Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Are there any similes and hyperboles in "The Lottery" by Shirley Jackson?

With hyperbole meaning an
exaggeration that is used for emphasis or effect, the entire story "The Lottery" can be
considered a hyperbole.  For, the apparently simple story is actually an subtly inverted
exaggeration of the underlying truth of Jackson's theme. Told with limited and banal
description and without excessive emotionalism, Jackson's narrative points to the
ordinariness of the cruel, violent, barbaric act of stoning that has somehow become a
ritual.  


e.g.


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Bobby and Harry Jones and Dickie
Delacroix....eventually made a great pile of stones in one
corner of the square and guarded it against the raids of the other
boys.


Bobby Martin dicked under his mother's grasping hand
and ran, laughing, back to the pile of
stones
.


...Mr. Summers, who had
time and energy to devote to civic
activities.


There had been,
also, a ritual salute, which the official of the loterry
had had to use...


She [Tessie] tapped Mrs. Delacroix on the
arm as a farewell


Mr. Summers
waited with an expression of polite interest while Mrs.
Dungar answered. 


"All right,
folks," Mr. Summers said, "Let's finish
quickly."



These
examples exaggerate the seemingly simplicity of the annual
ritual.


Also, with Jackson's limited description, there is
a paucity of figurative language used.  Here is what could be
found:



She
tapped Mrs. Delacroix on the arm as a
farewell
.


"It's
not [like is implied]the way it used to be," Old Man Warner said
clearly.  "People ain't [like] the way they used to
be."




 It is this
lack of figurative language and its simple description which deceives the reader into
believing Jackson's "The Lottery" a mild and simple tale.  But, it is the hyperbole, the
exaggeration of this simplicity is what shocks the reader at the
end.

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