Consortium Response #8: "The Lottery"

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Consortium Response #8: "The Lottery"

Post  Mr. Lyon on Tue May 14, 2013 9:44 am

For this assignment, please read the short story "The Lottery" by author Shirley Jackson. The story can be found after this assignment and at this link: http://sites.middlebury.edu/individualandthesociety/files/2010/09/jackson_lottery.pdf

Same basic assignment as last time: After reading, please post a thoughtful response in which you explore Jackson's use of symbolism in order to create meaning, suspense, and theme within his story. How does the symbolism connect to the theme of the story? Is the symbolism universal? What different interpretations of each symbol might others find within the story? (It's important for this response, especially your replies to others, to examine other interpretations that might exist and comment politely and productively on the ideas of others. Have a conversation; learn from each other!)

Remember to follow the rules of forum posting as set on our class website under the tab "Creative Consortium." You must post an original response of your own AND two replies to two classmates' responses in order to receive full credit for this assignment. DO NOT CREATE NEW TOPICS WHEN RESPONDING TO THIS PROMPT; simply respond WITHIN this topic.

DUE DATE/TIME: Friday, May 17 (responses must be posted no later than 8:00 AM)

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“The Lottery”
Shirley Jackson

The morning of June 27th was clear and sunny, with the fresh warmth of a full-summer day; the flowers were blossoming profusely and the grass was richly green. The people of the village began to gather in the square, between the post office and the bank, around ten o`clock; in some towns there were so many people that the lottery took two days and had to be started on June 20th, but in this village, where there were only about three hundred people, the whole lottery took less than two hours, so it could begin at ten o`clock in the morning and still be through in time to allow the villagers to get home for noon dinner.
The children assembled first, of course. School was recently over for the summer, and the feeling of liberty sat uneasily on most of them; they tended to gather together quietly for a while before they broke into boisterous play. and their talk was still of the classroom and the teacher, of books and reprimands. Bobby Martin had already stuffed his pockets full of stones, and the other boys soon followed his example, selecting the smoothest and roundest stones; Bobby and Harry Jones and Dickie Delacroix-- the villagers pronounced this name "Dellacroy"--eventually made a great pile of stones in one corner of the square and guarded it against the raids of the other boys. The girls stood aside, talking among themselves, looking over their shoulders at the boys. and the very small children rolled in the dust or clung to the hands of their older brothers or sisters.
Soon the men began to gather. surveying their own children, speaking of planting and rain, tractors and taxes. They stood together, away from the pile of stones in the corner, and their jokes were quiet and they smiled rather than laughed. The women, wearing faded house dresses and sweaters, came shortly after their menfolk. They greeted one another and exchanged bits of gossip as they went to join their husbands. Soon the women, standing by their husbands, began to call to their children, and the children came reluctantly, having to be called four or five times. Bobby Martin ducked under his mother`s grasping hand and ran, laughing, back to the pile of stones. His father spoke up sharply, and Bobby came quickly and took his place between his father and his oldest brother.
The lottery was conducted--as were the square dances, the teen club, the Halloween program--by Mr. Summers. who had time and energy to devote to civic activities. He was a round-faced, jovial man and he ran the coal business, and people were sorry for him. because he had no children and his wife was a scold. When he arrived in the square, carrying the black wooden box, there was a murmur of conversation among the villagers, and he waved and called. "Little late today, folks." The postmaster, Mr. Graves, followed him, carrying a three- legged stool, and the stool was put in the center of the square and Mr. Summers set the black box down on it. The villagers kept their distance, leaving a space between themselves and the stool. and when Mr. Summers said, "Some of you fellows want to give me a hand?" there was a hesitation before two men. Mr. Martin and his oldest son, Baxter. came forward to hold the box steady on the stool while Mr. Summers stirred up the papers inside it.
