ENGL1B Harvard University The House on Mango Street Analysis Essay

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The complete instruction is in the pdf I've uploaded. Basically just read the two passages and then compare and contrast them.

Please finish the prewriting & outline and then write a 2-3 page analysis paper on the materials provided. Please use MLA format and double spaced. Thank you!

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PREWRITING and OUTLINING POINTS NAME__________________________________ English 1B Midterm Exam #1 - Fiction You will have 80 minutes to complete this writing task. Please take at least 10 minutes to prewrite. Consider the question carefully and plan what you will say. Write your composition in a green examination booklet. Please remember to skip lines and write in ink (black ink preferred). Writing Assignment In a fully developed essay: 1) Compare and/or contrast the themes discussed in the passages from Cisneros and Naipaul. Discuss how the tone, style, language, and setting in both pieces support your analysis. 2) Compare your own views with those expressed in one or both selections by describing specific examples from your own experiences or observations. +______ 10 from The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros We didn’t always live on Mango Street. Before that we lived on Loomis on the third floor, and before that we lived on Keeler. Before Keeler it was Paulina, and before that I can’t remember. But what I remember most is moving a lot. Each time it seemed there’d be one more of us. By the time we got to Mango Street we were six—Mama, Papa, Carlos, Kiki, my sister Nenny and me. The house on Mango Street is ours, and we don’t have to pay rent to anybody, or share the yard with the people downstairs, or be careful not to make too much noise, and there isn’t a landlord banging on the ceiling with a broom. But even so, it’s not the house we’d thought we’d get. We had to leave the flat on Loomis quick. The water pipes broke and the landlord wouldn’t fix them because the house was too old. We had to leave fast. We were using the washroom next door and carrying water over in empty milk gallons. That’s why Mama and Papa looked for a house, and that’s why we moved into the house on Mango Street, far away, on the other side of town. They always told us that one day we would move into a house, a real house that would be ours for always so we wouldn’t have to move each year. And our house would have running water and pipes that worked. And inside it would have real stairs, not hallway stairs, but stairs inside like the houses on T.V. And we’d have a basement and at least three washrooms so when we took a bath we wouldn’t have to tell everybody. Our house would be white with trees around it, a great big yard and grass growing without a fence. This was the house Papa talked about when he held a lottery ticket and this was the house Mama dreamed up in the stories she told us before we went to bed. But the house on Mango Street is not the way they told it at all. It’s small and red with tight steps in front and window so small you’d think they were holding their breath. Bricks are crumbling in places, and the front door is so swollen you have to push hard to get in. There is no front yard, only four little elms the city planted by the curb. Out back is a small garage for the car we don’t own yet and a small yard that looks smaller between the two buildings on either side. There are stairs in our house, but they’re ordinary hallway stairs, and the house has only one washroom. Everybody has to share a bedroom— Mama and Papa, Carlos and Kiki, me and Nenny. Once when we were living on Loomis, a nun from my school passed by and saw me playing out front. The laundromat downstairs had been boarded up because it had been robbed two days before and the owner had painted on the wood YES WE’RE OPEN so as not to lose business. Where do you live? She asked. There, I said pointing up to the third floor. You live there? There. I had to look to where she pointed—the third floor, the paint peeling, wooden bars Papa had nailed on the windows so we wouldn’t fall out. You live there? The way she said it made me feel like nothing. There. I lived there. I nodded. I knew then I had to have a house. A real house. One I could point to. But this isn’t it. The house on Mango Street isn’t it. For the time being, Mama says. Temporary, says Papa. But I know how those things go. from A House for Mr. Biswas by V. S. Naipaul No more was heard of the potatoes, and Mr. Biswas never threatened again to sell the car. He didn’t now care to do anything against his wife’s wishes. He had grown to accept her judgement and to respect her optimism. He trusted her. Since they had moved to the house Shama had learned a new loyalty, to him and to their children; away from her mother and sisters, she was able to express this without shame, and to Mr. Biswas this was a triumph almost as big as the acquiring of his own house. He thought of the house as his own, though for years it had been irretrievably mortgaged. And during these months of illness and despair he was struck again and again by the wonder of being in his own house, the audacity of it: to walk in through his own front gate, to bar entry to whoever he wished, to close his doors and windows every night, to hear no noises except those of his family, to wander freely from room to room and about his yard, instead of being condemned, as before, to retire the moment he got home to the crowded room in one or the other of Mrs. Tulsi’s houses, crowded with Shama’s sisters, their husbands, their children. As a boy he had moved from one house of strangers to another; and since his marriage he felt he had lived nowhere but in the houses of the Tulsis, at Hanuman House in Arwacas, in the decaying wooden house at Shorthills, in the clumsy concrete house in Port of Spain. And now at the end he found himself in his own house, on his own half-lot of land, his own portion of the earth. That he should have been responsible for this seemed to him, in these last months, stupendous. 1. Prewrite by completing this chart (using key words or short bullet points). Cisneros’ The House on Mango Street Naipaul’s A House for Mr. Biswas THEME? TONE? STYLE? LANGUAGE? SETTING? 2. Which passage do you connect with more? (circle one) Cisneros’ The House on Mango Street Naipaul’s A House for Mr. Biswas 3. Use the square below to prewrite about your own experiences and/or observations regarding your own views on this topic. You may freewrite, brainstorm, cluster, and or ponder questions. Why do you relate to the passage you selected? 4. Organize your thoughts by completing this outline (use key words or short bullet points): 5. Write your essay in a green exam booklet. (please remember to double underline the thesis and single underline the topic sentences in each body paragraph once you’ve completed the essay)
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Prewriting: Fictional analysis Essay

THEME

Cisneros’ The House on

Naipaul’s A House for Mr.

Mango Street

Biswas

Struggles faced by lLatinos

self-knowledge and

when they move to America

symbolism of a house as a

including struggles of living in reflection of internal value
unfavorable environments,
apartments, and houses
TONE

Sad and Pessimistic

Positive and optimistic

STYLE

Descriptive; the author

Narrative

focuses on describing the
house on the Mango street and
how it wasn’t anything that
her parents had promised
LANGUAGE

Literal

Figurative

SETTING

Mango Street, located in a

Trinidad constituting of

low-income neighborhood in

people with different,

Surname 2
Chicago inhabited by Latinos

ethnicities, language, and race

2. Which ...


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