absurd to some, I feel her convictions are noble and just. She knew that there was more wrong with Kreon then the rule which did not allow her to bury her brother, she knew the entire system was on its way to collapse. Although Hamon and Antigone's deaths are tragic it becomes apparent that their lives would have been ruined by the war, perhaps they made the best decision by choosing to die in a way which allowed them to remain steadfast in their principles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10349252-110938566366162673?l=iupengl121-stublerdevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iupengl121-stublerdevon.blogspot.com/feeds/110938566366162673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10349252&amp;postID=110938566366162673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10349252/posts/default/110938566366162673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10349252/posts/default/110938566366162673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iupengl121-stublerdevon.blogspot.com/2005/02/antigone.html' title='Antigone'/><author><name>Devon Stubler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09806972967957755402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10349252.post-110835137010918405</id><published>2005-02-13T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T19:28:13.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lorca's Blood Wedding</title><content type='html'>I'm not entirely sure how I feel about Lorca's Blood Wedding. Part of me wants to appreciate the innovative use of foreshadowing and insightfullness, but the hopeless romantic in me craves a happy ending. I find myself wondering what Lorca's real intention was when writing this. Is he trying to prove that ignoring love and conforming to social norms can only lead to misery? Or is he trying to show that being realistic and adapting a sort of pascifism to withstand lifes difficulties is best?  Perhaps the first woodcutter stated the story's intentions "Better dead with the blood drained away than alive with it rotting".  I suppose this would lead me to believe Lorca is a romantic himself and feels that a life without love is worthless. As many people noted the ending of this story left us saying "what about happily ever after?" I suppose this piece allows people to note some of the extremes of the human condition, desperation, love, and misery. In this, Lorca is quite successful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10349252-110835137010918405?l=iupengl121-stublerdevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iupengl121-stublerdevon.blogspot.com/feeds/110835137010918405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10349252&amp;postID=110835137010918405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10349252/posts/default/110835137010918405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10349252/posts/default/110835137010918405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iupengl121-stublerdevon.blogspot.com/2005/02/lorcas-blood-wedding.html' title='Lorca&apos;s Blood Wedding'/><author><name>Devon Stubler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09806972967957755402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10349252.post-110720770009398982</id><published>2005-01-31T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T13:41:40.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Awakening</title><content type='html'>Although the hopeless romantic in me was disappointed at the way Chopin's The Awakening concluded, I still enjoyed reading the book. I feel as though we all have points in our lives when disappointment runs rampant, and things seem too difficult to bare. In Edna's case, she found herself in a loveless marriage, with children she didn't really care about. Although she loved another man, she realized the obstacles that faced her. Robert was just an example of what she would spend the rest of her life not having. Edna realized that once her mind had been opened and she could take in the world around her, she could no longer feel anything but despair because she could never really live the life she wanted. Killing herself became a way out of the mental anguish that overpowered her. Many would see this as a selfish act because she had a family and friends that cared about her, but she realized few would understand her new perspectives, forever being an outsider. She would be so miserable that she would not be capable of bettering the lives of those around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10349252-110720770009398982?l=iupengl121-stublerdevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iupengl121-stublerdevon.blogspot.com/feeds/110720770009398982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10349252&amp;postID=110720770009398982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10349252/posts/default/110720770009398982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10349252/posts/default/110720770009398982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iupengl121-stublerdevon.blogspot.com/2005/01/awakening.html' title='The Awakening'/><author><name>Devon Stubler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09806972967957755402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10349252.post-110659414909944192</id><published>2005-01-24T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T11:15:49.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Yellow Wallpaper</title><content type='html'>I have a vaiety of feelings on Charolette Gilman's The Yellow Wallpaper.  The woman in the story is being isolated and essentially told to take time to recover from a nervous illness.  The feeling of isolationism is one of the main reasons she does not recover.  When she is alone and told not to do anything she can only allow her mind to wonder and become overly aware of her surroundings.  This is of course, the yellow wallpaper.  Her only real outlet for her feelings is a journal that she keeps in secret.  In calss we discovered that the author went through a period of depression herself.  Her intention in writing this work was to demonstrate her feelings at this time, and also to show that the best treatment for her problem was not to stop doing things, but&lt;br /&gt; in fact to work and to take on an active and meaningful role.  I think this is a very strong arguement, if one sits and sturs about their condition for a long period of time they can only breed discontent.  Although The Yellow Wallpaper was annoying to read because the thoughts were all over the place, I certainly can appreciate how well Gilman makes the reader experience this dillusional mental state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10349252-110659414909944192?l=iupengl121-stublerdevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iupengl121-stublerdevon.blogspot.com/feeds/110659414909944192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10349252&amp;postID=110659414909944192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10349252/posts/default/110659414909944192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10349252/posts/default/110659414909944192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iupengl121-stublerdevon.blogspot.com/2005/01/yellow-wallpaper.html' title='The Yellow Wallpaper'/><author><name>Devon Stubler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09806972967957755402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10349252.post-110650981794842539</id><published>2005-01-23T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T11:17:13.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on Douglass</title><content type='html'>I have read The Narrative Life of Frederick Douglass on more than one occasion and I still find it to be an interesting piece of literature. The narrative tells the life story of one remarkable man's escape from slavery into freedom. Douglass clearly shows that the way to better one's situation is through education, I believe this is a very strong point in the book that is not emphasized enough. I appreciate Douglass's aptness to demonstrate the desperation and emotional turmoil he found himself in. Often when I read his work I find he is describing a feeling that there is really no words for, but he still is capable of transmitting this particular feeling to the reader. He has what I believe to be the amazing talent to find the right balance in keeping the reader interested in the story of his escape to freedom and informing them of the gruesome truths of slavery. In this way, those reading his book do not feel like they are being preached to, he just sets the information out before them and allows them to digest the bleakness and horror that was slavery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10349252-110650981794842539?l=iupengl121-stublerdevon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iupengl121-stublerdevon.blogspot.com/feeds/110650981794842539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10349252&amp;postID=110650981794842539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10349252/posts/default/110650981794842539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10349252/posts/default/110650981794842539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iupengl121-stublerdevon.blogspot.com/2005/01/thoughts-on-douglass.html' title='Thoughts on Douglass'/><author><name>Devon Stubler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09806972967957755402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