The original paraphernalia for the lottery had been lost long ago, and the black box now resting on the stool had been put into use even before Old Man Warner, the oldest man in town, was born. Mr. Summers spoke frequently to the villagers about making a new box, but no one liked to upset even as much tradition as was represented by the black box. There was a story that the present box had been made with some pieces of the box that had preceded it, the one that had been constructed when the first people settled down to make a village here. Every year, after the lottery, Mr. Summers began talking again about a new box, but every year the subject was allowed to fade off without anything`s being done. The black box grew shabbier each year: by now it was no longer completely black but splintered badly along one side to show the original wood color, and in some places faded or stained.
Mr. Martin and his oldest son, Baxter, held the black box securely on the stool until Mr. Summers had stirred the papers thoroughly with his hand. Because so much of the ritual had been forgotten or discarded, Mr. Summers had been successful in having slips of paper substituted for the chips of wood that had been used for generations. Chips of wood, Mr. Summers had argued. had been all very well when the village was tiny, but now that the population was more than three hundred and likely to keep on growing, it was necessary to use something that would fit more easily into he black box. The night before the lottery, Mr. Summers and Mr. Graves made up the slips of paper and put them in the box, and it was then taken to the safe of Mr. Summers` coal company and locked up until Mr. Summers was ready to take it to the square next morning. The rest of the year, the box was put way, sometimes one place, sometimes another; it had spent one year in Mr. Graves`s barn and another year underfoot in the post office. and sometimes it was set on a shelf in the Martin grocery and left there.
There was a great deal of fussing to be done before Mr. Summers declared the lottery open. There were the lists to make up--of heads of families. heads of households in each family. members of each household in each family. There was the proper swearing-in of Mr. Summers by the postmaster, as the official of the lottery; at one time, some people remembered, there had been a recital of some sort, performed by the official of the lottery, a perfunctory. tuneless chant that had been rattled off duly each year; some people believed that the official of the lottery used to stand just so when he said or sang it, others believed that he was supposed to walk among the people, but years and years ago this p3rt of the ritual had been allowed to lapse. There had been, also, a ritual salute, which the official of the lottery had had to use in addressing each person who came up to draw from the box, but this also had changed with time, until now it was felt necessary only for the official to speak to each person approaching. Mr. Summers was very good at all this; in his clean white shirt and blue jeans. with one hand resting carelessly on the black box. he seemed very proper and important as he talked interminably to Mr. Graves and the Martins.
Just as Mr. Summers finally left off talking and turned to the assembled villagers, Mrs. Hutchinson came hurriedly along the path to the square, her sweater thrown over her shoulders, and slid into place in the back of the crowd. "Clean forgot what day it was," she said to Mrs. Delacroix, who stood next to her, and they both laughed softly. "Thought my old man was out back stacking wood," Mrs. Hutchinson went on. "and then I looked out the window and the kids was gone, and then I remembered it was the twenty-seventh and came a-running." She dried her hands on her apron, and Mrs. Delacroix said, "You`re in time, though. They`re still talking away up there."
Mrs. Hutchinson craned her neck to see through the crowd and found her husband and children standing near the front. She tapped Mrs. Delacroix on the arm as a farewell and began to make her way through the crowd. The people separated good-humoredly to let her through: two or three people said. in voices just loud enough to be heard across the crowd, "Here comes your, Missus, Hutchinson," and "Bill, she made it after all." Mrs. Hutchinson reached her husband, and Mr. Summers, who had been waiting, said cheerfully. "Thought we were going to have to get on without you, Tessie." Mrs. Hutchinson said. grinning, "Wouldn`t have me leave m`dishes in the sink, now, would you. Joe?," and soft laughter ran through the crowd as the people stirred back into position after Mrs. Hutchinson`s arrival.
"Well, now." Mr. Summers said soberly, "guess we better get started, get this over with, so`s we can go back to work. Anybody ain`t here?"
"Dunbar." several people said. "Dunbar. Dunbar."
Mr. Summers consulted his list. "Clyde Dunbar." he said. "That`s right. He`s broke his leg, hasn`t he? Who`s drawing for him?"
"Me. I guess," a woman said. and Mr. Summers turned to look at her. "Wife draws for her husband." Mr. Summers said. "Don`t you have a grown boy to do it for you, Janey?" Although Mr. Summers and everyone else in the village knew the answer perfectly well, it was the business of the official of the lottery to ask such questions formally. Mr. Summers waited with an expression of polite interest while Mrs. Dunbar answered.
