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Title Book: Turning Angel Part 1 Prologue to Chapter 2 inclusive Author : Greg Iles ISBN 10: 0008100047 ISBN 13: 9780008100049 Publisher : HarperCollins Publishers Category :Languages :Pages : 32 File Type : PDF EPUB DOCX TEXT File Size : 49,8 Mb Total Download : 395
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The second thriller in the New York Times No.1 bestselling series featuring Penn Cage: a man who must face the dark heart of the Deep South – and question everything he believes in.
This novel has been serialized into 5 parts – this is PART 1 of 5 (Prologue to Chapter 2 of 42)
Rape and murder aren’t new to the Deep South, but when the body of a popular high school girl is found dumped in the local river, the whole town of Natchez, Mississippi is shocked.
Penn Cage no longer practises law, but when his best friend Drew is accused of the murder and asks for help, Penn must face the hardest questions of his life: Can he defend Drew against the town, the police and overwhelming evidence?
Or could it be true that his friend is a brutal killer who has deceived Penn and everyone else?
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It is the late twentieth century. For years, the Soviet Union and the United States have been in a race to create the first spaceship with a nuclear drive. Reinhold is the main scientist for the U.S.; Konrad Schneider is the USSR's specialist. However, just as both scientists are poised for success, giant alien spaceships appear from the skies and land over every major world city.Chapter 2
The first chapter takes place five years after the prologue. The Overlords, as the humans call the aliens, have "conquered" all of Earth and set about instituting many new changes. For six days after their arrival, the ships had hovered over the cities, watching the worlds' reaction. On the sixth day, the voice of the being that humans would come to call the Supervisor, Karellen, was relayed across every radio frequency. Speaking perfect English, Karellen informed all of Earth that its affairs were being taken over. Instantly, nations realized their sovereignty was at an end. One superpower attempted to destroy a rival by firing a nuclear missile at an Overlord ship, but the missile had simply vanished into thin air. Only one government had refused to submit to the admittedly fair demands of the Overlords. The Republic of South Africa would not end its policy of discrimination, so the Overlords mysteriously blocked out the sun for half an hour. Afterward, no further demonstrations of power were needed. From then on, life steadily improved for all of humanity throughout the world, as the Overlords effected their changes.
While most of the Overlords' commands are transmitted through text messages, the Earth does have one personal liaison to Karellen: Stormgren, the Secretary- General of the United Nations. As the chapter begins, Stormgren is about to meet with Wainwright, a clergyman and the leader of the Freedom League, an organizatio that opposes the domination of the Overlords, despite the Overlords' so-far friendly attitude. The Freedom League objects to the "coddling" of the Overlords, meddling in human affairs. They don't like the idea of the World Federation, the Overlords' plan for a world government. Even more importantly, they object to the fact that the Overlords will not reveal what they look like. Even Stormgren, who has met with Karellen for years, has never actually seen him. Stormgren agrees to address the League's concerns at his next meeting with the Supervisor.
Stormgren accordingly visits Karellen soon after. He is taken up in a tiny, egg- shaped ship to Karellen's ship, which hovers fifty kilometers over New York. Karellen already knows all about the interview with Wainwright, because the Overlords have spying devices all over Earth. Karellen banters with Stormgren, and points out that men like Wainwright fear Karellen because he is a powerful threat to the world's religions. He knows that they wonder how long the Overlords have been watching mankind, and whether they know the truth behind Buddha, Christ and Muhammed. As for revealing himself, Karellen tells Stormgren that he will consult his superiors and ask for permission.Analysis
Childhood's End was developed from one of Clarke's earlier short stories, "Guardian Angel." The main conceit of both "Guardian Angel" and the first half of Childhood's End is taking the old cliché of the "alien invasion" and turning it on its head. The Overlords don't start blowing up every Earth capital. Instead, they use their power to stop governments from fighting among themselves. The Overlords work to end war, disease, and hunger, and raise the standard of living for everyone on Earth. The primary method of achieving this is the discreet but firm use of power. Tasks like absorbing nuclear missiles without so much as an explosion and blotting out the sun present few difficulties to the Overlords but still have a maximum effect. Neither results in a loss of human life. The theory used by the Overlords is actually somewhat similar to the idea of deterrence used in the Cold War between the United States and the Soviet Union. The giant nuclear missiles built by both countries were not intended to ever be fired, though they were capable of it; they were intended only to deter the other superpower from attempting to attack. The Overlords work the same way: they make their vast powers known so the humans don't make any foolish moves, but they do not intend to use that power to create human suffering.
