The Smart Response For The Literary Analysis Task

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The Smart Response For The Literary Analysis Task

          CHOICE 1: 

          Mark Twain has an inimitable style. He uses comedy in his works, but they are often undermined by a darkness and depth of seriousness which gives the reader mixed feelings about what they are reading. Twain has several distinct stylistic traits. One of them is his excellent and frequent use of dialect. I have noticed that in most of his stories, he gives his characters a dialect based on where the story is taking place, or where they are from. Twain puts a lot of funny observations and humorous elements in his writing. From what I have picked up, Roughing It seems to be a travel log, and a semi-autobiographical book, with a humorous depiction of his experiences traveling west. It contains adventure, intermingled with quotes showcasing Twain's observations and wit. When Twain describes the west, it makes the reader feel as if he has personally been there, and visited the area. His explanations contain a large amount of details, which adds an interesting theme to the story, but takes sometimes can take away the full attention of young readers. In the story, Twain uses a mature sense of humor, which, if analyzed could be understood by a young reader. Roughing It also includes an interesting choice of words, and advanced vocabulary. I noticed that Twain used comedy to undermine the darkness and depth of the murder that was comitted by the "desperado", and instead turned the situation into a tale of hilarity and luck.

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