"Horace`s not but sixteen vet." Mrs. Dunbar said regretfully. "Guess I gotta fill in for the old man this year."
"Right." Sr. Summers said. He made a note on the list he was holding. Then he asked, "Watson boy drawing this year?"
A tall boy in the crowd raised his hand. "Here," he said. "I m drawing for my mother and me." He blinked his eyes nervously and ducked his head as several voices in the crowd said thin#s like "Good fellow, lack." and "Glad to see your mother`s got a man to do it."
"Well," Mr. Summers said, "guess that`s everyone. Old Man Warner make it?"
"Here," a voice said. and Mr. Summers nodded.
A sudden hush fell on the crowd as Mr. Summers cleared his throat and looked at the list. "All ready?" he called. "Now, I`ll read the names--heads of families first--and the men come up and take a paper out of the box. Keep the paper folded in your hand without looking at it until everyone has had a turn. Everything clear?"
The people had done it so many times that they only half listened to the directions: most of them were quiet. wetting their lips. not looking around. Then Mr. Summers raised one hand high and said, "Adams." A man disengaged himself from the crowd and came forward. "Hi. Steve." Mr. Summers said. and Mr. Adams said. "Hi. Joe." They grinned at one another humorlessly and nervously. Then Mr. Adams reached into the black box and took out a folded paper. He held it firmly by one corner as he turned and went hastily back to his place in the crowd. where he stood a little apart from his family. not looking down at his hand.
"Allen." Mr. Summers said. "Anderson.... Bentham."
"Seems like there`s no time at all between lotteries any more." Mrs. Delacroix said to Mrs. Graves in the back row.
"Seems like we got through with the last one only last week."
"Time sure goes fast.-- Mrs. Graves said.
"Clark.... Delacroix"
"There goes my old man." Mrs. Delacroix said. She held her breath while her husband went forward.
"Dunbar," Mr. Summers said, and Mrs. Dunbar went steadily to the box while one of the women said. "Go on. Janey," and another said, "There she goes."
"We`re next." Mrs. Graves said. She watched while Mr. Graves came around from the side of the box, greeted Mr. Summers gravely and selected a slip of paper from the box. By now, all through the crowd there were men holding the small folded papers in their large hand. turning them over and over nervously Mrs. Dunbar and her two sons stood together, Mrs. Dunbar holding the slip of paper.
"Harburt.... Hutchinson."
"Get up there, Bill," Mrs. Hutchinson said. and the people near her laughed.
"Jones."
"They do say," Mr. Adams said to Old Man Warner, who stood next to him, "that over in the north village they`re talking of giving up the lottery."
Old Man Warner snorted. "Pack of crazy fools," he said. "Listening to the young folks, nothing`s good enough for them. Next thing you know, they`ll be wanting to go back to living in caves, nobody work any more, live hat way for a while. Used to be a saying about `Lottery in June, corn be heavy soon.` First thing you know, we`d all be eating stewed chickweed and acorns. There`s always been a lottery," he added petulantly. "Bad enough to see young Joe Summers up there joking with everybody."
"Some places have already quit lotteries." Mrs. Adams said.
"Nothing but trouble in that," Old Man Warner said stoutly. "Pack of young fools."
"Martin." And Bobby Martin watched his father go forward. "Overdyke.... Percy."
"I wish they`d hurry," Mrs. Dunbar said to her older son. "I wish they`d hurry."
"They`re almost through," her son said.
"You get ready to run tell Dad," Mrs. Dunbar said.
Mr. Summers called his own name and then stepped forward precisely and selected a slip from the box. Then he called, "Warner."
"Seventy-seventh year I been in the lottery," Old Man Warner said as he went through the crowd. "Seventy-seventh time."
"Watson" The tall boy came awkwardly through the crowd. Someone said, "Don`t be nervous, Jack," and Mr. Summers said, "Take your time, son."
"Zanini."
After that, there was a long pause, a breathless pause, until Mr. Summers. holding his slip of paper in the air, said, "All right, fellows." For a minute, no one moved, and then all the slips of paper were opened. Suddenly, all the women began to speak at once, saving. "Who is it?," "Who`s got it?," "Is it the Dunbars?," "Is it the Watsons?" Then the voices began to say, "It`s Hutchinson. It`s Bill," "Bill Hutchinson`s got it."
"Go tell your father," Mrs. Dunbar said to her older son.
People began to look around to see the Hutchinsons. Bill Hutchinson was standing quiet, staring down at the paper in his hand. Suddenly. Tessie Hutchinson shouted to Mr. Summers. "You didn`t give him time enough to take any paper he wanted. I saw you. It wasn`t fair!"
"Be a good sport, Tessie." Mrs. Delacroix called, and Mrs. Graves said, "All of us took the same chance."
"Shut up, Tessie," Bill Hutchinson said.
"Well, everyone," Mr. Summers said, "that was done pretty fast, and now we`ve got to be hurrying a little more to get done in time." He consulted his next list. "Bill," he said, "you draw for the Hutchinson family. You got any other households in the Hutchinsons?"
