Thursday, March 25, 2010

"Murder on the Orient Express"

Murder on the Orient Express is a work of detective fiction by British writer Agatha Christie featuring the Belgian detective Hercule Poirot.

It was first published in the United Kingdom on January 1, 1934 and in the US later in the same year under the title of Murder in the Calais Coach. The UK edition retailed at seven shillings and sixpence and the US edition at $2.00.


A little background on Agatha Christie...

Agatha Mary Clarissa Miller Christie Mallowan was born on September 15 in 1890 at a house called Ashfield on the outskirts of Torquay, Devon. She was the youngest of three children. Her father Frederick Alvah Miller was an American and her mother Clara Boehmer was English.

Their income was said to be derived "from a business in New York." It was a business that seemed to flourish without any personal attention from Frederick. Her father was also a president of the Tourqay Cricket Club.

Agatha spent her childhood at Ashfield, a Victorian villa, which she adored and which had a very strong influence on her life. She didn't go to school but was educated at home. She was a bright child, who taught herself to read by the age of five. She liked reading and she also took piano, singing, dancing, and tennis lessons. Then, when she was only 11, her father died.


At the age of sixteen she was sent to Paris where she studied singing and piano. She considered becoming a professional opera singer but her voice was not strong enough. She also she considered becoming a concert pianist but her music master told her that she was too nervous to be able to play in public. Nevertheless she continued to play privately at Greenway House and elsewhere.

After finishing school, Agatha spent three months in Egypt with her mother. When she returned to England in 1912 she met Colonel Lieutenant Archibald Christie and they married on Christmas Eve in 1914, at the beginning of World War I. He went straight off to the war and Agatha worked in the dispensary of a Red Cross hospital in Torquay. There she learned about chemicals and poisons, which proved very useful to her in her later career.

After a long time Archibald returned home and on August 5 in 1919 their daughter Rosalind was born. But the marriage was unhappy. It didn't last because Archie had fallen in love with another woman and so he asked for a divorce in 1926. The same year her mother died.

Soonafter, Agatha went missing for 11 days and was eventually found in a hotel in Harrogate, in the North of England under an alias. Her disappearance is still a mystery.

Agatha later found happiness with her marriage to Max Mallowan on September 11th in 1930. He was an archaeologist who she met on her travels. She later often assisted her husband on excavations in Syria and Iraq. She later often told: "An archaeologist is the best husband any woman can have. The older she gets, the more interested he is in her."

Agatha Christie became president of the British Detection Club and in 1971 she was made a Dame of the British Empire. Max also received a knighthood in 1968 which gave them the titles of Sir Max and Lady Mallowan - also Dame Agatha Christie. She died on January 12th in 1976 and two years later her second husband Max Mallowan died.

A little background on the Orient Express...

THE ROUTE: The Orient Express route has changed numerous times, but it is best known for its run between Istanbul and Paris. Throughout the years, this luxurious railroad route has served as an important connector between Europe's major cities. It has also served as the backdrop for many films and novels, most notably Agatha Christie's Murder on the Orient Express.
The original Orient Express route, which first ran on October 4, 1883, was from Gare de l'Est, Paris, to Giurgiu in Romania, via Munich and Vienna.

In its 1930s heyday the train company ran three parallel services: the Orient Express, the Simplon Orient Express, and the Arlberg Orient Express. The services were all variations of the same route, with the differences being stops along the way and final destinations. In June 2007, the 5:17 pm Orient Express route from Paris to Vienna ceased operation and was consigned to railway history. Nick Pigott, editor of Railway Magazine remarked, "The Orient Express name has become a byword for luxury and intrigue and adventure."

PHOTOS OF THE ORIENT EXPRESS











Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Wednesday March 23, 2010

You are finishing up your literary element powerpoints today. Tomorrow you will present them in class.

In summary: You should have the following.
1. Title slide, with story title, author and your name at the bottom, as well as a thematic image.
2. slide reading "character", with a photo symbolically or literary representing one of the characters. Important: you must have a textual quote at the bottom that describes the character's physical or emotional state or an action.
3. slide reading setting; image; quote
4. slide reading tone; image; quote
5. slide reading theme; image; quote

Friday, March 19, 2010

Friday March 18, 2010


We are reading the short story Marigolds in class. Our focus is on literary elements. We'll be working in the lab next Tuesday and Wednesday on powerpoints, which will be presented on Thursday.
YOU WILL NEED YOUR THUMB / JUMP DRIVE NEXT WEEK.


vocabulary packet due MONDAY!

If you loose your story or are absent, here is a copy!

