What would happen if you were scared for life because of an incident that had happened in your childhood days? That was what happened to poor Theodore Decker, a young boy at the age of thirteen. His father ran away about a year ago, but his loss didn’t really affect Theo at all. He wasn’t exactly close with his father. He was much more closer to his mother.
He continued his daily life like every normal kid does, eventually landed on teenager’s problems. He was caught smoking on school and his mother was called. His mother wasn’t happy with him at all. As she dragged him along to the school meeting, something else distracted her–the museum, a place where they loved to spend time together, especially with the new gallery, ‘The Anatomy Lesson’.
Without hesitation, I can say some literary writers who have influenced me to see the World (with capital W), but the real “giants” who gift me the most impact for my twelve years of beautiful life are Albert Camus and J.D. Salinger. Last year I picked up a copy of The Catcher In the Rye and I was hooked. Last month, I had a whole stacked of books to read during my school holiday. I pored over them one by one, started to read. The Stranger won my heart straight away. This time, my writing is intended to be a deep dive, side by side comparison of their similaraties and difference. Those who don’t read the books yet might find this article is confusing as I don’t uncover the storylines in details.
The Stranger is a small powerful novella that talks about how a human battle his consciousness to trivialize everything — the killing, his subsequent arrest, his imprisonment, his trial, his conviction, and his sentencing, while The Catcher in the Rye is also a novella which talks about a teenager who has lots of problems in his daily life — getting expelled from school and roaming round New York — and he ends up doing things he isn’t supposed to do, although he thinks the other way around.
The Night Circus isn’t an ordinary circus. Not the kind in where lions jump over flaming hoops of fire, and acrobats balance on tightrope, or when magicians use mirrors and distractions to do their tricks. It’s a circus that opens only at night, named Le Cirques de Reves, meaning, the Circus of Dreams, features beautiful imagery stuff, blooming with details. Like a garden made of ice, acrobats are soaring without a net, and a cloud maze where you simply get lost, step off and float to the bottom of the tent, and even a contortionists, who twists herself into small tiny impossible knots.
“The circus arrives without warning. No announcement precede it, no paper mentions it on downtown posts and billboards, no mentions on advertisements on local newspapers. It is simply there, when yesterday it was not.” –Opening line
This was a story narrated by Death, who really hates the despair, death and destruction bought by war. In the case of this book, it was World War II, when everyone would salute Adolf Hitler with a “Heil Hitler!” And consider Jews, they were people with really filthy blood. This was a story revolved around a young 10 year old girl, named Liesel, who, on the beginning on the book, was on the way to meet her foster parents, with her mother and brother. On the train, her brother suddenly died, which was the first time Death saw her and the first time she took (or ‘stole’) a book. A book about ‘Gravediggers’.
Oh, the power of words! As soon as Liesel reached her new house, she met her foster parents, Hans and Rosa Hubermann. When Hans found out that Liesel had that book, he decided to teach Liesel words, and that was how Liesel learnt how to read and write. She found so much joy in it, which led her to steal/take more books. She was like me, always hunger for words, sentences, and stories. Really, Hans played a vital role in Liesel’s life. When she found out the joy of the words, she was very happy. Liesel thanked her foster father.
When he was seven, Oscar was like a charm to all the girls. That was the time in which he called it the ‘golden ages’. Many girls fell for him. It came to the point when he had two girlfriends at once. Maritza and Olga. It lasted for a week, full of bliss, before Maritza told Oscar ‘it’s either her or me’. Oscar immediately chose Maritza, as she was beautiful, and Olga was not. Olga was near obese, and Maritza was not. So he broke up with Olga, right in front of Maritza. On Monday, he saw Maritza walking around with somebody else. When he heard her say ‘Let’s get married’ to that guy, the Golden Ages ended.
In high school, Oscar was the loner. He grew overweight, and started being so miserable. As a Domician, he was expected to be good with girls, like his sister Lola, who was a magic to the boys. But he was more like a nerd. He was the only boy around his grade who didn’t have a girlfriend. When he found out his friends, Al and Miggs, had girlfriends of their owns, he stopped talking to them.