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Why does Rachel Carson begin with "there was once a town..." as though she were writing a fairy tale?
Silent Spring by Rachel Carson
Additional Question:
1. Is this a fairy tale of sorts?
2. How does Carson present the town in paragraphs 1 and 2?
2 Answers
- ?Lv 41 decade agoFavorite Answer
Most definitely not a fairy tale, Silent Spring was the foundation of modern environmentalism. That opening chapter was called "A Fable for Tomorrow" and what Carson was doing in those early paragraphs was describing not one place but a combined memory - somewhat idealized - of the way things were in small-town America before the beginnings of ecologically disruptive mass-scale agriculture. Because it is not one particular place but a realistic amalgamation of many places, she calls it a fable, which means a tale composed to teach a lesson. And, of course, that is what the book did. The language is chosen , as you recognize, is chosen to be like that most common way of opening fairy tales "once upon a time".
- ?Lv 45 years ago
the only fact that may not be ready to be omitted is time, and the ravages of age. yet, we nonetheless hang to the desire that there is a fairytale ending regardless; we've become based on 'the chuffed ending.' i'm reminded that when Dickens submitted the manuscript of "large expectancies" he became asked to rewrite the appropriate pages to furnish readers a chuffed ending; he objected, yet at last capitulated, redrafting the appropriate pages to make six different endings. 2 of them, the many times occurring 'chuffed ending' and the 1st draft that Dickens would have favored, at the instant are printed. it style of feels fantasy has been a factor human beings for it slow... The autos that shimmered On an asphalt sea jogged my memory That people who disembarked For the enchanted aisles Of ok-Mart and the interior sight liquor save Had missions to fill up The hours of light. Perched on the narrow Plank of a weathered picnic table on the fertile eco-friendly strip, I wheeled approximately to take heed to The canyon-silence of the graveyard the place no person moved quickly, fretted Or moved as plenty. I rose and walked to the grey sea, to existence, uncertainty, That the place I’d sat would be, each and every time I back, no longer closer to the chain-link and the gate or maybe no remember if it became there in any respect.