‘Yellow Brick Road’ and ‘Return From Oz’ by Witi Ihimaera…

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Two texts that are reflective of New Zealand society in the 70’s and 80’s are the short stories ‘Yellow Brick Road’ and ‘Return from Oz’, by Witi Ihimaera. These texts are based on a Maori family that grew up in a rural areas but then moved to the city- Wellington. The main theme these texts are people on the margins of society, trying to make something out of what seems like nothing. During this time period New Zealand was very different to how it is now. Racism was strong, especially against Maoris, and inequality was experienced due to racial discrimination. The idea of dreams and disillusion was vivid in society. There was a lot of social and political change and movements which affected people. Many people of this time found it hard and struggled to make it especially with a collapse in the economy. Most people at this time wanted to succeed and achieve however the times were harsh and many dreams didn’t come true.

 What can be seen in these short stories is that they are based on people who weren’t that important which was unusual in this time. Ihimaera is known to purposefully write stories based on his upbringing and his values and this is what makes them easy to relate to. During this time this was known as post-modern literature, the typical stories that were told up until this time were about rich, royal, powerful people had changed to become about people who were low in status, poor and from rural communities. These stories are more inspiring and intriguing to the reader.

These stories were set around the 70’s and 80’s and they are a sequel that reflect New Zealand in the time period they were written by the style. Both texts show intertextuality with there being reference to ‘The Wizard of Oz’ which was a popular film at the time. These two short texts also display post-modern literature- where the main characters are Maori, poor, from a rural community. Ihimaera wrote about these characters that were people who could often be overlooked. In the 70’s and 80’s in New Zealand, times were difficult for many people especially in rural areas. Most of the big jobs were in the city and most people had to move to make a living and support their family. Although many people moved in search of a better life and thought that making money would be good, a question is proposed in Ihimaera’s short texts, was it really worth it? This thought was probably felt by most New Zealanders at the time.

 In the first text ‘Yellow Brick Road’ we are introduced to a family that have strong Maori values. The dad is the one that is getting a job in Wellington so therefore the family have to move from their comfortable home town Waituhi to a complete different style of living. The city- Wellington is described as the Emerald City and we as readers know from ‘The Wizard of Oz’ that the Emerald City is supposed to be a place where all your dreams come true. However we also know that from ‘The Wizard of Oz’ that a major theme is that things don’t work out how they’re supposed to, and not everything is as it appears to be. This theme is somewhat similar to ‘Yellow Brick Road’ and communicates the time of society precisely. In the 70’s and 80’s people thought that if they made money and lived in a big city it would be glamorous, however people’s dreams were quite often short-lived. Most people were disillusioned and what they may have thought to be great soon became less enjoyable because of the sacrifices they had to give up. A sacrifice that the family in ‘Yellow Brick Road’ had to give up was their Maori roots.

The question was it really worth it? Is proposed by Ihimaera through his writing. We see in the second text ‘Return from Oz’ the family’s life and we are able to identify possible negative aspects of them moving to Wellington in the first text ‘Yellow Brick Road’. We read about the grandfather who was previously the dad and as he’s aged we can understand that perhaps he regrets moving to Wellington. The grandfather decides to move back to Waituhi in ‘Return from Oz’ but his motives are inspired by his desire to go back into the past and change his decision to move to Wellington. He wants to regain what his family had once had and believes things will be the same as when they left which is representative of the theme dreams and disillusion. In ‘Return from Oz’ we learn that his wife had died and he is burdened by the fact that his wife never wanted to move to Wellington and all those years they lived in Wellington she never enjoyed it. The grandfather is also burdened by his daughter, Roha, who has lost her value for family and is busy doing her own thing. He wants to move back to restore what he believes he had sacrificed when they made the decision to move to Wellington. He wants to re-connect his family with their culture and Maori roots that they had lost and the only way he can do that is if he moves back, before it’s too late.

Dreams and disillusion was a theme that was strong in the 70’s and 80’s. As life was hard most people never got to enjoy it and the sacrifices were too much, even if there were some rewards there was a high price to sacrifice. Most people would have wondered, was it really worth it? Even nowadays this theme is still around with many people sacrificing something for the good of their family and in doing so losing something of importance, such as culture. This is probably more common for Maori, especially with the colonization that happened many years ago. They have been trying to keep their traditions alive for the younger generation but with a country that is becoming more westernized it is hard.

Jack’s secret life… Titanic—> final fan fic

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Jack’s perspective:

I boarded the ship with only one mission on my mind. It was ironic to think that people often said you could never put a price on a life. However, here I found myself again, geared up for another hit, for another price. I had been informed briefly about the American man I was to kill. Caledon Hockley was his name, or Cal for short. It was simple; kill and not get caught. I scoffed when they had told me the last part. I had done this countless times before, why would this time be different? I couldn’t afford to mess it up for myself and the ones who had hired me.

I made it in the door just as the ship was leaving, and then we were off. The thousands that had gathered to see the launch of the grand, new ship that was deemed to be unsinkable, waved and shouted cheerfully. I smiled, there were perks of doing this job and this was definitely the tip of the iceberg- sailing on ‘Titanic’.

Tooooooooot. I awoke, startled to hear the noise of the ship’s horn. I looked around and noticed I must’ve fell asleep. It was nightfall and everyone was busy doing their own thing. Lights flickered from the different rooms and I could hear music from down the end, I decided to explore a little. As I walked to the front of the ship it got quieter, the icy waves crashed against the sturdy steel and the wind rustled. I looked ahead and that was when I saw her. Young and beautiful with fiery red curls and a pale complexion. She stood on the edge and I thought that it was slightly unusual. As I drew closer I noticed she was on the other side of the railing about to jump.

