Every Monday we will be looking at a short extract from a text and analysing what and how the writer has written. Feel free to add your own comments! Thought this one would be approriate for the first post of April!
“I don’t remember the date, the month. I don’t even remember the time of year. But I know it wasn’t summer. It was cold. Not like the cold of winter, when the gentle frost stings your nose. It was wet and chilly, disagreeable. Like the cold of late autumn, when the birds have already flown away, the trees are bare, the earth is dark yet the sky is too stingy to send a blanket of snow to cover its wretchedness. Or like the cold of early spring, when everything is still tentative, uncertain – when it seems the battle in the sky is not yet over, the sun has been taken prisoner, and the heroes of light could still turn around dolefully and say: “No, we won’t make it; the dark and cold are stronger than us – spring won’t win this time.””
This is beautifully layered piece of writing explores his feelings of despair and loss when returning to Chechnya after the first war there.
– Lovely and peaceful (as suggested by word “gentle”) image but the writer has already informed you that this is not the kind of cold he is feeling – foreshadowing what is to come.
– Rule of three – building up negative images, builds up to a climax of the earth is dark, showing how complete this cold is
– Personfication – showing that the sky, somethingnormally posiutive and beautiful, is now conspiring to create more misery
– Layering up of negative word choice – this all adds to the sense of sadness and hopelessness
– Extended Metaphor – references what the writer will talk about later in the passage but also adds to the mood and atmosphere of this paragraph
– Positive word choice to reinforce again the central images of this paragraph