Thursday, April 15, 2010

"A Worn Path", by Eudora Welty


Eudora Welty was a short-story and novel writer from Jackson Mississippi. Welty was a member of the Fellowship of Southern Writers founded in 1987. Not only was Welty a great author, but she was a great photographer as well. Her photos sometimes inspired her writing, and you can really connect many of them together. The story I would like to address by Welty is called "A Worn Path". This short story is about a woman named Phoenix Jackson. Phoenix is on a journey to town through the woods in order to get medicine for her grandson. The walk through the woods is so amazing, because it truly shows you what kind of person she is. We are able to hear her thoughts and see her actions, yet we are also able to see her from a distance in the text. The literature flows in a way that describes exactly what she looks like, poor and old, but extremely determined. Phoenix meets a boy along the walk, who has a gun because he is hunting. He points the gun at her, but she makes no reaction. "Doesn't the gun scare you?", "No, Sir, I seen plenty go off closer by, in my day, and for less than what I done". Here, we see that Phoenix had been through something in her life that was not enjoyable. She had a hard background, which made her the tough person she is. The grotesque part of the story would be the way she is pictured in our minds. Her clothes are tattered, she is very old, and very poor. It gives us a perception of her, which is what is meant to happen. Eventually, Phoenix gets the medicine she was after in the first place. One question that has been raised about this story is whether or not the grandson really exists. He had swallowed lye a few years back, and from what Phoenix says his throat needs constant medicine so that he can stay alive. However, certain things in the story hent to the fact that maybe he has been gone for a long time, and Phoenix continues the journey for self peace and happiness. She still believes her grandson is alive.

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