Of Mice and Male Summative Task (Criminals)
1. Characterization: Direct Characterization- “Scoundrels might leave his things about, and being a steady dollar and a cripple, he was more irreversible than other men, and he had actually collected more possessions than he might carry on his back” (Steinbeck 65). Indirect characterization- A. “A person sets alone out here at night, perhaps readin’ books or thinkin’ or stuff like that. Sometimes he gets thinkin’, an’ he got absolutely nothing to inform him what’s so an’ what ain’t so. Perhaps if he sees somethin’, he don’t know whether it’s best or not. He can’t rely on some other man and ast him if he sees it too. He can’t tell.
He got absolutely nothing to measure by” (Steinbeck 73). “Maybe you guys better go. I ain’t sure I want you in here no more. A colored guy got to have some rights even if he don’t like ’em” (Steinbeck 90). B. “Crooks had lowered himself to nothing. There was no personality, no ego– nothing to arouse either like or dislike. He said, “Yes, ma’am,” and his voice was toneless. For a moment she stood over him as though waiting on him to move so that she might whip at him once again; but Crooks sat perfectly still, his eyes avoided, everything that may be harmed attracted. She turned at last to the other two.” (Steinbeck 80-81). Got a crooked back where a horse kicked him. The boss gives him hell when he seethes. But the steady dollar do not offer a damn about that. He reads a lot. Got books in his space” (Steinbeck 20). C. Crooks admits to being very lonesome, and as a black male with a physical handicap, Crooks is required to reside on the fringe of cattle ranch life, left out. His bitterness appears to silently burst out through his bitter, caustic wit, like on page 72, touching Lennies vulnerable side. For that reason, Crooks is a lonesome individual who keeps to himself and does what he does due to the fact that he has absolutely nothing else to do and no one to take care of.
Crooks is a round, fixed character. 2. Emotional Reaction: Scoundrels is extremely redundant to the care of others. I can’t assist but feel that he doesn’t really take a seat and talk with people frequently, however when he does he rants. In about a 2 minute discussion he has already offered the spiel of his life and how enormously lonely he is. To make it worse he moves HIS concern to someone else. It almost appears as if all he thinks about is his constant depression and seclusion from whatever. 3. Character’s Words: “Crooks said darkly, “guys don’t enter into a colored guy’s space very much. Nobody been here but Slim.
Slender an’ the one in charge” (Steinbeck 75). Crooks makes a clear point on how he feels about individuals invading his personal privacy, except he lets them in because of his isolation. This shows how desperate he is not particularly a pal, but more so someone to speak with and interact with. “I seen hundreds of males visited on the road an’ on the ranches, with their bindles on their back an’ that very same damn thing in their heads … every damn among ’em’s got a little piece of land in his head. An’ never ever a God damn one of ’em ever gets it. Much like paradise. Ever’body wants a little piece of lan’. I read lots of books out here.
Nobody never gets to heaven, and no one gets no land” (Steinbeck 74). Inside scoundrels head, there is definitely no future in working on a ranch. This quote likewise reveals a direct declaration that he bases his declaration of books. He has no clue about heaven or individuals getting land since 1) he hasn’t died yet, and 2) If all the guys he has actually talked with leave in a month or two, how does he understand that they never got their land. Crooks is excessively prejudiced in his words and when he mentions something, he perseveres all the method through. 4. Journal Entry: (Bad spelling and punctuation on purpose) Mid September
I haven’t composed in a long while. Appears like days go faster every sundown. I’ve been looking at the sun set every day now. Nigers have it tough! If I wasn’t colored my life would be so much easier! My back may be straight. What does it matter any longer … nothing matters anymore to me. I might die right now and nobody would care. My life seems meaningless in this world. All I do it tend the stables. Anybody can do it, im easily exchangeable. Like my words just matter in this old battered note pad I found in the one in charges trash. This new girl showed up a few days ago. Slim said she got married to Curley.
Shes most likely gon na be gone in a month or 2. She comes by about when a day to tease me when im alone. Whenever Slims around shes like a toddler. I never ever understood adults imitated young children til she arrived. Then theres this larry or Lenny guy that appeared with this brief man George. Anyways he high like a giant. He moves like a bear and has paws like one to. Hes the last male I wunna tinker. He does not talk much and lets George talk for him. George keeps an eye out for him I believe. That or he just employers him around. I think this Larry or Lenny man relies of George. i saw him playing with the young puppies today like a little boy would.
He talked with it like it was his friend that he was gon take care of. Creeps me out. Slim likes George though. hes wise. Purty smart. The way he talks and does things isn’t regular. Like he always careful. I do not know much. I just know what slims informed me. I do not know much, ive checked out all these books to long. I simply wan’ burn em all. All they do is make me feel so conflicted inside. Make me feel al unusual and out of wack. And when I read em all, I simply feel lonlier. Then all I have left is this journal. Think its much better than playing horse shoes to release some stress.