- •Ноу «липецкий эколого-гуманитарный иститут»
- •Contents preface ……………………………………………………………………..….5 part one…………………………………………………………………….…..6
- •Preface
- •Part one
- •Analytical reading and its concern
- •The Subject Matter of Analytical Reading
- •1.2. Literary Work
- •2. Language as the medium of literature
- •2.1. Meanings of Linguistic Units Connotation in the Word’s Dictionary Meaning
- •2.2. Denotation and Connotation in Imaginative Literature
- •3. Literary text as poetic structure
- •3.1. Verbal and Supraverbal Layers of the Literary Text
- •3.2. Principles of Poetic Structure Cohesion
- •4. Components of poetic structure: Macro-Components of Poetic Structure
- •4.1. Literary Image
- •4.2. Theme and Idea
- •4.3. Plot
- •Composition
- •4.5. Genre
- •4.6. Tonal System
- •5. Components of poetic structure: Micro-Components of Poetic Structure
- •5.1. Tropes
- •5.1.1. Tropes Based on the Interaction of Different Types of Lexical Meanings
- •5.1.2. Tropes based on the Intensification of a Certain Feature of a Thing or Phenomenon
- •5.1.3. Tropes Based on Peculiar Use of Set Expressions
- •5.2. Phonetic Expressive Means and Stylistic Devices
- •5.3. Figures of speech
- •Part two
- •Selecting a Topic Sentence
- •Checking the Topic
- •Checking Your Progress
- •Mini-test
- •Unit 2. Practice with ideas Locating Key Elements for the Idea
- •Selecting the Correct Idea
- •Checking the Idea
- •Formulating Ideas
- •Checking Your Progress:
- •Revision
- •Unit 3. Practice with principles of poetic structure cohesion
- •Grown up pink
- •Shiseido
- •Checking Your Progress
- •Tropes based on the Intensification of a Certain Feature of a Thing or Phenomenon
- •Tropes based on Peculiar Use of Set Expressions
- •Hear the loud alarum bells –
- •What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!
- •Phonetic Expressive Means and Stylistic Devices
- •Figures of Speech
- •Revision
- •Helping Phrases
- •Unit 5. Understanding poetry
- •To say that for destruction ice
- •A rip tide is raging
- •Checking Your Progress
- •Tips on literary work analysis
- •Practice with extracts From The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon by Stephen King
- •From The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon by Stephen King
- •From The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon by Stephen King
- •From Come Together by Josie Lloyd & Emlyn Rees
- •From Come Together by Josie Lloyd & Emlyn Rees
- •From Vertical Run by Joseph r. Garber
- •From Vertical Run by Joseph r. Garber
- •From Vertical Run by Joseph r. Garber
- •From The Web by Jonathan Kellerman
- •From The Class by Eric Segal
- •From The Blue Note by Charlotte Bingham
- •From Blackout by Campbell Armstrong
- •From Blackout by Campbell Armstrong
- •From Blackout by Campbell Armstrong
- •From Blackout by Campbell Armstrong
- •From Blackout by Campbell Armstrong
- •From Blackout by Campbell Armstrong
- •From Simply Divine by Wendy Holden
- •From Dance While You Can by Susan Lewis
- •From Dance While You Can by Susan Lewis
- •From Rage of Angels by Sidney Sheldon
- •From Whispers by Dean Koontz
- •From Whispers by Dean Koontz
- •From Man and Boy by Tony Parson
- •From Man and Boy by Tony Parson
- •From Cold Fire by Dean Koontz
- •Checking your progress
- •Scheme of Extract Analysis
- •From Whispers by Dean Koontz
- •From Needful Things by Stephen King
- •From Rising Sun by Jeffrey Archer
- •From Sinners by Jackie Collins
- •From Sinners by Jackie Collins
- •From False Memory by Dean Koontz
- •Revision
- •From Come Together by Josie Lloyd & Emlyn Rees
- •From Man and Boy by Tony Parson
- •From Man and Boy by Tony Parson
- •From Sinners by Jackie Collins
- •Bibliography
From False Memory by Dean Koontz
[Martie Rhodes has come to collect her friend Susan, who suffers from agoraphobia, to psychiatrist; but as they started, a storm broke out.]
Fat drops of rain – at first in fitful bursts but soon more insistently – began to rattle on the roof that covered the landing. […]
As they reached the bottom of the steps, the rain fell harder than before, rattling through the leaves of the potted plants on the patio, clicking against the bricks.
Susan was reluctant to let go of the corner of the house.
Martie put an arm around her. “Lean on me if you want.”
Susan leaned. “Everything’s so strange out here, not like it used to be.”
“Nothing’s changed. It’s just the storm.”
“It’s a new world,” Susan disagreed. “And not a good one.”
Huddling together, with Martie bending to match Susan’s stoop, they progressed through this new world, now in a rush as Susan was drawn forward by the prospect of the comparatively closed space of the car, but now haltingly as Susan was weighed down and nearly crushed by the infinite emptiness overhead. Whipped by wind and lashed by rain, shielded by their hoods and their billowing coats, they might have been two frightened holy sisters, in full habit, desperately seeking sanctuary in the early moments of Armageddon.
Evidently Martie was affected either by the turbulence of the incoming storm or by her troubled friend, because as they proceeded fitfully along the promenade toward they side street where she had parked her car, she became increasingly aware of a strangeness in the day that was easy to perceive but difficult to define. On the concrete promenade, puddles like black mirrors swarmed with images so shattered by falling rain that their true appearance could not be discerned, yet the disquieted Martie. Trashing palm trees clawed the air with fronds that had darkened from green to green-black, producing a thrum-hiss-rattle that resonated with a primitive and reckless passion deep inside her. On their right, the sand was smooth and pale, like the skin of some vast sleeping beast, and on their left, each house appeared to be filed with a storm of its own, as colourless images of rolling clouds and wind-tossed trees churned across the large ocean-view windows.
Martie was unsettled by all these odd impressions of unnatural menace in the surrounding landscape, but she was more disturbed by a new strangeness within herself, which the storm seemed to conjure. Her heart quickened with an irrational desire to surrender to the sorcerous energy of this wild weather. Suddenly she was afraid of some dark potential she couldn’t define: afraid of losing control of herself, blacking out, and later coming to her senses, thereupon discovering she had done something terrible… something unspeakable. […]
Martie opened the curbside door, helped Susan into the red Saturn, and then went around and got in the driver’s seat.
Rain drummed on the roof, a cold and hollow sound that brought hoofbeats to mind, as though the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse – Pestilence, War, Famine, and Death – were approaching at full gallop along the nearby beach.