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About Me:18-year-old sixth form student, studying English Literature, History and Government and Politics. My articles will broadly cover topics from the current affairs of politics to reviews of books and albums, as well as adding my own creative pieces, whether it be short fiction or general opinion.
Despite Roland Barthes assertion of the ‘Death of the Author’ (that being the concept that a text should be devoid of the author’s background (class, race, family etc) and intention, I cannot help but think that this piece will portray me as an overzealous sweet consumer and addict. I will, thus, attempt to give you my intention behind this piece to perhaps reassure you – and indeed consolidate for myself - of my sanity and to, hopefully, shine a more rose-tinted light on its meaning. Of course you can always choose to ignore the writer’s intention; a piece of work or art should stand solitarily and open for observation and perception. You may choose to see the protagonist as having a severely addictive personality still. Ergo, you may use this voicing of intention merely as one way to look at the text rather than how the text should be seen.
“He suddenly came to a halt” is how the story begins. This, rather than give the background of the protagonist, begins the story at a point of suspended motion – we do not know what comes before, but we may infer and interpret from the subsequent imagery. This image is one of a cigarette burnt to its end. Such an image may connote to you as something addictive (or ritual) and corrosive to the protagonist, whether this may come as a toxic relationship or friendship, a particular job, or anything of the sort. What I tried to form into something of a motif was the red-orange colour glow of the cigarette; this situation is not fully extinguished, it still emits a faint light to show its presence. Also something I wish to point out is the fact the ‘ashen’ taste was ‘always there, but only now had he noticed it’ – the idea being that this distasteful nature of a situation is always present but could perhaps be clouded by other forces. The forces are never told in this case, I thought it best to leave to presumption.
The next paragraph sees the protagonist in the shop deciding what to replace this ashen taste is. I wanted to write this piece of the story as something almost reactionary, an immediate response to the taste. So he chooses a block of chocolate with red foil and a variety packet of sweets as opposed to single-type packets that he usually buys. This, I intended, to be very open to interpretation. It could be seen that he has snapped out of his state of monomania (that being ‘an exaggerated enthusiasm for or preoccupation with one thing’) in that he now craves variety rather than singularity, or it could simply be seen as him breaking out of a pattern he was in before. The proprietor of the shop was one part of the story that took the longest in crafting. I mulled over creating him as a paternal type of figure, exuding tender compassion, almost like the antithesis as to what will ensue, or as a sinister figure, similar to that of the grim reaper.
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