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Literary Analysis

This page is organized by last name of the author whose work is being examined.

Kincaid, Jamaica

  • Cold Heart: An Exploration of Aromanticism in Lucy

Quinn, Daniel

  • At the Intersection of Queer and Environmentalist: A Queer Guy Meets Ishmael

Robbe-Grillet, Alain

  • The Loss of Identity: Autogynephilic Transsexuality in Jealousy

Shelley, Mary

  • Monstrous Love: A Blueprint for Homoeroticism in Frankenstein

 

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“‘Try this one,’ said Jack, ‘and I’ll say it just one time. Tell you what, we could a had a good life together, a fuckin real good life. You wouldn’t do it, Ennis, so what we got now is Brokeback Mountain.’” ~From the short story “Brokeback Mountain” by Annie Proulx
September 22nd, 2017 (This poem contains triggering images)
“They were no longer young men with all of it before them. Jack had filled out through the shoulders and hams, Ennis stayed lean as a clothes-pole, stepped around in worn boots, jeans and shirts summer and winter, added a canvas coat in cold weather. A benign growth appeared on his eyelid and gave it a drooping appearance, a broken nose healed crooked.” ~From the short story “Brokeback Mountain” by Annie Proulx
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. It ain’t goin a be that way. We can’t. I’m stuck with what I got, caught in my own loop. Can’t get out of it. Jack, I don’t want a be like them guys you see around sometimes. And I don’t want a be dead.” -From the short story “Brokeback Mountain” by Annie Proulx
“‘Right,’ said Jack, and they shook hands, hit each other on the shoulder, then there was forty feet of distance between them and nothing to do but drive away in opposite directions. Within a mile Ennis felt like someone was pulling his guts out hand over hand a yard at a time.” ~From the short story “Brokeback Mountain” by Annie Proulx
“During the day Ennis looked across a great gulf and sometimes saw Jack, a small dot moving across a high meadow as an insect moves across a tablecloth; Jack, in his dark camp, saw Ennis as night fire, a red spark on the huge black mass of mountain.” From “Brokeback Mountain” by Annie Proulx
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