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James Herriot. The Style’s the Thing. James Herriot’s Style. Pay special attention to the imagery and the figurative language Also look at the contrasts pictures, unless otherwise noted, are from http://www.jamesherriot.org. On imagery. What’s the key point to remember about imagery?
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James Herriot The Style’s the Thing
James Herriot’s Style Pay special attention to • the imagery and • the figurative language • Also look at the contrasts pictures, unless otherwise noted, are from http://www.jamesherriot.org
On imagery • What’s the key point to remember about imagery? • It’s literal! • What are the 7 types? • Visual, auditory, tactile, olfactory, gustatory, kinesthetic, organic
Visual imagery • Think about what you see – colors, sizes, light/ dark/ shadings, pictures – most commonly used type
auditory • Sounds = loud/ soft; harsh/shrill; gentle/ raucous, and all variations in between
tactile • touch = texture and/ or temperature
gustatory • tastes = sweet, salty, sour, etc.
kinesthetic • feelings/ sensations in the muscles
organic • internal sensations such as hunger, thirst, nausea
As for figurative language • What is the definition of figurative language? • It cannot be taken literally • Is figurative language a part of our everyday lives? • Come, instance, instance!
simile metaphor personification apostrophe metonymy synecdoche paradox overstatement understatement irony (all types, esp. situational and verbal) Figurative devices
Those special devices • To clarify on metonymy and synecdoche: • metonymy – something close related to that which is actually meant • synecdoche – a literal part for the whole
contrast • A noticeable difference between two elements – the more exaggerated the contrast, the funnier it can be for the reader.
Chapter 19 http://images.google.com/images
That marvelous Chapter 19 “I buried my face in the ice cold champagne and when I looked up, there was François holding out a tray of smoked salmon sandwiches…François seemed always to be at my elbow, filling up
“the enormous glass or pushing dainties at me. I found it delightful; the salty snacks brought on a thirst which I quenched with deep draughts of champagne, then I had more snacks which made me thirsty again and François would unfailingly pop up with the magnum. …I danced with everybody in sight – sleek young beauties, elderly dowagers and twice with a giggling Mrs. Pumphrey.
“Or I just talked. And it was witty talk; I repeatedly amazed myself by my lightning shafts. Once I caught sight of myself in a mirror—a distinguished figure, glass in hand, the hired suit hanging on me with quiet grace. It took my breath away.” p. 115
More chapter 19 “I had another try at the marble-like soap but it defeated me as easily as the first time. I wondered how long it had been in the family. Down my right side my cheek and ribs were caked with dirt and mucus. I did my best to scrape some off with my fingernails then I swilled myself down with the cold water from the bucket.
“Mr. Atkinson wordlessly handed me a sack. Its edges were stiff with old manure and it smelled musty from the meal it had long since contained. I took it and began to rub my chest and as the sour grains of the meal powdered my skin, the last bubbles of champagne left me, drifted up through the gaps in the tiles and burst sadly in the darkness beyond.” p. 119
The disgruntled gardener “Hodgkin, a dour, bent old Yorkshireman who looked as though he hated all dogs and Tricki in particular, had to go out on the lawn every day and throw little rubber rings over and over again. Tricki bounded after them and brought them back, barking madly till the process was repeated. The bitter lines on the old man’s face deepened as the game progressed. His lips moved continually, but it was impossible to hear what he was saying.
“Well, he was playing his game, and he does adore it so, when suddenly, without warning, he went crackerdog. He forgot all about his rings and began to run around in circles, barking and yelping in such a strange way. Then he fell over on his side and lay like a little dead thing.” p.88
And in Chapter 18 “Getting no response he dug the animal viciously in the belly with his thumb. The horse took the point at once and released me like an obedient dog dropping a bone. I fell on my knees and ruminated in the gutter for a while till I could breathe more easily. As from a great distance I could still hear the little man shouting at me.
“I looked down at my new mac. The shoulder was chewed to a sodden mass. I felt I must escape and began to edge my was through the crowd. Some of the faces were concerned but most were grinning. Once clear I started to walk away rapidly and as I turned the corner the last faint cry from the coalman reached me. ‘Dinna meddle wi’ things ye ken nuthin’ aboot!’” p. 111