LEARNING ACTIVITY SHEET IN ENGLISH 10

LITERARY APPROACHES

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FORMS OF LITERARY CRITICISM

I. LEARNING SKILLS
A. Most Essential Learning Competency:
Critiquing a literary selection using any of the literary approaches.
B. Objectives:
A. Critique a literary text using any literary approaches;

II. INTRODUCTORY CONCEPT

Literary criticism is the comparison, analysis, interpretation, and/or evaluation of

works of literature. It is essentially an opinion, supported by evidence, relating to the theme,
style, setting, or historical or political context. (Dickinson Waidner-Spahr Library, 2020)
When critiquing a literary text, one must know how to distinguish its different
approaches: structuralist/formalist, moralist, Marxist, feminist, historical, and reader-
response. These approaches will serve as your guide to further reveal how a literary
selection.
Critical Approaches are sometimes called, “lenses”, the different perspectives we can
consider in analyzing a text.
Critiquing a literary selection is challenging because it will push you beyond your limits
to learn how to interpret a text. For this reason, there is a need for you to develop literary
skills to learn how to assess valid information.

Source: Learning Activity Sheet In English 10 Worksheet No. 4.1

Quarter 3 by Department of Education Albay Division LAS Writers

III. ACTIVITIES

Activity 1: READ and ANALYZE

Read the short story Vanka by Russian fictionist Anton Chekhov and complete
the following activities.
Vanka
Anton Chekhov
NINE-YEAR-OLD Vanka Zhukov, on Christmas eve. He waited till his master
who had been apprenticed three months ago and mistress and the senior apprentices had
to Alyakhin the shoemaker, did not go to bed gone to church, and then took from the

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cupboard a bottle of ink and a pen with a be throwing out his arms and hugging
rusty nib, spread out a crumpled sheet of himself against the cold, or, with his old
paper, and was all ready to write. Before man's titter, pinching a maid, or one of the
tracing the first letter he glanced several cooks. "Have a nip," he would say, holding
times anxiously at the door and window, out his snuffbox to the women.
peered at the dark icon, with shelves holding The women would take a pinch and
cobbler's lasts stretching on either side of it, sneeze. Grandfather would be overcome
and gave a quivering sigh. The paper lay on with delight, breaking out into jolly laughter,
the bench, and Vanka knelt on the floor at and shouting:
the bench. "Good for frozen noses!"
"Dear Grandad Konstantin Makarich," Even the dogs would be given snuff.
he wrote. "I am writing a letter to you. I send Kashtanka would sneeze, shake her head
you Christmas greetings and hope God will and walk away, offended. But Eel, too polite
send you his blessings. I have no Father and to sneeze, would wag his tail. And the
no Mummie and you are all I have left." weather was glorious. The air still,
Vanka raised his eves to the dark transparent. fresh. It was a dark night, but
window-pane, in which the reflection of the the whole village with its white roofs, the
candle flickered, and in his imagination smoke rising from the chimneys, the trees,
distinctly saw his grandfather, Konstantin silver with rime, the snow-drifts, could be
Makarich, who was night watchman on the seen distinctly. The sky was sprinkled with
estate of some gentlefolk called Zhivarev. gaily twinkling stars, and the Milky Way
He was a small, lean old man about stood out as clearly as if newly scrubbed for
sixty-five but remarkably lively and agile, the holiday and polished with snow....
with a smiling face and eves bleary with Vanka sighed, dipped his pen in the
drink. In the daytime he either slept in the ink, and went on writing:
back kitchen, or sat joking with the cook and "And yesterday I had such a hiding.
the kitchen-maids, and in the night, wrapped The master took me by the hair and dragged
in a great sheepskin coat, he walked round me out into the yard and beat me with the
and round the estate, sounding his rattle. stirrup-strap because by mistake I went to
After him, with drooping heads, went old sleep rocking their baby. And one day last
Kashtanka and another dog, called Eel, on week the mistress told me to gut a herring
account of his black coat and long, weasel- and I began from the tail and she picked up
like body. Eel was wonderfully respectful and the herring and rubbed my face with the
insinuating, and turned the same appealing head. The other apprentices make fun of me,
glance on friends and strangers alike, but he they send me to the tavern for vodka and
inspired confidence in no one. His make me steal the masters’ cucumbers and
deferential manner and docility were a cloak the master beats me with the first thing he
for the most Jesuitical spite and malice. He finds. And there is nothing to eat. They give
was an adept at stealing up, to snap at a foot, me bread in the morning and gruel for dinner
creeping into the ice-house, or snatching a and in the evening bread again, but I never
peasant's chicken. His hind-legs had been get tea or cabbage soup they gobble it all rip
slashed again and again, twice he had been themselves. And they make me sleep in the
strung up, he was beaten within an inch of passage and when their baby cries, I don’t
his life every week, but he survived it all. get any sleep at all I have to rock it. Dear
Grandad was probably standing at Grandad for the dear Lords sake take me
the gate at this moment, screwing up his away from here take me home to the village
eves to look at the bright red light coming I can’t bear it any longer. Oh, Grandad I beg
from the church windows, or stumping about and implore you and I will always pray for
in his felt boots, fooling with the servants. His you do take me away from here or I'll die... "
rattle would be fastened to his belt. He would