"There`s Don and Eva," Mrs. Hutchinson yelled. "Make them take their chance!"
"Daughters draw with their husbands` families, Tessie," Mr. Summers said gently. "You know that as well as anyone else."
"It wasn`t fair," Tessie said.
"I guess not, Joe." Bill Hutchinson said regretfully. "My daughter draws with her husband`s family; that`s only fair. And I`ve got no other family except the kids."
"Then, as far as drawing for families is concerned, it`s you," Mr. Summers said in explanation, "and as far as drawing for households is concerned, that`s you, too. Right?"
"Right," Bill Hutchinson said.
"How many kids, Bill?" Mr. Summers asked formally.
"Three," Bill Hutchinson said.
"There`s Bill, Jr., and Nancy, and little Dave. And Tessie and me."
"All right, then," Mr. Summers said. "Harry, you got their tickets back?"
Mr. Graves nodded and held up the slips of paper. "Put them in the box, then," Mr. Summers directed. "Take Bill`s and put it in."
"I think we ought to start over," Mrs. Hutchinson said, as quietly as she could. "I tell you it wasn`t fair. You didn`t give him time enough to choose. Everybody saw that."
Mr. Graves had selected the five slips and put them in the box. and he dropped all the papers but those onto the ground. where the breeze caught them and lifted them off.
"Listen, everybody," Mrs. Hutchinson was saying to the people around her.
"Ready, Bill?" Mr. Summers asked. and Bill Hutchinson, with one quick glance around at his wife and children. nodded.
"Remember," Mr. Summers said. "take the slips and keep them folded until each person has taken one. Harry, you help little Dave." Mr. Graves took the hand of the little boy, who came willingly with him up to the box. "Take a paper out of the box, Davy." Mr. Summers said. Davy put his hand into the box and laughed. "Take just one paper." Mr. Summers said. "Harry, you hold it for him." Mr. Graves took the child`s hand and removed the folded paper from the tight fist and held it while little Dave stood next to him and looked up at him wonderingly.
"Nancy next," Mr. Summers said. Nancy was twelve, and her school friends breathed heavily as she went forward switching her skirt, and took a slip daintily from the box "Bill, Jr.," Mr. Summers said, and Billy, his face red and his feet overlarge, near knocked the box over as he got a paper out. "Tessie," Mr. Summers said. She hesitated for a minute, looking around defiantly. and then set her lips and went up to the box. She snatched a paper out and held it behind her.
"Bill," Mr. Summers said, and Bill Hutchinson reached into the box and felt around, bringing his hand out at last with the slip of paper in it.
The crowd was quiet. A girl whispered, "I hope it`s not Nancy," and the sound of the whisper reached the edges of the crowd.
"It`s not the way it used to be." Old Man Warner said clearly. "People ain`t the way they used to be."
"All right," Mr. Summers said. "Open the papers. Harry, you open little Dave`s."
Mr. Graves opened the slip of paper and there was a general sigh through the crowd as he held it up and everyone could see that it was blank. Nancy and Bill. Jr.. opened theirs at the same time. and both beamed and laughed. turning around to the crowd and holding their slips of paper above their heads.
"Tessie," Mr. Summers said. There was a pause, and then Mr. Summers looked at Bill Hutchinson, and Bill unfolded his paper and showed it. It was blank.
"It`s Tessie," Mr. Summers said, and his voice was hushed. "Show us her paper. Bill."
Bill Hutchinson went over to his wife and forced the slip of paper out of her hand. It had a black spot on it, the black spot Mr. Summers had made the night before with the heavy pencil in the coal company office. Bill Hutchinson held it up, and there was a stir in the crowd.
"All right, folks." Mr. Summers said. "Let`s finish quickly."
Although the villagers had forgotten the ritual and lost the original black box, they still remembered to use stones. The pile of stones the boys had made earlier was ready; there were stones on the ground with the blowing scraps of paper that had come out of the box Delacroix selected a stone so large she had to pick it up with both hands and turned to Mrs. Dunbar. "Come on," she said. "Hurry up."
Mr. Dunbar had small stones in both hands, and she said. gasping for breath. "I can`t run at all. You`ll have to go ahead and I`ll catch up with you."
The children had stones already. And someone gave little Davy Hutchinson few pebbles.
Tessie Hutchinson was in the center of a cleared space by now, and she held her hands out desperately as the villagers moved in on her. "It isn`t fair," she said. A stone hit her on the side of the head. Old Man Warner was saying, "Come on, come on, everyone." Steve Adams was in the front of the crowd of villagers, with Mrs. Graves beside him.
"It isn`t fair, it isn`t right," Mrs. Hutchinson screamed, and then they were upon her.
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CONSORTIUM RESPONSE #8: "THE LOTTERY"

