'Man In The Yellow Suit': Discussion Questions

The story "The Man in the Black Suit" written by Stephen King, can take the reader back in time to 1914 to walk a mile in Gary’s shoes. Throughout this story there is a great deal of imagery. Imagery is used help bring the story to life using descriptive elements to grasp the mental image that Stephen King is trying to convey. Imagery however isn’t the only element in the story to help draw in the reader. The use of themes and connections with symbolism also help tie in the whole story together and to help certainly draw in the reader.

Mae Tuck had been held in custody for the past few days and was due to hang in the gallows. She was convicted of the murder of Henry Collins, a bright man with whom we spoke to earlier this week. Furthermore, Mae Tuck and her family were accused of kidnapping the girl who helped her escape prison, Winifred. Winifred, however, claims that this accusation is untrue and that she went with the Tuck family on her own will. "Winnie was always such a well-behaved young lady," Winifred's mother sniffled, "she has certainly changed since she has returned home. I don't know what that monstrous family has done to our poor Winnie. She has suddenly become extremely deceptive and persuasive and her intentions are clouded, we can't trust her anymore."

He came out of the smelly tent and the back half collapsed after him. Alma tried, but ended up laughing. He gave her a look, but then it changed and he just smiled. There was something in the look that made her look down.

"A dollhouse," Leo recited, after a winding autumn breeze. Her voice was flat and quiet, still trapped in the memory. "I loved it very much." Like usual, Benson pressed her for details, but the woman was as deep in her memories as she was willing to go. Any further was dangerous. In fact, apparently, this far was dangerous, and she wasn't even ankle deep.

“He fastened the suitcase, put on his coat, looked around the bedroom before turning off the light. Then he went out to the living room” (Narrator).

Hale and Mrs. Peter shows the courageous to disguise the evidence from Sheriff and attorney because if they tell them to court will never understand her emotions and gave her serious punishment. When they find a cage and then they see a fancy box, In the fancy box there was a bird up in this piece of silk. ’ Steps are heard outside. Mrs. Hale slips box under quilt pieces and sinks into her chair.

Knee's scrabbling in the dirt, and chest heaving, Oxenham tasted the bitter taste of alchol from the previous night's soiree mingled with the bile rising in his throat as he reacted to the sight of the mangled woman, and cursed himself for initiating this morning excursion. Why had he agreed to come here, what had he expected? In the back of his remained the reasons he'd explained to his lover, but right at this moment, they appeared ridiculous and insignificant; his ego talking. Yes let's go visit a dead body, it'll be fun, and a way to prove myself, not just to my employer, but also to my lover.

One lamp shone dimly in the next room, and Jervis followed. There was Uncle Nelson sitting in the recliner. The man was yellow, like a lightbulb glowing neon. His eyes were closed, and Jervis stood over him as he slept, or more likely had nodded off. The man smelled of old sweat, like Jervis’s own dad. He put the knife up to Nelson’s neck, and the man didn’t flinch. A permanent snore rustled though his nose. His flesh hung saggy at his neck, like a turkey, waggling

Feeling confident in his ability to hide the body, the narrator does not feel nervous at all when the officers come down to the cellar. When they are ready to leave, he feels he has to boast. He brags about how solid the house is, then raps on the portion of the wall where his wife was hidden with his cane. Suddenly there came a loud yowl, turning into a scream of fury. The narrator is shocked into oblivion, not able to think or react as the officers find his wife, the cat sitting atop her head.

Most of the movies and TV shows you’ll see different ethnicity playing a character of or being a host and that good. But some movies you have people as actors trying to portray a paper that it’s not even close to their race. Instead of hiring a actor that his ethnicity will fit on the ethnic of the film Hollywood rather use someone well known to play the part of a Hispanic, Asian or black character in a film. In early Hollywood white actors were often made to portray characters of other race. For example, Yellow Face is when a white actor is using makeup to pass as an Asian. In a film “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” (1961) Mickey Rooney played a role of a cranky Japanese landlord and the character he was playing was Mr. Yunioshi. Even in the twenty-

Unlike the men who are looking for a motive or forensic evidence to piece together the murder, the two women observe clues that would only be striking to housewives, which provides insight to the bleakness of Mrs. Wright’s emotional household life. Mrs. Hale then theorizes that Mr. Wright’s oppressive and cold nature must have been dreary to live with, which is implied by the plethora of menial housewife tasks left unfinished or

Mrs Wilson had changed her costume some time before, and was now attired in an elaborate afternoon dress of cream coloured chiffon, which gave out a continual rustle as she swept about the room. With the influence of the dress her personality had also undergone a change. The intense vitality that had been so remarkable in the garage was converted into impressive hauteur. (33)

When Mrs. Hales discovered a cute weaving basket of Mrs. Wright she noticed that there was an abnormal trend of weaving of Mrs. Wright’s quilt. There was a couple of noticeable things in the kitchen which depicts a sense of stress and pressure on Mrs. Wright’s mind these signs includes friut preserves on shelves, a bread loaf out of bread box and a half cleaned table. This illustrates that Mrs. Wright was very disturbed from her husband’s killing of her bird and her husband’s murder. She knew that what she have done is an illegal act and was ashemed of it.

Amser touched his cheek and then smiled. “Yeah, I guess I should,” he said backing up. He waited until she disappeared safely in the house and then started for home oblivious to a nightbird blinking out of existence. He didn’t miss the drone, its red light blinking a silent demand for attention when he walked into his flat ten minutes later. He knew they were angry; he’d sent his last report days ago. His good mood landed in the same heap as his overcoat.

With another thoroughly unpleasant jolt, Seoyeon suddenly realised that the only reason she’d even become aware of his shadow was because the candles in all the chandeliers were now lit. Half scared out of her wits that he’d managed to sneak up on her so silently, Seoyeon sat frozen for several long moments. How had she not noticed him? He must have been there for a little while if all the chandeliers were now alight — how had she not heard him opening the door, or his footfalls on the wooden floorboards? They’d squeaked loudly under her feet, after all.