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 Vanka's lips twitched, he rubbed his to see which one of them was to die. And
eyes with a black fist and gave a sob. suddenly a hare would come leaping over a
"I will grind your snuff for you," he snow-drift, swift as an arrow... Grandfather
went on. "I will pray for you and you can flog could never help shouting:
me as hard as you like if I am naughty. And "Stop it, stop it ... stop it! Oh, you stub-
if you think there is nothing for me to do, I will tailed devil!"
ask the steward to take pity on me and let Grandfather would drag the tree to
me clean the boots or I will go as a shepherd- the big house, and they would start
boy instead of Fedya. Dear Grandad, I can’t decorating it... Miss Olga Ignatyevna,
stand it. It is killing me. I thought I would run Vanka's favorite, was the busiest of all. While
away on foot to the village, but I have no Pelageva, Vanka's mother, was alive and in
boots and I was afraid of the frost. And when service at the big house, Olga Ignatyevna
I grow up to be a man I will look after you and used to give Vanka sweets, and amuse
I will not let anyone hurt you and when you herself by teaching him to read, write and
die, I will pray for your soul like I do for my count to a hundred, and even to dance the
Mummie. quadrille. But when Pelageya died, the
"Moscow is such a big town there are orphaned Vanka was sent down to the back
so many gentlemen’s houses and such a lot kitchen to his grandfather, and from there to
of horses and no sheep and the dogs are not Moscow, to Alyakhin the shoemaker...
a bit fierce. The boys don’t go about with the "Come to me dear Grandad,"
star at Christmas and they don’t let you sing continued Vanka. "I beg you for Christs sake
in church and once I saw them selling fish- take me away from here. Pity me unhappy
hooks in the shop all together with the lines orphan they beat me all the time and I am
and for any fish you like very good ones and always hungry, and I am so miserable here I
there was one would hold a sheat-fish can’t tell you I cry all the time. And one day
weighing thirty pounds and I have seen the master hit me over the head with a last
shops where there are all sorts of guns just and I fell down and thought I would never get
like the master has at home they must cost rip again. I have such a miserable life worse
a hundred rubles each. And in the butchers’ than a dog’s. And I send my love to Alyona
shops there are grouse and wood-cock and one-eyed Yegor and the coachman and
hares but the people in the shop don’t say don’t give my concertina to anyone. I remain
where they were shot. your grandson Ivan Zhukov dear Grandad
"Dear Grandad when they have a do come."
Christmas tree at the big house take a gilded Vanka folded the sheet of paper in
nut for me and put it away in the green chest. four and put it into an envelope which he had
Ask Miss Olga Ignatvevna tell her it’s for bought the day before for a kopek... Then he
Vanka." paused to think, dipped his pen into the ink-
Vanka gave a sharp sigh and once pot, wrote: "To Grandfather in the village,"
more gazed at the windowpane. He scratched his head, thought again, then
remembered his grandfather going to get a added:
Christmas tree for the gentry, and taking his "TO KONSTANTIN MAKARICH"
grandson with him. Oh, what happy times Pleased that no one had prevented
those had been! Grandfather would give a him from writing, he put on his cap and ran
chuckle, and the frost-bound wood chuckled, out into the sheet without putting his coat on
and Vanka, following their example, over his shirt.
chuckled, too. Before chopping down the fir- The men at the butcher's told him,
tree, Grandfather would smoke a pipe, take when he asked them the day before, that
a long pinch of snuff, and laugh at the letters are put into letter-boxes, and from
shivering Vanka... The young fir-trees, these boxes sent all over the world on mail
coated with frost, stood motionless, waiting coaches with three horses and drunken