Post  llamasarecool on Tue May 14, 2013 7:30 pm

I enjoyed this story very much. I found two significant symbols. The first one, is the black box. I think that it represents the tradition of the lottery and the stupidity of the villagers, killing their own people. The box is falling apart, and the only reason the citizens agree to participate is because of the story that the black box was made from many different old black boxes. The lottery represents something that has been a tradition, without question. This is horrific, people killing each other, just because there was a story that said the "game" has been going on for as long as anyone can remember. Other things that contribute to the theme is that, family relationships come into play. In the story, family members turn on each other so fast that they aren't a real family. Blindly following this stupid tradition has caused many deaths, break-up of families, and has caused the people to think that this is right.

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Re: Consortium Response #8: "The Lottery"

Post  scribbledskies on Thu May 16, 2013 7:53 am

@llamasarecool I agree with the black box symbolizing a crumbling village who, despite the horrible slaughtering of families, continue to kill people because of tradition. Jackson perhaps is showing her distaste of following blindly with traditions for no reason. Or simply stating how stupid it is to do anything without knowing the reason why.

It is very ironic that the square where the Lottery is held is also where the teen dance, Halloween party, etc. are held. Those other events are normal and celebratory events compared with this extremely violent act. Another thing I noticed was Mrs. Hutchinson's tardiness. Perhaps she was not late by accident, but instead was in denial of this day happening. I began to suspect trouble when Mrs. Hutchinson is the only one making a fuss, saying "it wasn't far" that her husband drew their family name. Also symbolic is that even Mrs. Hutchinson's own son, Davy, has stones to throw at his mother. He is too young to know better and so is participating in killing his mother, because he sees everyone else doing it. This exemplifies, at the loosest interpretation, the cons of peer pressure.