However, both violent and beneficent "invasions" are still invasions, and Wainwright and his Freedom League are representative of that. One of the themes of Childhood's End is the question of freedom and what it entails. Regardless of how much better the Overlords make things for humans, they are basically coddling humanity. With their displays of power, the Overlords cow humanity into a form of submission. Admittedly, it's the most pleasant form of submission possible; as the novel progresses, life on Earth comes closer and closer to a utopia. But even utopias have their limitations, particularly in keeping the populace from being bored. But regardless of boredom, it is very likely that humans would become restless in a utopia (as Jan Rodricks does later in the novel). But the problems of a utopian society become more important later in the book. "Guardian Angel," the short story upon which Childhood's End is based, is less concerned with the creation of a utopian society as it is with humanity's desire to see what Karellen and his fellow Overlords look like. For reasons unknown to both the characters and the reader at this early point in the novel, Karellen refuses to reveal the physical appearance of the Overlords. This refusal is a key issue for the Freedom League; it is difficult to trust the Overlords, despite all their actions, without having seen them.
The first intelligent, gripping thriller in New York Times bestselling author Greg Iles's Penn Cage series.
Natchez, Mississippi. Jewel of the South. City of old money and older sins. And childhood home of Houston prosecutor Penn Cage.
In the aftermath of a personal tragedy, this is where Penn has returned for solitude. This is where he hopes to find peace. What he discovers instead is his own family trapped in a mystery buried for thirty years but never forgotten—the town’s darkest secret, now set to trap and destroy Penn as well.
From the Paperback edition.
Greg Iles is the New York Times bestselling author of the Penn Cage series. His novels have been made into films, translated into more than twenty languages, and published in more than thirty-five countries worldwide.
From the Paperback edition.
THE QUIET GAME Preposterous, but eminently suspenseful, legal procedural about a Mississippi river town's buried secrets, by the author of Mortal Fear (1996), etc. Penn Cage, once a Texas prosecutor, now an infinitely wealthy bestselling lawyer-novelist, can—t get over the recent cancer death of his wife, and is just a bit troubled about death threats from the brother of a demented white supremacist he put on
LibraryThing Review I actually read this out of order - after the 2nd Penn Cage novel. I liked the 2nd one better, but this was still a great listen. Iles is a gifted storyteller.
I live in a world of darkness.
But I feel safe here and I know I was loved.
I live in a world of silence.
Until I heard that first crack, then my world was no longer dark or silent.
There is a sliver of light and in that light I see her.
And I know she is mine, but more importantly, I am hers.
The sunlight was streaming through the tree tops as Annabel walked through the woods, she was surrounded on all sides by tall, thin silver birch trees, with the large and mighty oak trees scattered about here and there. Annabel had a small rough, hessian sack slung over her shoulder and she would occasional put down the fire wood she was collecting and bend down and pick up some horse-chestnuts, with there shiny hard brown shells, which she would roast when they had little else to eat.
Annabel shuddered as the cold autumn breeze blew under her worn grey shawl and she pulled it tighter around her shoulders. She really should make herself a new one, Annabel thought as the shawl barely covered her shoulders anymore. But she could not bear to replace it, her mother had made it for her the winter before she had died and it always helped her remember her mother when she would wear it. It was almost like being held in her mothers embrace again and she could close her eyes and imagine her mothers eyes shining down at her with love. As she stood in such a place of beauty, where the leaves that had fallen to the ground shone as if they were forged of gold, her thoughts turned darker.
Why does this world have to be such a cruel place, Annabel mused as she headed home, but she did not know if it had always been that way as she was only sixteen summers old. She had yet to venture far from her village; in fact the furthest she had ever been was when she had to collect the firewood in the surrounding forest and when she could, berries and other things she could find that was edible for her family to eat. But what consisted of her small and lonely world certainly had no kindness in it.
Most people in the village found the woods a little creepy and where weary to venture into them too far, but to Annabel it was the closest to peace that she ever got. Maybe old superstitions kept them away, but Annabel had never really hung around with many people from the village to hear if any of it was true. Annabel loved the smell of the wild flowers she often saw among the tall trees; which came in so many different colors, but the tiny purple flowers were by far her favorites. The best part about the forest was the sound of the small creatures and birds that called the place their home. She often also saw deer running or grazing among the trees, but even though her family often had little to eat, only the Lord of their village was allowed to hunt in the forest. Even the sounds of little rodents scratching at the tree trunks or scurrying around looking for food added with the other sounds to make a tune that was like a peaceful song to her.