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drivers and jingling bells. Vanka ran as far as
the nearest letter-box and dropped his
precious letter into the slit...
An hour later, lulled by rosy hopes, he
was fast asleep... He dreamed of a stove.
On the stove-ledge sat his grandfather, his
bare feet dangling, reading the letter to the
cooks... Eel was walking backwards and
forwards in front of the stove, wagging his
tail... -1886-

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 READING LOG FOR VANKA BY ANTON CHEKOV
Complete the following reading logs. To prove your answers, quote from the
short story. Some answers and guide questions are provided in the response/answer
section but must be elaborated. You may need to read the short story more than once.

A.Practice Task 1. Form (Recurrences, Repetitions, Relationships, And

Motifs)
QUESTION ANSWER
1. What is/are the theme/s of the short story
Vanka?
2. What images, symbols, character/s, events,
etc. relate to the theme?
3. What is the significance of the title, Vanka,
to the theme of the story?
4. How would the meaning change if the story
is told by Vanka?
5. What are the actions (thoughts) and
motivations of Vanka?
6. How do they relate/contribute to the theme
of the story?
7. What is the setting and how did it influence
the actions of Vanka?
8. How is the plot narrated? How does it affect
the meaning of the story?
9. What recurrences of words, images, and
symbols do you notice?
10. What can you say about the dénouement or
ending?

Practice Task 2. Diction (Words, Imagery, And Symbol)

QUESTION ANSWER
1. What words and phrases appear more than
once? Do their meanings change with
following use? How?
2. What words suggest meanings they do not
explicitly state?
3. Do you find ambiguity ‘something that is
open for other interpretation’?
4. What are the important symbols?
5. What would they mean?

Practice Task 3. Unity

QUESTION ANSWER
1. What element(s) knit/put the story together
thus creating unity? How?

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 2. What images are extended or elaborated or
shown throughout the story? What is its
effect to the story?
3. What are the important symbols, and how
do they create unity?
The reading log was designed with inputs from Theory into Practice by Anne D. Bodie. (Bodie,
2012)

Activity 2: READ and ANALYZE

Let’s Read and Learn!
Direction: Read and understand the literary piece written by Jack London entitled, “The
Story of Keesh,” You can highlight some important details as you read the text and
answer the questions that follow.
THE STORY OF KEESH BY JACK LONDON (EXCERPT)