She stood still against the bow of the ship and resembled a figurine; angel-like. From the side I noticed the terror in her eyes. I approached silently.

“Don’t do it!” She turned to look at me and I felt for her. What was a beautiful woman like her doing questioning her life?
“Stay back! Don’t come any closer! You hear me!” Her attempt to frighten me off didn’t phase me. I extended my hand.
“Miss. Please give me your hand. I’ll pull you back over”.
“No, stay where you are! I mean it! I’ll let go!”
“No you won’t!”
“What do you mean I won’t? Don’t presume to tell me what I will and will not do! Go away, please!” There was something so intriguing about this girl.
“I can’t. I’m involved now. You let go and I’m gonna have to jump in there after you”. Why did she have to be so stubborn?

She looked down, the ice was glistening and she began to shiver. I approached the railing next to her and followed her gaze.

I began to speak “It hits like a thousand knives stabbing you all over your body. You can’t breathe. You can’t think. At least not about anything but the pain”. I looked at her and saw something unique in her; I understood her pain. She made me curious to know more. I held out my hand and she reluctantly took it, not breaking eye contact. When she was over I offered her my jacket and introduced myself “I’m Jack Dawson”. She nervously stammered “Rose….Rose De Witt Bukater”.

Rose’s perspective:

He had saved me, and in the few days I had known him I had grown to love him. He had given me meaning to life. I was trapped but he had set me free. Jack Dawson was someone I could trust with my whole life. My thoughts were consumed by him and I’d never felt so happy. I opened the door to get my coat that I had forgotten and suddenly wished I hadn’t. My jaw dropped in horror, what had I just witnessed? I didn’t want to believe it. I couldn’t believe it. The door had swung open and revealed a nightmarish sight, one you’d expect to see in films. My head and heart were confused. I stood there frozen in disbelief. He whipped around revealing that he was the man that I thought he was, but wished desperately wasn’t. “Jack.” Was all I managed to squeak.

Jack dropped the small revolver immediately. He put his hands up defensively and said “It’s not what it looks… Give me a chance to explain….please Rose!?” I looked at the familiar lifeless body in front of me with several shots to his chest. My world was spinning. Who was this murderous creature I had fallen for?

“Rose….” Jack pleaded with his eyes, he wanted to explain. But what was there to explain? It was pretty clear to me jack had murdered Cal. I stared at the body confused and emotionless. My fiancé who I had despised was dead and now that he was I felt somewhat remorseful; guilty that I had befriended the monster who ended his life. I slumped down on the ground.
“Rose…”
“Don’t” I cut him off. I couldn’t take this, it was all too much. I couldn’t comprehend it.

“Who are you?” I said coldly. He replied “Rose everything I was with you… Everything I said was true… I’m still me, Jack… And I love you Rose.. I love you!!”
“Why’d you kill him?” My voice started to crack.
“Rose there’s something I need to tell you…” At that moment he looked down, pitiful. I knew this was something I didn’t want to hear.
“This is my job.”
There was a pause. What on earth was he talking about.
“Job?” I whispered.
“Yes. I kill for a living. I’m a hit man”.
My world fell apart at this moment. A hit man? The person I had grown to love more than even myself was a cold-blooded murderer. I scanned through my memories looking for red flags but there were none. What was I to do now? Go on like nothing happened? This was all too much. Jack just stood looking remorseful and concerned. I thought about how a murderer saved my life, it just didn’t make sense. Could I believe that he loved me, did he even know what love was? I glanced over at Cal trying to recollect my thoughts. How could I trust a hit man?

I sat frozen for what seemed like forever, contemplating what to do.
“Rose, I’m sorry.. I understand if you never want to see me again.. I’ll hand myself in.. Whatever makes you happy. I never meant to hurt you or make you scared”. Jack’s voice was so soothing and there was sincerity in his eyes.
“I love you Rose, I really do and I’m so sorry!”
I sat in silence and after a while three words came out, a reaction that even surprised me.
“I love you” it was a whisper and Jack couldn’t believe it. He came closer and sat next to me.
“Really? You’re not scared of me?” I studied his eyes for a while and wondered if I could really choose to be with him. “No, but….” He looked worried and I continued “…this is the last time” he looked at me and nodded, looking relieved. He hugged me tight and said “I promise”. I hugged him back; this man had saved my life and sanity, he gave me purpose. I loved him whole-heartedly and believed him. I looked at him. “We have to get rid of the body, you know.” “Mmmm” was all Jack mumbled. I could tell he was regretful. “Let’s throw him overboard?” I suggested “Then I’ll report him missing.” I paused, deep in thought. “The authorities will be searching you know, and they’ll probably sail to the nearest port. There we’ll hop off together.” Jack looked at me amused. “You sound like you’ve had experience in this before Miss. Rose” I leaned over and kissed him. “Last time, remember?” He nodded seriously. “Yes, I promise you!”

“You are amazin…

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“You are amazing” ♡

Hi world!! 🙂 This is my first post/blog ever and I’m excited to start this blogging journey. I thought I’d make my first post something encouraging so I just wanted you all to know that YOU are amazing! I’ve noticed that so many people nowadays don’t recognize their self-worth and they may feel insignificant but just know that no matter who you are or whatever status you have, you are someone important and have the power to do whatever you put your mind to! Try and do something today to show someone how important they are; make them feel special and appreciated. 🙂 I wish everyone a prosperous, productive year and I hope that we all achieve our goals! Remember YOU are amazing!

Mary:)