In Housekeeping by Marilynne Robinso, Categorical Confines: Societal Boundaries in Opposition of Happiness

"She walks on the beach for a while, then straddles for a while, then starts carefully and ties it with a necklace, slowly she continued walking until it was 50 feet above the water ..." I wanted to know what it would be. "'(81-82) Sylvie knows that the only way to limit life is to die, as Helen does . But in reality, society may even limit death. But all categories of natural death, accidental death, and suicide are all seen in housework, a lifestyle that defines death after death.

Forests are places without social rules and boundaries. The story of my book is like this The one who is afraid of the social norm goes beyond unruly rules, looks for real happiness, and finds true love. For them, this seems to be the right way. Therefore, it is the story of Alanya, Arjun, and Anania, the story is like a free and unlimited forest. After choosing a name, I found an appropriate picture to convey the message I want to tell. I saw thousands of pictures I traveled in the past two years. Finally, I found a beautiful picture from the forest of Kannatal. And the barks of the two trees were covered with vegetation.

However, it is not necessary to limit the use of verbs to the actions that the character performs. Carefully set verbs can make most of the physical description of the character almost clear. In the passage of Marilyn Robinson's novel "Housekeeping" below, the verb can make the explanation clearer even if the grandmother is not moving. ... During the past few years, she continued to calm down and began to shrink. Her mouth bent forward, her eyebrows tilted back, her skull blinked pink, she was scattered in thin hair, and her hair was like a memory shape of something changed I came over her head. She seems to see the aura of humanity gradually disappearing, she is turning a monkey. Her eyebrows bearded a beard and her rough white hair was growing on her lips and chin. When she wears old clothes, the chest is empty, the hem is swept across the floor. The old hat fell to her eyes. Sometimes she put her hand on her mouth, smiled, closed her eyes, her shoulder trembled

Robert Macram: Marilyn Robinson is one of Mr. Obama's favorite writers: the winner of the best seller. I am an avid reader since her first novel, Housekeeping. Marilyn understands the American frontier spirit just like everyone else. She is also a Christian, tied to other parts of American dreams, and writes like an angel. In the rewriting of the US that each new president created, I have to ask the five great writers how to switch from Obama to playing cards. When you talk to Marilyn, you can see some people who oppose cards, and how the new government's challenge will be answered by the honesty, honesty and humor of America's best thinking.