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 Keesh's eyes began to flash, and the blood to pound
KEESH lived long ago on the rim of the polar darkly under his skin. In the midst of the abuse, he
sea, was head man of his village through many and sprang to his feet. "Hear me, ye men!" he cried.
prosperous years, and died full of honors with his "Never shall I speak in the council again, never again
name on the lips of men. So long ago did he live that till the men come to me and say, 'It is well, Keesh,
only the old men remember his name, his name and that thou shouldst speak, it is well and it is our wish.'
the tale, which they got from the old men before Take this now, ye men, for my last word. Bok, my
them, and which the old men to come will tell to their father, was a great hunter. I, too, his son, shall go
children and their children's children down to the end and hunt the meat that I eat. And be it known, now,
of time. And the winter darkness, when the north that the division of that which I kill shall be fair. And
gales make their long sweep across the ice-pack, no widow nor weak one shall cry in the night because
and the air is filled with flying white, and no man may there is no meat, when the strong men are groaning
venture forth, is the chosen time for the telling of how in great pain for that they have eaten overmuch. And
Keesh, from the poorest IGLOO in the village, rose in the days to come there shall be shame upon the
to power and place over them all. He was a bright strong men who have eaten overmuch. I, Keesh,
boy, so the tale runs, healthy and strong, and he had have said it!" Jeers and scornful laughter followed
seen thirteen suns, in their way of reckoning time. him out of the IGLOO, but his jaw was set and he
For each winter the sun leaves the land in darkness, went his way, looking neither to right nor left.
and the next year a new sun returns so that they may The next day he went forth along the shore-
be warm again and look upon one another's faces. line where the ice and
The father of Keesh had been a very brave man, but Early next morning, however, Keesh strode
he had met his death in a time of famine, when he into the village. But he came not shamefacedly.
sought to save the lives of his people by taking the Across his shoulders he bore a burden of fresh-killed
life of a great polar bear. In his eagerness he came meat. And there was importance in his step and
to close grapples with the bear, and his bones were arrogance in his speech. "Go, ye men, with the dogs
crushed; but the bear had much meat on him and the and sledges, and take my trail for the better part of a
people were saved. Keesh was his only son, and day's travel," he said. "There is much meat on the
after that Keesh lived alone with his mother. But the ice - a she-bear and two half-grown cubs." Ikeega
people are prone to forget, and they forgot the deed was overcome with joy, but he received her
of his father; and he being but a boy, and his mother demonstrations in manlike fashion, saying: "Come,
only a woman, they, too, were swiftly forgotten, and Ikeega, let us eat. And after that I shall sleep, for I
ere long came to live in the meanest of all the am weary." And he passed into their IGLOO and ate
IGLOOS. It was at a council, one night, in the big profoundly, and after that slept for twenty running
IGLOO of Klosh-Kwan, the chief, that Keesh showed hours. There was much doubt at first, much doubt
the blood that ran in his veins and the manhood that and discussion. The killing of a polar bear is very
stiffened his back. With the dignity of an elder, he dangerous, but thrice dangerous is it, and three
rose to his feet, and waited for silence amid the times thrice, to kill a mother bear with her cubs. The
babble of voices. men could not bring themselves to believe that the
"It is true that meat be apportioned me and boy Keesh, single-handed, had accomplished so
mine," he said. "But it is ofttimes old and tough, this great a marvel. But the women spoke of the fresh-
meat, and, moreover, it has an unusual quantity of killed meat he had brought on his back, and this was
bones." The hunters, grizzled and gray, and lusty an overwhelming argument against their unbelief.
and young, were aghast. The like had never been So, they finally departed, grumbling greatly that in all
known before. A child, that talked like a grown man, probability, if the thing were so, he had neglected to
and said harsh things to their very faces! But steadily cut up the carcasses.
and with seriousness, Keesh went on. “For that I As his father had done before him, he saw to
know my father, Bok, was a great hunter, I speak it that the least old woman and the last old man
these words. It is said that Bok brought home more received a fair portion, keeping no more for himself