So the time she got to spend there was like a balm to her very soul, although she rarely stayed longer than needed to collect the wood for that day; she had learnt her lesson the hard way. The threat of a firm whack across her face from her father for taking so long made sure she did not dare to enjoy the peace for long. Remembering the sting from his hand she automatically put her hand to her cheek wincing, it was not the worse Annabel had ever had but she still remembered the pain.
Annabel was almost sure her father was not always so cruel; she remembers a time when he would laugh and often smile. But she was very young then and the memories had faded over the years, almost to the point she might believe she made it all up. Now all she ever sees is his anger and disappointment, she sometimes wonders if he sees a daughter anymore or just another mouth to feed. He was always shouting about the hours he put into working the corn fields and how ungrateful she seemed to be, he never even considered the work she did every day. She had been doing the work a mother should since she was six, raising her younger brother as best she could who took after her father so much in his attitude towards her.
As she got closer to the outskirts of her village and the trees began to thin out a little letting in more light, she started to shake slightly, it always happened like this. It would always take her a few minutes to remember she was strong and she had survived so far, she would keep on surviving no matter what and the shaking would slowly stop. Just then Annabel saw a majestic pale white butterfly land on nearby branch and she remembered her dreams of one day being free and leaving this place behind. She still had a spark of light she thought that she held onto tight and her father could not touch it, she hid it deep among her mothers memories and kept them both safe.
Annabel's home was almost in the center of their small village. Their small cobbled stoned house was surrounded by the farmer's homes and their fields, where her father worked. A few of the farmers even had the luxury of owning some livestock, but her family could very rarely afford the luxury of fresh meat or the cheese one of the farmer's wife's made. So it gave her the time she needed to brace herself, but she always had to walk past many other houses before she came upon her own home and the stares never helped. She felt very isolated here and had no real friends.
As soon as Annabel's home came into view she saw her father stood waiting in their doorway, large enough that he took up the whole space, he was looking at her with his dark brown eyes that almost looked black with the anger she had become accustomed to. She tried not to shy away from him as he moved to let her pass through the old red door that barely held on, she did not know if that was from how old and ill repaired their home was or the amount of times her father had slammed it.
Annabel's younger brother Ethan was sitting playing with some of his old toys on the cold bare floor of their small living space and as he heard her approach he turned to her and gave her as much as an angry face as her father had with the same dark eyes. Just as she was putting the firewood in front of their small fireplace which was their main source of heat, her father bellowed at her "where is our food? I work all day and come back to see my ungrateful daughter absent and no food prepared"
The shock of the sudden sound made her drop the fire wood all over, scrambling to pick it up; she noticed his large muscles in his arms flexing which made her even more scared, it was always a sign his anger was reaching its peak if she was not careful. Annabel very meekly and quietly replied to her father "It will not be long father" and then she scurried off to their small kitchen to heat up the vegetable soup she had already prepared earlier, she was cramped in the space which was little more than a small stove and a couple of cupboards. They had ran out of the dried meat, she usually used in the soup and Annabel very much hoped that it would not start another argument
Another day in this living hell she mused and she did not know if to miss her mother or envy her the peace she must have found when she left this mortal world.More from fallenangel1979
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He had not let her see him yet, but he still watched her.
Annabel lay awake waiting, on her small straw mattress, trying to breathe slowly and not move. She did not want her father, who was still awake and drinking watered down ale, he'd thought he kept well hidden under his own mattress to know she was still awake.
Annabel's bed was the furthest away from the small fire, so she felt less warmth from it, but the smoke still made her want to cough. The heated stones Annabel had placed at her feet had long since lost their warmth and her old small scratchy blanket did little to keep away the bitter cold as the wind whistled outside and cause the loose tiles on the roof to moan.
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He is getting bigger now and stronger, it is so near time to show himself to her.
He knows he can trust her, he does not know how he knows this but he does.
She still seems so sad, but she is not alone like he is and soon he will not be alone too.
