Essay about A&P Queenie perspective

o Page 49 “…the hooked fish, the female, made a wild, panic-stricken, despairing fight that soon exhausted her..”

My brother hopped out and got a few rods and a tackle box out. “Come on, Jay is already at the end,” he said as he rushed to the entrance and paid 18$ for both of us to fish until 7 the next morning. I stepped onto the pier and was shocked to see so many people of all ages, sizes, races. The pier was old and worn out, creaking with each careful step I took. The shine of the moonlight reflecting off the pier and the water gave the pier a somewhat scary but welcoming feeling. We walked down to the very end and met up with Jay. He had a giant cooler filled with squid and other types of fish to use as bait, and a gigantic battle rod. “What’s up man?” Mitchell exclaimed and hugged Jay. “Ready to try to teach this little one how to fish?” my brother laughed as they both looked at me awkwardly standing there not knowing what to do. It was around six at night and the pier was still pretty packed, but people were starting to pack up and

Next, Bishop describes the “wallpaper” (14) as it had “shapes like full-blown roses/ stained and lost through age” (14-15). With the use of another simile, Bishop is able to illustrate a distinctive image of the fish. She uses the common “wallpaper” (14) resemblance because the reader can easily relate it to their environment and lives. This also illustrates the fish’s age as its skin is “like ancient wallpaper,” (11) as although the fish has had its fair struggles over the years he has made it through all these battles alive. Bishop uses “stained” (15) and “speckled” (16) and “infested” (18) as highly graphic words to portray an even more detailed image of the fish for the reader. Bishop describes oxygen as “terrible” (23) because of the fish, as breathing oxygen is normal except in the case for fish and other marine animals. The reader can visualize the fish’s predicament where out of the water he is struggling to breath. Along with “frightening gills” (24) in the next line, the reader can sense the fish gasping for breath and helps the reader picture the fish’s struggle. Bishop’s diction escalates the initial image of the fish and layers more and more descriptions again to create the reader’s own distinctive

In the short story, “Fish Story,” Rick Bass uses suspense and conflict to strengthen the plot. The father advised his ten year old son to keep watering the 86-pound catfish for the barbeque party later that evening. Throughout the day, many people come to see the “swollen, gasping grotesque netherworld” and “monstrosity” of a fish, including the family who caught the fish to repay their debt of $67 (Bass, 2009, pg. 1).

The poem, “The Fish”, starts with the narrator fishing in her “little rented boat”, and catching a “tremendous” fish. The narrator right of the bat realizes that this fish she caught is really different from what she is used to. Unlike most fish, this fish “didn’t fight”, which led her to further study the fish in greater detail describing him as “battered and venerable”. After examining him thoroughly and finding “five old pieces of fish-line”, she understands that this fish is older, and has definitely survived many difficult ordeals in his lifetime. This conclusion allows her to build respect and empathy towards the fish. The new found feelings towards the fish , along “the pool of bilge where oil had spread a rainbow”, caused her to have

Unexpectedly, “He didn’t fight. He hadn’t fought at all.” (Line 5-6). The fish was held half-out of the water which meant that the fish’s attitude stopped the speaker from immediately settling the ‘trophy’ on the boat. As a result, this raised the speaker’s curiosity to observe the “homely” (Line 9) fish with great detail. The fish’s brown skin was compared with an “ancient wallpaper” and in the same line, the speaker saw the “full-blown roses” shaped skin and changed her attitude abruptly -- the appearance of the fish that seemed uninteresting and old became increasingly

No one else was in the kitchen at that time since it was a friday night and everyone went out with their friends, family or beloved someone having fun. Everyone except him. He started collecting the ingredients he needed from the refrigerator and cabinets. You gotta be kiddin’ me! He couldn't find any flour or milk and the amount of sugar was hardly enough to fill a table spoon. He made himself an excuse of not going grocery shopping because he would have change his clothes to something more socially acceptable then a pink dinosaur onesie. But deep inside he knew that he actually did not want to Sainsbury’s because his ex boyfriend, Felix, worked there. Dan prefered not to think about Felix. Yet he was still craving

So they went on a date, but the first twenty minutes were very silent. Orsino didn’t except to see Olivia and neither did Olivia. Finally, that awkward silence was broken by the waiter when he said “Here is four fine fresh fish for four of

Browning composes his work through the use of the form, dramatic monologues. This helps to portray the psychotic mindset of the character to notify the reader and expand their knowledge. In addition, this enables Browning to capture the deluded aspect of the character. Robert Browning unveils his work through one long stanza; this is signified in My Last Duchess, where it illustrates the Duke’s potency and sense of mightiness. Furthermore, this demonstrates how much of a self-absorbed, narcisstic imbecile the Duke is to give the reader the characters attributes.

The Halibut Lodge offers access to the most productive and unexploited sportfishing in Alaska. That’s what drew Harvey to the tour office two days after Thanksgiving. At 2:00 o’clock, guests would arrive to inspect the 40ft "Halibut" Passenger Boat for up to 35 passengers, but the inquisitive self-assured lawyer’s assistant had not realized his watch was one hour fast. Avoiding the elevator, Harvey climbed the zig zag stair case to the top of the boat. There, he scanned the long, high deck leading back to a rear-set cabin lined on both sides with towers, outriggers (long poles that extend fishing line away from the boat), cavernous fish lockers, aerated live wells (for live bait or live

It was around 7 o'clock on a cool August night. Our family was getting ready to eat our dinner consisting of freshly caught blue crab, croaker, red snapper, and shrimp. We bought the shrimp from a small mom and pop bait shop on the main road of the island. In our small beach bungalow, the shrimp and crab boil smelled like heaven with a little bit of sea salt. We all sat on the back porch with the sea to our left and our obnoxious water balloon throwing neighbors to our right.

I lowered myself under the water and swam out into the open, Brooke following. “BARK, BARK, BARK!” cried Indie for the second time. Brooke and I climbed up the ladder and stroked Indie. Soon enough, Indie relaxed. I walked over to the old, green bench on the pier and sat down. I glanced at the lake, and thought how fun a large puddle of water could be. Next, I glanced at my sister, and saw a large smile on her face. Then, I noticed, that I had one

One weekend, Eleazar decided we should try our hand at deep-sea fishing, so he chartered an exclusive trip for us on the Flying Connie. The boat and crew were at our disposal for the entire day; we set out early around six a.m. that morning. The first hour of our journey was spent reviewing safety regulations, followed up by a basic “fishing 101” crash course. Once upon the fishing grounds, the captain passed out our poles and bait. When he reached Alice with her container of live sardines, she looked at him bewildered. She was expecting worms or manufactured lures. Immediately realizing the fate of the “poor little fishies” which she soon deemed them, she sobbed and refused to allow anyone to bait their hooks maintaining we would be murderers to do so.

First, the reader is blasted with a lot pictures of the fish. The reader has more compassion with the fishes situation, and can relate cause majority of people fish. Next, the writer compares the fish to familiar household

Sushi, Bubbles, and Shadow made fun of me, mocked, and belittled me. I refused to escape my baggy. I was scared of the open waters. A fish scared of the water, unheard of until that day. I never wanted to return to the sea. I never wanted to see those fish again. I left that day with one question, “Was I a real fish?”