meat than any of the two best hunters, that with his than his needs required. And because of this, and of
own hands he attended to the division of it, that with his merit as a hunter, he was looked upon with
his own eyes he saw to it that the least old woman respect, and even awe; and there was talk of making
and the last old man received fair share." "Na! Na!" him chief after old Klosh-Kwan. Because of the
the men cried. "Put the child out!" "Send him off to things he had done, they looked for him to appear
bed!" "He is no man that he should talk to men and again in the council, but he never came, and they
graybeards!" He waited calmly till the uproar died were ashamed to ask. "I am minded to build me an
down. "Thou hast a wife, Ugh-Gluk," he said, "and IGLOO," he said one day to Klosh-Kwan and a
for her dost thou speak. And thou, too, Massuk, a number of the hunters. "It shall be a large IGLOO,
mother also, and for them dost thou speak. wherein Ikeega and I can dwell in comfort." "Ay,"
My mother has no one, save me; wherefore they nodded gravely. "But I have no time. My
I speak. As I say, though Bok be dead because he business is hunting, and it takes all my time. So, it is
hunted over-keenly, it is just that I, who am his son, but just that the men and women of the village who
and that Ikeega, who is my mother and was his wife, eat my meat should build me my IGLOO." And the
should have meat in plenty so long as there be meat IGLOO was built accordingly, on a generous scale
in plenty in the tribe. I, Keesh, the son of Bok, have which exceeded even the dwelling of Klosh-Kwan.
spoken." He sat down, his ears keenly alert to the Keesh and his mother moved into it, and it was the
flood of protest and indignation his words had first prosperity she had enjoyed since the death of
created. "That a boy should speak in council!" old Bok. Nor was material prosperity alone hers, for,
Ugh-Gluk was mumbling. "Shall the babes in arms because of her wonderful son and the position he
tell us men the things we shall do?" Massuk had given her, she came to he looked upon as the
demanded in a loud voice. "Am I a man that I should first woman in all the village; and the women were
be made a mock by every child that cries for meat?" given to visiting her, to asking her advice, and to
The anger boiled a white heat. They ordered him to quoting her wisdom when arguments arose among
bed, threatened that he should have no meat at all, themselves or with the men.
and promised him sore beatings for his presumption.
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 But it was the mystery of Keesh's marvelous this time, he was quite sick, the bear, and could crawl
hunting that took chief place in all their minds. And no farther, so Keesh came up close and speared him
one day Ugh-Gluk taxed him with witchcraft to his to death." "And then?" Klosh-Kwan demanded.
face. "It is charged," Ugh-Gluk said ominously, "that "Then we left Keesh skinning the bear, and came
thou dealest with evil spirits, wherefore thy hunting running that the news of the killing might be told."
is rewarded." "Is not the meat good?" Keesh made And in the afternoon of that day the women hauled
answer. "Has one in the village yet to fall sick from in the meat of the bear while the men sat in council
the eating of it? How dost thou know that witchcraft assembled. When Keesh arrived, a messenger was
be concerned? Or dost thou guess, in the dark, sent to him, bidding him come to the council. But he
merely because of the envy that consumes thee?" sent reply, saying that he was hungry and tired; also,
And Ugh-Gluk withdrew discomfited, the women that his IGLOO was large and comfortable and could
laughing at him as he walked away. But in the hold many men. And curiosity was so strong on the
council one night, after long deliberation, it was men that the whole council, Klosh-Kwan to the fore,
determined to put spies on his track when he went rose up and went to the IGLOO of Keesh. He was
forth to hunt, so that his methods might be learned. eating, but he received them with respect and seated
So, on his next trip, Bim and Bawn, two young men, them according to their rank. Ikeega was proud and
and of hunters the craftiest, followed after him, taking embarrassed by turns, but Keesh was quite
care not to be seen. composed. Klosh-Kwan recited the information
After five days they returned, their eyes brought by Bim and Bawn, and at its close said in a
bulging and their tongues a- tremble to tell what they stern voice: "So explanation is wanted, O Keesh, of
had seen. The council was hastily called in Klosh- thy manner of hunting. Is there witchcraft in it?"
Kwan's dwelling, and Bim took up the tale. "Brothers! Keesh looked up and smiled. "Nay, O Klosh-Kwan.
As commanded, we journeyed on the trail of Keesh, It is not for a boy to know aught of witches, and of
