The Limits between Fiction and Reality in The Truman Show

Hello there!

This place has been abandoned for a really long time. I honestly feel awful about it. I had (and still have) numerous ideas to write about books, perhaps even movies, but I can’t seemingly find the time or the motivation. One can only hope I will actually do it – preferably sooner than later.

Just for the sake of publishing something, and since I already uploaded a literature essay to the blog anyway, I’m going to leave here my portion of a group essay we recently did for my “Cinema and Literature in the English Language” class. This is not the whole project, just the second part, which is the one I wrote. We chose to explore the topic of fiction and reality through four different movies (The Purple Rose of Cairo, The Truman Show, Matrix and Birdman) and literary references that deal with this dichotomy, how the lines that separate both concepts are sometimes blurred.

(Once more, I won’t take kindly if someone copies this and presents it as his/hers in a blatant act of disrespectfulness and plagiarism. I already warned you.)

 

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Heathcliff: Love, Hate and Revenge (an essay on Wuthering Heights)

How to inaugurate the blog? I wondered. One of the circumstances that pushed me to create it was my enthusiasm towards literature. Books were always a passion of mine but, for some reason, after finishing high school I did not read as much as I used to before. However, these last two years of studying British works properly have awakened that fire again (thank you, Shakespeare). I had serious doubts regarding whether my knowledge and my writing skills would be sufficient for the task, but this morning I received the grade for an essay about Wuthering Heights and, well, let’s say that an A+ encourages anyone. Although I did want to share it from the very beginning (since my Twitter timeline has been hearing about the goddamn essay nonstop for weeks), it makes me feel somewhat self-conscious. This is the first and only essay I have ever written. I seriously doubt it is good enough as to receive such a high grade, but I poured a lot of effort into it (and re-wrote it at least fifteen times), so I would like to thing it is rather decent.

Before you continue reading, it would be wise for me explain that this story touched me in a very personal (even incomprehensible) way, as you will be able to read in a review about the book in another post. The original premise for the essay was to somehow condemn Heathcliff’s blind vengeance but, as I reached the end of the book and started writing the first draft for the assignment, my animosity turned into downright empathy and the theme of the essay turned into a deep exploration of the protagonist’s emotions and intentions – and of his love for Catherine. The full explanation behind my personal view will be found in the future review, anyway.

I would like to remind the readers that you can’t in any way plagiarise my work. If that happens, I will find out and the consequences won’t be pretty. (Read that with Liam Neeson’s voice.)

Without further ado, here you go:
(Beware sensitive people: tons of feelings and spoilers.)



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