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Hurston’s story of a young couple, deeply in love with each other to the point of comfort takes a turn after she has us settled into a warm and comfortable romantic mood. But as we all know, the climax is … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I don’t know why I didn’t think of it before, but I now realize that my little essays on some of these short stories are meaningless without having the story available to read and come up with your own thoughts … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Hurston’s exposition, in the first sentence, is one of setting, and symbolism and metaphor are subtley rampant within the story. “It was a Negro yard around a Negro house in a Negro settlement that looked to the payroll of the … Continue reading → Continue reading →

It’s taken me forever to write an essay on this story by Zora Neale Hurston, because something about it bothered me—not bad-bothered, good-bothered, and it finally came to me late last night: The story is an updated version of Adam … Continue reading → Continue reading →