and cunningly we journeyed, so that he might not witches I know nothing. I have but devised a means
know. And midway of the first day he picked up with whereby I may kill the ice-bear with ease, that is all.
a great he-bear. It was a very great bear." "None It is head craft, not witchcraft." "And may any man?"
greater," Bawn corroborated, and went on himself. "Any man." There was a long silence. The men
“Yet was the bear not inclined to fight, for he turned looked in one another's faces, and Keesh went on
away and made off slowly over the ice. This we saw eating. "And . . . and . . . and wilt thou tell us, O
from the rocks of the shore, and the bear came Keesh?" Klosh-Kwan finally asked in a tremulous
toward us, and after him came Keesh, very much voice. "Yea, I will tell thee." Keesh finished sucking
unafraid. And he shouted harsh words after the bear, a marrow-bone and rose to his feet. "It is quite
and waved his arms about, and made much noise. simple. Behold!" He picked up a thin strip of
Then did the bear grow angry, and rise up on his hind whalebone and showed it to them. The ends were
legs, and growl. But Keesh walked right up to the sharp as needle-points. The strip he coiled carefully,
bear." "Ay," Bim continued the story. "Right up to the till it disappeared in his hand. Then, suddenly
bear Keesh walked. And the bear took after him, and releasing it, it sprang straight again. He picked up a
Keesh ran away. But as he ran, he dropped a little piece of blubber. "So," he said, "one takes a small
round ball on the ice. And the bear stopped and chunk of blubber, thus, and thus makes it hollow.
smelled of it, then swallowed it up. And Keesh Then into the hollow goes the whalebone,
continued to run away and drop little round balls, and so, tightly coiled, and another piece of blubber is
the bear continued to swallow them up." fitted over the whale-bone. After that it is put outside
Exclamations and cries of doubt were being made, where it freezes into a little round ball. The bear
and Ugh-Gluk expressed open unbelief. "With our swallows the little round ball, the blubber melts, the
own eyes we saw it," Bim affirmed. And Bawn - "Ay, whalebone with its sharp ends stands out straight,
with our own eyes. And this continued until the bear the bear gets sick, and when the bear is very sick,
stood suddenly upright and cried aloud in pain, and why, you kill him with a spear. It is quite simple." And
thrashed his fore paws madly about. And Keesh Ugh-Gluk said "Oh!" and Klosh-Kwan said "Ah!" And
continued to make off over the ice to a safe distance. each said something after his own manner, and all
But the bear gave him no notice, being occupied with understood. And this is the story of Keesh, who lived
the misfortune the little round balls had wrought long ago on the rim of the polar sea. Because he
within him." "Ay, within him," Bim interrupted. "For he exercised head craft and not witchcraft, he rose from
did claw at himself, and leap about over the ice like the meanest IGLOO to be head man of his village,
a playful puppy, save from the way he growled and and through all the years that he lived, it is related,
squealed it was plain it was not play but pain. Never his tribe was prosperous, and neither widow nor
did I see such a sight!" "Nay, never was such a sight weak one cried aloud in the night because there was
seen," Bawn took up the strain. "And furthermore, it no meat.
was such a large bear." "Witchcraft," Ugh-Gluk Source:https://www.sapili.org/subirdepois/en/ln000470.pdf
suggested. "I know not," Bawn replied. "I tell only of
what my eyes beheld.
And after a while the bear grew weak and
tired, for he was very heavy and he had jumped
about with exceeding violence, and he went off along
the shore-ice, shaking his head slowly from side to
side and sitting down ever and again to squeal and
cry. And Keesh followed after the bear, and we
followed after Keesh, and for that day and three days
more we followed. The bear grew weak, and never
ceased crying from his pain." "It was a charm!" Ugh-
Gluk exclaimed. "Surely it was a charm!" "It may well
be." And Bim relieved Bawn. "The bear wandered,
now this way and now that, doubling back and forth
and crossing his trail in circles, so that at the end he
was near where Keesh had first come upon him. By
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Practice Task 1. Figure it out! The persona’s attitude towards the subject can be gleaned
from the quality of the language the writer used. This is called the tone which can either be
formal or informal, serious or light. In most cases, the words reveal the speaker’s feeling and
attitude in life. Writers may employ imagery or figurative language to name some (literary
devices/ technique) in bringing about the message to the readers.

