I would have to say that so far this is the best story I have read about in this class. That is because it’s orobably the one I understand and can interpret the most. I say this because just like Sonny, music is my getaway. It helps me forget all the things I’m going through or have been going through. At times people criticize me for singing or wanting to sing and it makes me very uncomfortable, even pushes me away from it. That is what makes me connect to Sonny in the story. I feel like the story portrayed Sonny as the lost one. The one that needed saving but in the end I came to the realization that it was his brother that needed saving. Sonny knew that he needed in order to get better, he knew his problem, he had accepted his fears but his brother, on the contrary did not. His brother thought his whole life was put together because he was able to escape the community. I kept asking myself, did he really escape that community though? The fear of the effects of the community was still in him, the hurt of not being there for his brother was still a burden on him. That conflict is was interested me in this text. When you first read the story you would thing everything is about getting Sonny in the right mindset, fixing his life, and all that but I think on a deeper level of understanding, the narrator was the one who needed fixing.
I would have to say that throughout the passage the narrator did seem a bit crazy but as I went on I began to get a better understanding of what she was feeling. When we had the dis us sign in class, we came to an understanding that she expressed, in many ways, how she felt trapped by her husband, brother, and doctor. This intrigued me the most because it brought me to my own self and the things I deal with in my culture. Even through the narrator was trapped by her sickness, I can connect with her because I believe I am trapped by the traditional practices in my culture. For instance, it seems as if the male figures in the text were the ones dictating and deciding what was best for her and she had no say because of whatever was going on with her. In my tradition, when men speak or tell you to do something it is only proper for a woman to obey everything they say, even when we don’t agree. At times it could be frustrating, like how this narrator felt but deep within ourselves we obtain an understanding that we can’t do anything about things like that.