Reality.......some of us love to embrace it while others fear of what it
really means. Taking hold of one's reality can be scary; it can be full of
unknowns, regrets, and unwanted uncertainty. Our pasts have helped to mold us
into the beings that we are today, however, previous actions may not make some
as excited to grip reality by the hands as others. The poem "The Love Song
of J. Alfred Prufrock", by T.S. Elliot, and the novel
Winesburg, Ohio,
by Sherwood Anderson, intertwine with one another more than one may think based
on the fact that they both shed light on a central theme: reality is the
universal fear. Some fear reality to the point where they’re afraid to wake up
(allusions of that can be found in T.S. Elliot’s poem) while others simply hide
behind their "truth" in life due to the fact that its actual meaning
may not be one that they were expecting. Whatever the reason, these pieces of
literature help shed light on the idea that one's reality can haunt them if
they don’t accept it for what it is and push to move past it.
So these two pieces of literature are obviously similar in there theme, but
the way they portray this certain idea is what makes them so special. In T.S.
Elliot's poem, the speaker is an old man, and alas, the same goes for Sherwood
Anderson's modern novel. The speaker of Elliot's poem even describes himself as
someone "with a bald spot in the middle of [his] hair", similar to
Winesburg,
Ohio, where
the very first line of the novel describes the main
character as "an old man, with a white mustache" (Anderson 3). The
idea of these old men being the speaker of these works gives the writings a nostalgic
feeling; their introductions set the tone for the rest of the novel and make
one feel as if everything they’re saying/talking about is meant to be heard as
some sort of a reflection about the many years of their existence. The writings
also both make allusions to women being some form of beauty that they cannot
blame for any of the doings that may have been previously done onto them;
Elliot's speaker asks the question "is it perfume from a dress that makes
me so digress?" while Anderson's speaker states that "the grotesques
were not all horrible. Some were amusing, some almost beautiful, and one, a
woman all drawn out of shape, hurt the old man by her grotesqueness" (Anderson
5). The reference to woman within these two writings sheds light on the idea of
women being the central root of their internal struggles; the battle to decide
whether women are a distraction keeping them from what they hope to accomplish
or if they're what may have helped guide them throughout their life time is
apparent and makes one question the nature of women. Each piece of writing also
gives various descriptions of imagery that help make their reflections clear
and analytical. Elliot's speaker begins to turn to the allusions of sirens and
"human voices [waking him], and he drowns" making one question
whether or not he himself is in nightmare (or maybe even lucid dreaming,
there's so many different scenarios that fit....) and the idea of waking up to
the less than satisfactory reality he's created for himself makes him fearful.
Anderson's old man finds some form of pleasure in looking out the windows of
his bedroom, and when his bed breaks, leaving him unable to participate in this
activity, he becomes upset; his passion for looking out his window almost
relates to him looking out into the life that was in front of him, allowing the
imagery and citizens down below to help him feel as if he's regained his youth
for that moment so that he can reflect on everything he's accomplished once
more.
"The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" and
Winesburg, Ohio
relate to one another in sense that focus on the idea of internal reflection
and internal shifts, whether they be positive or negative. The fear of the
reality these old men have come to face makes clear of the idea that sometimes
the life we are living is not the one we had always wanted and that eventually
it may be easier to live out our deepest desires through dreams or strong
moments of lucid reflection. Ya feel me?