Rose for Emily

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“A Rose For Emily”, “Tell Tale Heart”, and “My Last Duchess”, are all narratives with the theme of madness and murder. Each narrator’s point of view shapes their story. “A Rose For Emily” is told from an outside point of view while, in contrast, “Tell Tale Heart” and “My Last Duchess” are both told by a participant in the story. The point of view a story is told from can greatly impact what the reader believes. In each narrative, the narrator’s motivation to tell the tale influences how the tale is told. The narrator in “A Rose For Emily” influences themes of madness, murder, and isolation by telling the narrative through the gossip of the townspeople. The narrator’s third person point of view tells us that the narrator is a nonparticipant in the narrative. The narrator tells the story from outside, making it an objective point of view. The narrator reveals little to the reader about one’s self but instead gives the reader a feel that it is the whole town telling the story. For example, in part IV the narrator switches to first person and states things like “So she had blood-kin under her roof again and we sat back to watch developments.” (Faulkner 45). With little information about the narrator it is hard to tell what the motivation behind telling the narrative is. It seems as if it is the gossip in the small town that motivates the narrator to tell the narrative. The “Tell Tale Heart” by Edgar Allen Poe is an interestingly told narrative told by a narrator that seems to be crazy. The “Tell Tale Heart” is told in first person and the narrator is a participant in the story. This factor influences the story and how it is told. As the narrator tells the story he speaks as if his thoughts and actions are normal but the reader can clearly see that the man is truly mad. For example, the narrator states “One of his eyes resembled that of a vulture- a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees- very gradually- I...
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