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Re: Consortium Response #8: "The Lottery"

Post  DTMF on Thu May 16, 2013 5:55 pm

I found two symbols in this story: the black box and the stones. The stones may be just a foreshadow, however i think they represent more. The stones can also represent society, as in you need to succumb to the whims of society and there is no escape from it. The black box can represent the stupid tradition of this "lottery" that is crumbling: some of the gossip in the crowd is about other villages getting rid of the lottery. Mr. Summers would like to remake the black box, which could mean that the lottery should be remade, perhaps into something joyful. The black box is described as scuffed and broken; the lottery can also be shabby and maybe becoming a thing of the past. The black box is also kept as the only box that the lottery slips can be drawn from. This can symbolize the need of humans to stick to ritual and tradition. If you have been doing something for as long as can be remembered, why stop?

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Re: Consortium Response #8: "The Lottery"

Post  gbs13 on Thu May 16, 2013 9:13 pm

I think that there are lots of symbols in this piece. To start off I think that the old black box represents the tradition that the town has and how it’s too afraid to break away from. It is old and is falling apart but the townspeople are too afraid to let it go. It has become somewhat of a comfort to them because it is something that hasn’t changed and remains constant each year. While this is true I think that the change from wood chips to paper slips shows how they are viewing the lottery differently and may be changing their ideas. They say that changing to paper would be more practical and efficient for the large town and I am getting the idea that they may be reconsidering other parts of the lottery as well. All of this leads to the theme of traditions and how it can be hard to see anything but what you have always known.

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Post  gbs13 on Thu May 16, 2013 9:13 pm

I think that you are right about how the box represents the tradition of the lottery and shows how the villagers are stupid not to change. I agree that, as you point out, the lottery was a tradition and that Jackson is trying to also show that traditions are hard to break away from. Good job!

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Post  gbs13 on Thu May 16, 2013 9:14 pm

I totally agree with you on many of your points. I agree with you that the point of the story is how breaking from traditions can be hard to do and how the lottery may start to be a thing in the past. I also liked how you mentioned the stones. They added good back-up for your argument. Nice Job!

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Re: Consortium Response #8: "The Lottery"

Post  jemoria on Thu May 16, 2013 11:16 pm

Two symbols jumped put at me while reading this piece. The black box and the name of the story. The black box seems to represent all that is wrong with their society. The color black itself can symbolize death, which is ironic because the lottery kills someone. I find the black box to be symbolic of death and of all the bad and unfortunate things that happen in their society. Also, the black box is described as scuffed and broken which could symbolize the lottery becoming a thing of the past. Today, winning the lottery is a good thing and you are rewarded when you do. It's ironic that winning "the literally" in this story gets you killed. The old black box also symbolizes tradition and how hard it is to stop it (it being tradition).

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Post  jemoria on Thu May 16, 2013 11:24 pm

I agree with your analysis except for the part about the black box because I think that they are scuffing the box and trying to eventually get rid of the lottery. But you back up your statement and it makes sense, good job!

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Post  jemoria on Thu May 16, 2013 11:26 pm

I completely agree with your analysis and findings of symbolism with the black box, I read the story the same way! However I didn't catch the stones as that prominent of a symbol until after reading your response; good job!

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The lottery response

Post  Dark Woods on Fri May 17, 2013 1:01 am

When reading the lottery i found symbolism in the title of he story, much like "the lottery", you expect to get something good out of it at first glance, but really all lottery means is a game of chance. Through out the beginning of the story you have no idea what will happen to the "winner" of the lottery, and this unexpected ending to this game of chance shakes the reader up. I like many others saw the chipping black box as tradition slowly falling out of use.
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Post  Dark Woods on Fri May 17, 2013 1:03 am

i hadn't really seen the villagers as clinging on to the lottery because it was the one constant thing in their lives, but now that you bring it up, that does make sense. It's an interesting way to look at things.
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Post  Dark Woods on Fri May 17, 2013 1:15 am

I too thought that it was ironic that the lottery be held where much happer festivities also take place, one would think that they'd have some special field designated for this. Blood sacrifices for a good harvest shouldn't take place where a bunch of little kids play in my opinion.
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Re: Consortium Response #8: "The Lottery"

Post  TheKeeper00 on Fri May 17, 2013 8:36 am

In the lottery there is a lot of symbolism, the most obvious example is the black box which represents tradition and how their refusal to change the box represents their refusal to change tradition.

