Belоw yоu will find twо texts аnd two guiding questions. You must hаndwrite а two paragraph analysis of each of the texts, responding to the applicable guiding question. Alternate Version - to download if you prefer. Your response will be graded according to the Paper 1 rubric. You will submit a PDF of all your annotations and writing in the following question. Make sure there are TWO annotated texts, and FOUR paragraphs in total (two paragraphs per text). The texts are below: Text #1 This is William Faulkner’s acceptance banquet speech at the Nobel Banquet at the City Hall in Stockholm, December 10, 1950. He was awarded the honor "for his powerful and artistically unique contribution to the modern American novel." Our tragedy today is a general and universal physical fear so long sustained by now that we can even bear it. There are no longer problems of the spirit. There is only the question: When will I be blown up? Because of this, the young man or woman writing today has forgotten the problems of the human heart in conflict with itself which alone can make good writing because only that is worth writing about, worth the agony and the sweat. He must learn them again. He must teach himself that the basest of all things is to be afraid; and, teaching himself that, forget it forever, leaving no room in his workshop for anything but the old verities and truths of the heart, the old universal truths lacking which any story is ephemeral and doomed – love and honor and pity and pride and compassion and sacrifice. Until he does so, he labors under a curse. He writes not of love but of lust, of defeats in which nobody loses anything of value, of victories without hope and, worst of all, without pity or compassion. His griefs grieve on no universal bones, leaving no scars. He writes not of the heart but of the glands. Until he relearns these things, he will write as though he stood among and watched the end of man…I refuse to accept this. I believe that man will not merely endure: he will prevail. He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice, but because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance. The poet’s, the writer’s, duty is to write about these things. It is his privilege to help man endure by lifting his heart, by reminding him of the courage and honor and hope and pride and compassion and pity and sacrifice which have been the glory of his past. The poet’s voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail. Guiding Question: How does the author use syntax and rhetoric to achieve his purpose with his target audience? Text #2 This travel memoir entitled Committed: A Love Story by Elizabeth Gilbert, was published in 2010. This excerpt takes place in Vietnam when an almost-married Gilbert visits the family of Mai, her tour guide; they are Hmong—a member of a small, proud, isolated ethnic minority who inhabit the highest mountain peaks of Vietnam, Thailand, Laos, and China. At the end of my afternoon’s visit at Mai’s family’s house, I asked the tiny old Hmong grandmother one final question, which she thought was bizarre and foreign. “Is your man a good husband?” I asked. The old woman had to ask her granddaughter to repeat the question several times, just to make sure she’d heard it correctly: Is he a good husband? Then she gave me a bemused look, as though I’d asked, “These stones which compose the mountains in which you live—are they good stones?” The best answer she could come up with was this: Her husband was neither a good husband nor a bad husband. He was just a husband. He was the way that husbands are. As she spoke about him, it was as though the word “husband” connoted a job description, or even a species, far more than it represented any particularly cherished or frustrating individual. The role of “husband” was simple enough, involving as it did a set of tasks that her man had obviously fulfilled to a satisfactory degree throughout their life together—as did most other women’s husbands, she suggested, unless you were unlucky and got yourself a real dud. The grandmother even went so far as to say that it is not so important, in the end, which man a woman marries. With rare exceptions, one man is pretty much the same as another. “What do you mean by that?” I asked. “All men and all women are mostly the same, most of the time,” she clarified. “Everybody knows that this is true.” The other Hmong ladies all nodded in agreement. May I pause here for a moment to make a blunt and perhaps perfectly obvious point? It is too late for me to be Hmong. I was born into a late-twentieth-century American middle-class family. Like untold millions of other people in the contemporary world born into similar circumstances, I was raised to believe that I was special. I must add here that all my friends and relatives were raised with varying degrees of this same belief. Hmong family dogma might effectively be summed up not as “You matter” but as “Your role matters.” For, as everyone in this village seemed to know, there are tasks at hand in life—some tasks that men must do and some tasks that women must do—and everyone must contribute to the best of his or her abilities. If you perform your tasks reasonably well, you can go to sleep at night knowing that you are a good man or a good woman, and you need not expect much more out of life or out of relationships than that. I need more. Guiding Question: How does the author blend travel writing and personal memoir conventions to communicate what she’s learned to the reader?
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