An interesting aspect of the story is the ordinariness and
everyday reality of the angel. He is old, dirty, smelly, threadbare, disgusting, and
subject to illness (he gets chicken pox at the same time as the boy [paragraph 11]).
Pelayo hence throws him into the coop with the chickens, which pick at the parasites on
his wings. He speaks in a strange dialect that to the ignorant natives resembles
Norwegian. Pelayo and Elisenda capitalize on his presence, and make a profit by
exhibiting him to the locals. The doctor who examines him remarks about how well his
wings are structured as a part of his body. The only thing the angel can finally eat,
out of the things that are offered him, is eggplant mush.
No comments:
Post a Comment