The Joy Luck Club :: essays research papers

Please refer to the book, The Joy Luck Club by Amy Tan. Turn to rogue 35(for those with the red cover version by the serial publication editor, Judith Baxter) and refer to the story Scar. Extract I was sitting at the top of the stairs when she arrived. I knew it was my get under ones skinShe cried with a wailing articulate that was so sad. And then I remembered the dream with my mothers voice. (till page 37)Question 1 EXPLAIN CLEARLY WHAT FEELINGS IN THIS PASSAGE AROUSES IN YOU TOWARDS AN-MEI AND HER MOTHER. YOU SHOULD REFER CLOSELY TO THE EXTRACT IN SUPPORT OF YOUR ANSWER.I am saddened by the relationship between An-mei and her mother. I knew it was my mother even though I had not seen her in all(a) my memory, this shows us that, notwithstanding being mother and daughter, they did not have the opportunity to establish a close bond. An-mei had no memories of her mother, even though she knew it was my mother. An-meis mother is foreign and strange to her as her mother looked str ange too, like the missionary ladies at our school, who were insolent and bossy in their too-tall shoes, foreign clothes, and short hairsbreadth.I am touched by An-meis mothers perseverance and determination to go to her dying mother. An-meis aunt quick looked away, did not call her by name and offer her tea, which is the Chinese traditional way of treating visitors. Even the servant looked down on her as she hurried away with a displeased look. in spite of the aunts protest, Too late, too late, it did not breaker point my mother. In spite of the humiliation and disrespect given by the aunt and servant, An-meis mother did not leave as she tolerated all this for the sake of Popo, her own mother.I feel sorry for An-mei as her discernment has been greatly influenced by her granny. She observed her mother and saw that she had a extensive white neck, just like the goose that had laid me (one of her grandmothers stories). She knew she was the girl whose belly held a colourless wi nter melon vine. Popo told me not to speak her name, thus An-mei stood there, mute, not brazen-faced to address her mother. This is pitiful of An-mei as she does not deserve this treatment from her grandmother, devising her confused and hesitant towards her mother. I have pity for An-mei as she did not look for fear my head would burst and my brains would dribble out of my ears, affright as she laid in her mothers arms.