Agent Jones Narrative

Another hour passed, my dad arrived. We all sat in the emergency room together, and Marcos took post in the hallway. Eventually, a doctor showed up, along with a police officer, and my family and I were led up to Bader 5. We met with Steve, the man who ran Bader 5 and he had eyes so blue they looked white. My parents were given more paper work, stating that they signed me over to Bader 5 and if they wanted me to come home, they

The Novel Jasper Jones by Craig Silvey revolves around a young boy named Charlie Bucktin living in the small Australian town of Corrigan in the 1960’s. Charlie is exposed to the confronting issues of racial prejudice, injustice and moral duality. He is challenged to question right from wrong, has to come to the realization that law doesn’t always uphold justice and we as readers are positioned to understand that people are capable of holding two conflicting values and remain in confortable harmony. The ideas are portrayed through Silvey’s use of narrative conventions that are used to either challenge or reinforce our values, attitudes and beliefs on the issues explored.

Charlie Bucktin learns a great deal about himself, others, Corrigan and important lessons that will help him live a better life in Jasper Jones. In the novel, Charlie goes through some experiences that teach him some of life’s great lessons. In particular he comes to learn a great deal about trust, love, facing and overcoming fear, role models and racial prejudice.

Although seemingly innocent, the small town of Corrigan, where the novel, Jasper Jones, is set, is home to a vast number of lies and secrets, and holds an immense amount of deception and manipulation within its walls. Secrets are a pivotal part of life and the human experience, and Jasper Jones reflects this in a relevant and thought-provoking manner, presenting the ways in which secrets and deceits can alter a person’s life for the worse, and cause emotional damage and trauma to those involved with the dishonesty.

In the novel, Jasper Jones, Craig Silvey provides us the audience an insight into the characters’ pursuit of truth by exploring overarching ideas such as Fear, Racism and Scapegoating and linking them with character dialogue as well as narrator descriptions. The main truth presented by Craig Silvey is the investigation of Laura Wishart’s death, by pursuing this truth Charlie uncovers truths about his family and town. I believe that by using these overarching ideas, silver is able to offer us a deep insight into the characters’ pursuit of truth.

In the novel Jasper Jones, Craig Silvey provides us the audience an insight into the characters’ pursuit of truth by exploring overarching ideas such as Fear, Racism and Scapegoating and linking them with character dialogue as well as narrator descriptions. The main truth presented by Craig Silvey is the investigation of Laura Wishart’s death, by pursuing this truth Charlie uncovers truths about his family and town. I believe that by using these overarching ideas, silver is able to offer us a deep insight into the characters’ pursuit of truth.

She has always been neglected by her parents because they pay more attention to her brother. She ran a lot but didn’t eat anything and passed out. She also weighed herself for fun.

“Yeah.” Agent Powell picked up on Roger’s logic turned on its head: ran off with another woman trumps kidnapped. “I’m not in a position to make that call with certainty,” Agent Powell retorted. Roger read his demeanor for veracity.

Rodney was black and Steven was white, one day after school they started to fight. As they wrestled around all the students cheered, then out in the distance a spaceship appeared. A ramp opened up and an alien walked out, he saw the children fighting and started to shout.

was Miss Jones’ willingness to begin taking her prescribed medication for depression. Miss Jones agreed to this after the third week of therapy. She had requested from the social worker evidence that anti-depressants were helpful and not just used to, “make kids numb” (Jones, 2015). The social worker was able to provide Miss Jones with research and website information that supported the use and efficacy of SRIs in adolescents. Upon review of these materials Miss Jones appeared to gain a level of comfort with the medicines and began to take them regularly.

Pamela Jones enjoyed banking. She had taken a battery of personal aptitude and interest tests that suggested that she might like and do well in either banking or librarianship. Since the job market for librarians was poor, she applied for employment with a large chartered bank, the Bank of Winnipeg, and was quickly accepted.

I stood there, and a man in a gray jacket looked at me with a sadistic grin, and let the kid fall to the ground, with a hand sized wound in his chest. I lifted up my fists, but a portal opened up and the man in the gray jacket’s fist punched me to the wall, and my vision started to go blurry. Well, it was better than what my town could do, for sure. The people in my town were too busy stabbing my arm to kill me. But, I could swear I could hear the kid speak however. I thought I heard, “Wake up, Jack, it’s too late for me.”

“ I was taking the science test and I didn 't have an eraser so I asked the kid next to me for one and the teacher thought I was cheating”

The man had entered my house and was making his way up, I could hear his loud stomps getting closer and closer. As he reached around halfway he pointed the camera towards his disgusting face and screamed in a horrifyingly deep and strange voice “YOU'RE ALL ALONE”. As he said this my monitor switched off and my computer shutdown.

I gazed at the chrome tiles beneath my feet, this is where we wait with anticipation every day. We arranged ourselves in a single file line as we are told. The tall black speakers boom aloud each name, one at a time, to undergo daily testing. An increasing sense of dread grows from within my stomach, it only grows deeper as my name approaches. The wait always makes me nervous because I know one wrong move in the eyes of the elite means I could be exiled or executed. In the next few moments, as if my body had become frozen in time, I heard my name read aloud. “Dahlia Martin”. Step, step, step, the sound of my own footsteps was nauseating. One of the elite pulled out a syringe and aimed it at me, but then I heard a different sound. I winced at the realisation that it was a gunshot. I expected it to be the elite slaughtering one of my neighbours, which isn’t a rare occurrence. In the space of seconds, I realised that this isn’t the elite. My neighbours from block G are revolting, standing up for what they believe in. I turn around and see the firing of bullets from black pistols in the hands of my own people, against the elite. I wonder if this could be the start of an uprising. I pray that it is.