For Literacy . . .
Of Mice and Men (Chapter 3 continued . . .)
“The silence came into the room. And the silence lasted.” What is this in reference to?
Why do you think Candy turned to the wall at the end of the scene?
conceal – He reached down and picked the tiny puppy from where Lennie had been concealing it against his stomach.
gnaw – There came a little gnawing sound from under the floor.
Writing a Character Description
When writing a story, it is important to describe a character to the reader so that the reader “sees” the character. In the novella, Of Mice and Men, John Steinbeck does a good job describing his characters. Below, I have given you two examples of this: Steinbeck’s description of Curley’s wife, and Steinbeck’s description of Slim. Study Steinbeck’s format for writing his character descriptions, and then write a character sketch based on yourself or a friend.
A girl was standing there looking in. She had full, rouged lips and wide-spaced eyes, heavily made up. Her fingernails were red. Her hair hung in little rolled clusters, like sausages. She wore a cotton house dress and red high heeled shoes, on the insteps of which were little bouquets of red ostrich feathers. Her voice had a nasal, brittle quality.
A tall man stood in the doorway. He held a crushed Stetson hat under his arm while he combed his long, black, damp hair straight back. Like the others, he wore blue jeans and a short denim jacket. When he had finished combing his hair he moved into the room, and he moved with a majesty only achieved by royalty and master craftsmen. He was a jerkline skinner, the prince of the ranch, capable of driving ten, sixteen, even twenty mules with a single line to the leaders. He was capable of killing a fly on the wheeler’s butt with a bull whip without touching the mule. There was a gravity in his manner and a quiet so profound that all talk stopped when he spoke. His authority was so great that his word was taken on any subject, be it politics or love. This was Slim, the jerkline skinner. His hatchet face was ageless. He might have been thirty-five or fifty. His ear heard more than was said to him, and his slow speech had overtones not of thought, but of understanding beyond thought. His hands, large and lean, were as delicate in their action as those of a temple dancer.