As Annabel walked back through her village to reach her home, she kept getting these strange looks from the people she passed. Annabel saw the usual pitying looks from the older women of the village, but it was more than that. She had no understanding what these new looks meant but they made her feel claustrophobic. Annabel started to get more nervous the closer to her home she got and the shaking she once managed to control has come back and she nearly drops the bundle of firewood all over the muddy path that leading to her house. Annabel didn't know what to expect when she finally arrived at her home, her father wasn't waiting at the door for her like he usually did and as she stepped into their small hou
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He did not know how long he would have to wait, but something told him it would not be long now.
He watched and he learned.
He did not know why she always looked so sad, but soon he would take her away from here.
Life had become almost unbearable the last couple of months for Annabel, she did not know why, but her father would often come stumbling home drunk, and even more angry than he usually was. How he found the coin to get in that way she did not know, times had been hard for everyone in Annabel's village lately. Like most, her family struggled to survive on her father's small wages, their small home had never been much, but it was now falling apart around them. Some of the tiles on the roof had even cracked and they could not afford to replace them, so rain water tended to leak through whenever it rained.
Annabel looked down at her sore and chapped hands, which stung from the soap she was using to clean her family's clothes, as she knelt over an old smal
Levi x Reader Chapter 4
"Oi, _____, where are you?"
". Down here." You were huddled in front of the fire, watching the flames flicker and dance as you warmed and relaxed your achy, chilled hands.
"Are you cold?" Eren asked.
You grinned. "I'm only sitting in front of the fire with both my jacket and my cloak on. What does it look like to you?"
"You're so harsh," he snorted, not phased.
"Don't blame me. You're the one asking the dumb questions."
"Well, I have the right to be tired I had to redo ALL of my rooms and you didn't," he excused, setting both of his elbows on the table, holding his head up with his hands. "I heard you got done super early."
"If you did your work right in the first place, you wouldn't have to do it all over again," you retorted, enjoying the battle of wits.
"She didn't get off early, brat," you heard Levi respond. "She went and cleaned up the basement where you'll be staying on her own initiative just so you'd be comfortable down there at night. You should be thanking her."
Shinigami x reader - Pocky GameEDIT 24/8/2014: NO MORE NEW NAMES WILL BE ADDED. THE ONES ON THE COMING SOON LIST ARE THE LAST OF THIS FANFIC
Welcome! To the pocky version for the shinigami's! Your favourite shinigami doesn't have his version? Give me that name and I'll do my best to make one!
Being an x-captain in the very soul society. you just HAD to visit that place again. The place where you were raised by Yamamoto himself. Currently you live in Karakura town. Quite a sight, might you say. And in someone's life, there's always an apple of their eyes. Even you have one. he was charming. Very charming.
Your best friend, Rangiku, always tries her best to hook the two of you up. Even though most of the times it goes horribly wrong. This time, she asked you to play pocky with him. she gave you a box of it and practically dragged you over to where he was.
The Hidden Truth - Link x Reader Chap 01
Opening your eyes by obligation to the brisk morning, and the harsh sound of the cloth covering your windows being rudely flung open, you see you're best friend standing by the medium sized window, looking out at farmland her family owns. She and her father were so kind enough to let you live there, after your village had gotten burned down by Po's, lands yonder. You rubbed your sleepy eyes and groan softly, as she turns to smile at you. "Tee hee, not a Farm Girl, are you?" She giggles, brushing out her long sun kissed, golden orange hair, while walking to your bedside. She smooths out some of the wrinkles, and sits down next to your legs. You sigh, and sit up to your best abilities, as you feel groggy, and can barely keep your eyelids from shutting on you. Back in your home, you had a decent sleeping schedule, you know staying up late sometimes, but always awake during the day. Here at the Ranch, you wake up at the crack of dawn, to the Cuckoo's crow. You give out a lazy yawn, and gru
Surprise Surprise: Sasori x Reader
Surprise Surprise: Sasori x Reader
Dedicated to my dear friend Karina, since she always got Sasori when taking quizzes lol.
You were a Konoha ninja sent to deliver a message to the Sunagakure. You had been venturing out for about one and a half days and you were tired. It was about three in the afternoon and you were also hungry. You took out an apple and some bread and sat under a tree, enjoying a small lunch.
After a few minutes of eating, you see a tree across the way with what looked like a redhead teenager napping. You took your food and tiptoed across the branches to see who it was.
It didn’t look like anyone you knew, though. He had a black coat and a red cloud on it.
You knew immediately it was Akatsuki. You contemplated whether or not to attack him.
”I just don’t feel like it’s right to attack him like this,” one side of you thought.