MarigoldsBy Eugenia W. Collier
When I think of the hometown of my youth, all
that I seem to remember is dust—the brown, crumbly
dust of late summer—arid, sterile dust that gets into
the eyes and makes them water, gets into the throat
and between the toes of bare brown feet. I don’t know
why I should remember only the dust. Surely there
must have been lush green lawns and paved streets
under leafy shade trees somewhere in town; but
memory is an abstract painting—it does not present
things as they are, but rather as they feel. And so,
when I think of that time and that place, I remember
only the dry September of the dirt roads and grassless
yards of the shantytown where I lived. And one other
thing I remember, another incongruency of
memory—a brilliant splash of sunny yellow against the
dust—Miss Lottie’s marigolds.
Whenever the memory of those marigolds
flashes across my mind, a strange nostalgia comes
with it and remains long after the picture has faded. I
feel again the chaotic emotions of adolescence,
illusive as smoke, yet as real as the potted geranium
before me now. Joy and rage and wild animal
gladness and shame become tangled together in the
multicolored skein of fourteen-going-on-fifteen as I
recall that devastating moment when I was suddenly
more woman than child, years ago in Miss Lottie’s
yard. I think of those marigolds at the strangest times; I
remember them vividly now as I desperately pass
away the time.
I suppose that futile waiting was the sorrowful
background music of our impoverished little
community when I was young. The Depression that
gripped the nation was no new thing to us, for the
black workers of rural Maryland had always been
depressed. I don’t know what it was that we were
waiting for; certainly not for the prosperity that was
“just around the corner,” for those were white folks’
words, which we never believed. Nor did we wait for
hard work and thrift to pay off in shining success, as
the American Dream promised, for we knew better
than that, too. Perhaps we waited for a miracle,
amorphous in concept but necessary if one were to
have the grit to rise before dawn each day and labor in
the white man’s vineyard until after dark, or to wander
about in the September dust offering one’s sweat in
return for some meager share of bread. But God was
chary with miracles in those days, and so we
waited—and waited.
We children, of course, were only vaguely
aware of the extent of our poverty. Having no radios,
few newspapers, and no magazines, we were
somewhat unaware of the world outside our
community. Nowadays we would be called culturally
deprived and people would write books and hold
conferences about us. In those days everybody we
knew was just as hungry and ill clad as we were.
Poverty was the cage in which we all were trapped,
and our hatred of it was still the vague, undirected
restlessness of the zoo-bred flamingo who knows that
nature created him to fly free.
incongruency: inconsistency; lack of agreement or
harmony
multicolored skein: The writer is comparing her many
feelings to a skein, or long coiled piece of many
colored yarn.
amorphous: vague, shapeless.
chary: not generous.
As I think of those days I feel most poignantly
the tag end of summer, the bright, dry times when we
began to have a sense of shortening days and the
imminence of the cold.
By the time I was fourteen, my brother Joey
and I were the only children left at our house, the older
ones having left home for early marriage or the lure of
the city, and the two babies having been sent to
relatives who might care for them better than we. Joey
was three years younger than I, and a boy, and
therefore vastly inferior. Each morning our mother and
father trudged wearily down the dirt road and around
the bend, she to her domestic job, he to his daily
unsuccessful quest for work. After our few chores
around the tumbledown shanty, Joey and I were free
to run wild in the sun with other children similarly
situated.
For the most part, those days are ill-defined in
my memory,

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Thursday March 18, 2010


Well done, folks on the Antigone assessments.


In class today you are beginning a vocabulary packet with several exercises that use the words in various methods. What is not completed in class, is homework. This is due Monday 22 March.
Tomorrow we are beginning the short story Marigold. Our focus is on literary elements.

Friday, March 12, 2010

Friday March 12, 2010

Vocabulary quiz on the second Antigone list.
Homework: writing prompt on A Place I'd Like to Visit. This should be approximately 150-200 words. Due Monday.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Thursday March 11, 2010




The following are the questions you will be responsible for in class.




Antigone questions

1. What does Creon say is the worst of evils?



2. Creon does not think older men should take advice from younger ones. What is his son Haemon’s response to this/



3. What does Haemon mean when he says, “no city …belongs to one man?”



4. What does Creon decide to do with Antigone?



5. What advice does Teiresias give Creon?



6. How does Haemon die?



7. How does Antigone die?



8. What happened to Creon’s wife Eurydice?

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Tuesday March 9, 2010

Today and tomorrow we are in the third floor lab writing. See assignment below.
English I writing assignment: DUE WEDNESDAY MARCH 10
The heart of Antigone is a moral dilemma (a problem where there is no good solution). The dilemma in the play requires a difficult choice between law and conscience, law and religious beliefs and law and loyalty to a friend or family member. In a well-written essay, write about a moral dilemma that you have had or observed. What were the conflicts? choices? options? What were the potential short and long term outcomes? DO NOT SOLVE THE PROBLEM.
Begin with an MLA heading.
Your name
Instructor’s name
Antigone Essay
10 March 2010
Start your essay as follows:
One of the themes in Sophocles’ play Antigone concerns the moral dilemma of (at this point, insert your topic). Similarly, this conflict can be observed in my own life. (you will now relate this situation in detail. Use vivid imagery and details.