Descriptive Essay On A Blue Hotel

In  'The Blue Hotel,' Stephen Crane uses various provocative techniques to ensure that the setting adds to the richness of the story. 'The Blue Hotel' is set in a cold Nebraska town at the Palace Hotel in the late 1800's, but there is more to setting than just when and where a story takes place.  In a written work, it is the author's job to vividly depict events in order to keep the reader?s attention and to create colorful mental images of places, objects, or situations. The story is superbly enhanced through Crane?s use of setting to develop mood, to create irony, and to make nature foreshadow or imitate human actions.

Stephen Crane’s short story, The Blue Hotel, is a very diverse and interesting story with many themes. One of the themes is consequences for your actions. In the story a man they called the Swede went to a bar and tried to force a Gambler to drink with him. He kept pushing and wouldn’t leave the man alone resulting the Swede being killed. Another theme in this short story is honesty. During the Story the Swede claimed while playing cards that another character, Johnny, was cheating. While Johnie denied it another guy at the table, known as the Easterner, also knew he was cheating, but he didn’t speak up resulting in Johnny and the Swede fighting. Consequently causing the Swede to go to the bar where he was killed. The Easterner felt guilty for the death of the Swede because if he only would’ve been honest about Johnny cheating the Swede would have never went to the bar where he was killed.

"The Blue Hotel" by Stephen Crane is a story about three travelers passing through Fort Romper, Nebraska. Pat Scully, the owner of the Palace Hotel, draws the men to his hotel that is near the train station. In the hotel the three men meet Johnnie, son of Scully, and agree to play a game of cards with him. During the game, the Swede declares Johnnie as a cheater; this gives rise to a fistfight between Johnnie and the Swede. The Swede wins the fight but leaves the hotel with a false sense of confidence. He goes to a nearby bar and boasts about his victory and eventually gets himself in a fight with a gambler; and Swede eventually is killed. The central idea behind the action in the story is

It was just another average and ordinary day in New York. The birds were flying, the air was turning cold from the transition from Summer to Fall, and it was just another day in the office. But, at around 8:45, the North Tower

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There are many themes evident in both Stephen Crane’s The Blue Hotel and Bret Harte’s Tennessee's Partner; some of these themes are easily recognizable while recognition of the others depends on the perception of the reader. The two stories, share the theme of personal integrity and that all actions have consequences; however, there are several themes that are unique to each story that the reader can latch on to. The plot and storyline of Tennessee’s Partner are straightforward, but after reading Crane’s The Blue Hotel, one can imagine many different plots that could have taken place throughout the story. Through imagery, the reader can take what each author presents and let his or her imagination run wild; there is not a set feeling or reaction that either author intends for the reader to have after reading.

They left for the airport. The arrived at the airport. The airport was busy than normal.

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