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Re: Consortium Response #8: "The Lottery"

Post  Jmo on Sun May 19, 2013 8:38 pm

"The Lottery" is full of symbolism. One of the symbols is the black box. The color black symbolizes death. "Mr. Summers set the black box down on it..." Another symbol is all of the activites before the lottery, "the square dances, the teen club, the Halloween program" which show the reader that the event is masked by pleasant activities and is a social event and it represents society. And of course, the name "Graves" is symbolic for death and forshadows death.

@TheKeeper00 I agree that the black box also represents thir refusal to change tradition.

@Darkwoods It's interesting that you said how "The Lottery" seems posative from the title because when you win the lottery, that is posative. That's a good point.

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Re: Consortium Response #8: "The Lottery"

Post  31544 on Tue May 21, 2013 6:57 pm

The story mocks the common human act of blindly following tradition with a hyperbolic tale of tradition causing senseless brutality. The black box's crumbling suggests that the ritual is old and beaten, but unquestioned because of it's timeless roots (the box is supposedly made of previous boxes used for the same purpose). The people question the ritual somewhat, but go through with it anyway. This shows the tendency of humans to follow tradition regardless of how illogical it is. All the pleasant activities that take place in lottery area- the halloween dance, the teen club- are juxtaposed with the horrible ritual as normal societal events, continued for the same reason as the ritual but very different in form.
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Re: Consortium Response #8: "The Lottery"

Post  Kingoflizard on Thu May 23, 2013 1:37 pm

In "the lottery" there are some examples of symbolism. The black box is the biggest example of symbolism in my opinion, it's symbolic for the tradition that the people are in involved in.
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Response to llamasarecool & TheKeeper00

Post  Kingoflizard on Thu May 23, 2013 1:44 pm

Llamas: I agree with the symbolism of the box and how it's breaking the villagers, they are stupid for not stopping.

Keeper: Your idea of the box was similar to mine, I liked it and agree with it obviously.
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Re: Consortium Response #8: "The Lottery"

Post  31544 on Sun Jun 02, 2013 4:18 pm

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I liked your idea about the remaking of the box. It seems viable as a mechanism for symbolism and deeper meaning in the story.

Jmo-
The use of names in the story to foreshadow is rather clever. "Graves" is a good example of that.
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Post  jr1235 on Tue Jun 04, 2013 10:42 pm

So, we read this piece in english class as well, and we disscussed the sybolism, but besides that i really like this piece. I like the way he used the symbolism to make it enteratining to read. The black box in my story is my favorite, i like how it symoboliizes death.

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Re: Consortium Response #8: "The Lottery"

Post  TeamDizzieKappa19 on Tue Jun 04, 2013 11:33 pm

There are many symbols in this story, my favourite of which is the stool. It is specifically stated that it is a three legged stool, which as we all know, is one of the most fragile of all stool types. In a three legged stool, the stool cannot stand if anything happens to one of the legs. The same is true for this society. This town's whole year is based on this lottery and, as the old man said, the surrounding towns that got rid of the lottery will fall, because, just like the stool, the town will not be able to stand if they lose it.

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I really liked your comparison to the making of the box out of the parts of the past boxes to the tradition of the lottery and how they keep continuing the tradition even though it is visually crumbling.

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I really liked your observation, I have read this story many times since freshman year, and I have never noticed the fact that the square is used for all town events, even the bloodstained ones. It really shows the twisted-ness of this tradition and this town.

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