The Joy Luck Club :: essays research papers

Please refer to the book, The Joy Luck Club by Amy Tan. Turn to page 35(for those with the red cover version by the series 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 motherShe cried with a wailing fathom 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 occupy 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 notwithstanding though I had non seen her in all my memory, this shows us that, despite being mother and daughter, they did not hire 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 strange too, like the missionar y ladies at our school, who were insolent and bossy in their too-tall shoes, foreign clothes, and short hair.I am touched by An-meis mothers perseverance and determination to go to her dying mother. An-meis aunt quickly looked away, did not call her by shape and offer her tea, which is the Chinese traditional way of treating visitors. Even the servant looked tweak on her as she hurried away with a displeased look. Despite the aunts protest, Too late, too late, it did not parry 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 mind has been greatly influenced by her grandmother. She observed her mother and saw that she had a long white spot, just like the goose that had laid me (one of her grandmothers stories). She knew she was the girl whose belly held a colourless winter melon. Popo told me not to speak her name, thus A n-mei stood there, mute, not daring to address her mother. This is pitiful of An-mei as she does not deserve this treatment from her grandmother, making 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, scared as she laid in her mothers arms.