1. Who are the characters in the story? 2. How do you characterize each of them?
______________________________ __________________________________
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3. What is the author’s attitude to the 4. Describe the author’s choice of words and
the focal hero and his countrymen? General tone of the story?
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5. What do you think is the purpose 6. What moral value, message or theme of
the author in writing this story? Did you learn from the story?
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ACTIVITY 3. Quick Writes. Direction: Using the Marxist’s lens and its literary questions as your
guide, be able to critique the story written by Jack London. You can also point out its strengths,
weakness and highlights. You may use the sample critique given below as your guide

Sample Critique
Lee, published by Crime Factory
Posted in Short Story Reviews, tagged Cameron Ashley, Crime Factory, Eric Beetner, fiction, Lee Marvin, publishing,
reading, short story. The Dirty Dozen, writing on May 28, 2013
I recently finished a fiction anthology called, Lee. The book features seventeen short stories, all written by crime writers,
and inspired by Lee Marvin – his life, his movies. The stories flow in chronological order with the first taking place in 1944 and
the last in 1987, just after Lee died. Frankly, I thought the concept was a little goofy, and I didn’t really expect the book to be that
good. I bought it only because its publisher, Crime Factory, had published two of my short stories. I liked what they’d done in
their journal, and figured I’d check out what else they’ve brought to the world.
I’m happy to admit that I was very wrong. Not only is every story in the collection really good, but it turns out that the
concept really worked. In a word, the book rocks! It was fun to see how the different authors tackled the task of writing a Lee
Marvin – inspired story. I particularly liked the stories: “1966: Just Swell,” Cameroon Ashley; “1967: The Gun Hunter,” Eric
Beetner. Beetner’s novel The Devil Doesn’t Want Me has now moved up to number three on my reading list, which hopefully
means I’ll get to it in June. I feel good that in my own little way I’m associated with these writers, at least tangentially.
Finishing Lee has also made me more interested in Lee Marvin’s movies. I watched The Man Who Shot Liberty Valence
during a film class in college and was blown away by his performance, but I don’t think I’d seen another one of his movies. And
I consider myself something of an old film buff. I took a step toward correcting this oversight last night by watching the Dirty
Dozen – awesome!
- CC Roy Jacob
Posted by Abdulat 8/10/2008 12:46:00 PM
Source: English 10 OHSP Learner’s manual page 228

Marxist Criticism on The Story of Keesh By Jack London

The story talks about ____________________________________________________________________

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The relevant features of Marxism present in the story are _____________________________________
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IV. REFLECTION

In a short bond paper, answer the following questions.

Note: You can be creative in doing this, but make sure to follow the format given below.

V. REFERENCES

 Columbres, C. (2020) English – Grade 10 Alternative Delivery Mode “Quarter 3 –

Module 5: Literary Selection Critique based on Specific Approaches” First Edition, 2020
 Learning Activity Sheet In English 10 Worksheet No. 4.1 Quarter 3 by Department of
Education Albay Division LAS Writers
 Wordsworth, William. My Heart Leaps Up. Accessed at
https://www.shortpoems.org/poets/william-
wordsworth/#:~:text=I%20Wandered%20Lonely%20as%20a%20Cloud&text=When%20
all%20at%20once%20I,and%20dancing%20in%20the%20breeze

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