6 short pages of An Imperial Affliction, the book read by Ha ebook, PDF Download, 6 pages. Published See all 42 questions about An Imperial Affliction. The war with the Reapers is over. Yet from the ashes a new threat emerges from the edge of the galaxy. Shepard is saved from the ruins of the. John Green was once a little evasive when it comes to the question of whether or not An Imperial Affliction, by Peter Van Houten — the book.
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Green is able to portray the true picture of tragic lovers through his personal experience with the cancer patients. Esther died in of cancer but not before acquainting Green with the trials and tribulations, gnawing at the heart of a cancer patient.
Green follows a style of an omniscient narrator, and makes Hazel and Esther the mouthpiece of his first hand experience of the travesty of the cancer patients.
By making Hazel the central narrator, Green deals very effectively with the theme of mortality of the young adults in America. The novel has universal connotations as it depicts the picture of the cancer patients all over the world.
Chapter one introduces us to the main characters: Hazel, Augustus, Patrick and The readers feel intrigued not only by their tenacity, their acceptance of mortality, but also by the exuberance elicited by the characters-Hazel and Augustus, however ephemeral their livers are, Hazel, the central narrator and the protagonist, is a sixteen-year-old girl, suffering from a terminal form of thyroid cancer for the last three years.
Cancer has spread to her lungs, and she is confined to breathe through the four walls of an oxygen cylinder. Green makes use of a powerful visual image by showing how she has to drag the oxygen cylinder round the clock. The image of her carrying the cylinder makes the reader aware of her imminent mortality, wherein she can burst like a bubble of oxygen any moment. Hazel is a conscientious girl, far mature for her tender years. She is aware of her impending death, and this is the reason she has confined herself to her parents and her home.
She knows the pain the death of a beloved causes to the parents and other concerned ones. She is determined not to scar the lives of others by her death, and keeps herself aloof and alienated from others.
Green makes use of another visual image to show how the persistently gnawing sense of mortality has got the better of Hazel. The novel has captivated her as it deals with the mortality of a young girl, Anna, who is also a cancer patient. Although the character of Anna is only a sub plot, it further pokes into the theme of mortality, wherein the reader can draw a parallel between the characters of Hazel and Anna. Hazel is enthralled as well as deluded by the novel, since the novel ends mid sentence.
Hazel is bent upon discovering the fate of Anna's parents after the girl dies. The main reason she hankers for learning the end of this incomplete novel can be connected with her own fate.
Of course as expected, it is filled to the brim with tulips. All different colors combine together. The word I would use to describe the garden is vibrant. You simply can't look away from it. I'll admit, it is very nice to look at, and my mother did put her blood, sweat, and tears into her gardening. That doesn't mean she isn't crazy, she still is. A love for flowers is simple, a crazed love for tulips is out of hand. Nothing is planted in our garden other than tulips, so it could get pretty sickening after a while.
The scent of them aren't too pleasant either. Exposing yourself to them for too long could cause a headache. I should know since my own personal experience with my mother's garden included a pounding migraine. I open the slider door, and take a step out. The wooden deck feels warm underneath my feet. I carefully tiptoe around it, since I'm somewhat paranoid I'll get a splinter in my foot. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to step outside barefoot, but I don't think too far in advance.
I could say that for my whole life, since I wasn't expecting cancer to knock me right off my feet, but that could be said for anything. I found my mother sitting next to her tulip flowerbed. She was on her knees, sitting on top of a mat so her pant legs won't become filthy with mud. Her enormous hat was covering her eyes, so the sun wouldn't disrupt her. Although, my mother's eyes aren't what they used to be.
Something happened to them when she was younger, leaving her blind in one eye. She never goes into full detail since she becomes afflicted with pain.
I understand her reasoning for not telling me the whole story.
Something's aren't meant to be delved into. You shouldn't force yourself into pried knowledge. My mother looks up for a brief second to take in a breath when she sees my figure standing in front of her. She flinched, but quickly recovered and collects her thoughts. She gives me a smile and takes off her gardening gloves.
I was going to say, why not spend sometime outside? It will be good for you.
You can't help but become attracted to it. Much like the tulip garden.
My eyes narrow down at the flower bed she's been working at. Next to the wooden crate, I see a packet of unopened flower seeds. My mother noticed my silence and she became concerned. She tries to follow my line of sight, but can't seem to make out what I'm looking at. What do you mean? Oh- you mean these? She bends down and picks up the unknown flower packet. It's revealed that they are roses. They were in the same row as the tulip bulbs, so I couldn't have known.
She brushes it off like it's nothing. No, silly, I'm not going to plant these. I'll probably take them back tomorrow. I have no need for roses. The thorns always make me feel uneasy. Like I might prick myself by accident. If you desire to know more about An Imperial Affliction and its story and themes, you can read up on that here. Look at it, Rising up and rising down, taking everything with it.
That one read: Sure, yeah. I mean: Happily, I am not an alcoholic. Sadly, I do not have an assistant, let alone a beautiful Dutch assistant.
I am not particularly reclusive.
I hope that I do not use pomposity and pretension to shield myself from trauma.