”But If I do attack him, I’ll get rewarded, but it will go against my way of life
Confessions Chapter 1 (Percy Jackson X Reader) (SORRY EYE COLOR NOT OPTIONAL!)
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You sat on the edge of the river with just your feet in the water. You felt the coolness of water rush under your feet and, every once and a while, the smoothness of a fish passing over your toes. The feeling always made you giggle and your eyes light up. Today felt different though, better somehow. You had seen the newcomer, Percy. You were amazed at his bravery and honesty but didn’t converse with him. You never did with anyone. You never fel
Immortals- Jeff The Killer x Reader Part 8 You awoke on a soft bed with purple silk sheets. You opened your eyes and realized that you were in a room that was completely unfamiliar to you.
You slid out the bed and ran towards the door. You pulled on the handle, it was locked.
Furious, you pounded on the door. "Let me out. What kind of joke is this??"
Suddenly you heard the handle click and the door opened.
"What the. "
You stepped out into a long hallway. The walls and tiles were a dark shade of purple.
You ran down to the end of the hallway and stepped through the doorway into a large room.
The room was unbelievably huge. You looked to your right and saw a tall set of doors.
You ran for them and pushed. The doors didn't even budge. Out of the corner of your vision you saw a cloud of black smoke rushing at you from both sides. It wrapped around your arms tightly, making you yell out in pain. You squirmed, trying to escape the grip of the Agents.
Free Me (BEN Drowned x Reader) Part 12
You watched in shock as the broken grey pieces hit the floor like rain. You quickly ran to him, grabbing ahold of his shoulders.
BEN simply moved you aside and smiled down at Alex.
You weren't sure why, but something about BEN's aura seemed off.
"Stupid human. Did you actually think I could be killed?"
"Stay away from my sister." Alex growled.
"______ is mine." BEN said simply.
Alex's face contorted angrily.
"You don't belong in this world. You should have died all those years ago when you drowned you goddamn abomination."
That was the last straw for BEN.
He took a step towards Alex, fists clenched.
"It's really simple actually. My little games with you and your sister were merely to pass the time. But now I think its time to fulfill my original plans:"
BEN's eye color intensified until it became hard to look at.
His smile quickly morphed into something more sinister.
"Making this entire world mine."
BEN's words scared you.
In an instant you could feel y
Levi x Reader Chapter 3
"So, _____, how many titans did YOU kill?"
Shrugging, you replied to the blonde Erd, "I'm not sure. I wasn't really counting. There were too many of them bastards to kill to have time for that!"
"Huh. Explains why Commander Erwin was so interested in you, then," Auruo responded. "Can you at least hazard a guess?"
Petra shot daggers at Auruo with her heated glare. Their relationship was very argumentative and contrary towards one another, but it was obvious they were close. "Do you know how traumatizing it is to have her relive that horror?"
You rode along on your horse contemplatively. The sun was now high in the sky, and the elite team of Survey Corps members rode idly through a thick forest, keeping out of sight and as far away from the main paths as possible. This made the journey to the abandoned Scouting Legion HQ the corporal informed you of a much straighter path, but any time saved in the process was lost to the slower movement through the underbrush.
"Let's see, not counting t
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia Angel Pavement
Author J. B. Priestley
Country United Kingdom
Publisher William Heinemann Ltd
Publication date August 1930
Media type Print (Hardcover)
Angel Pavement is a novel by J. B. Priestley, published in 1930 after the enormous success of The Good Companions. It is often paired with An English Journey (1934).
It is a social panorama of the city of London, seen largely through the eyes of the employees of the firm Twigg & Dersingham, on the first floor of No. 8, Angel Pavement. Their lives are changed after the arrival of a mysterious Mr Golspie, who assures the future of their veneer-and-inlay company through imports from the Baltic. The story is set against the background of the Great Depression.
Dedicated to C. S. Evans, his editor at Heinemann, it was begun in October 1929, worked on in London and then at Kingswear in Devon, and completed in April 1930. It sold nearly as well as its predecessor. Priestley's next novel was the relatively unambitious Faraway (1932); most of his energies in the 1930s were devoted to plays.Contents [hide]
The second chapter introduces the tobacconist T. Benenden, and shows Mr Smeeth's family and home life. The next morning, Dersingham still has not returned to the office, and during lunch Mr Smeeth hears an unpleasant story about the failure of an umbrella firm called Claridge & Molton. He wonders if Mr Dersingham's absence indicates that they are all about to lose their jobs. But at five, Mr Dersingham returns and informs Mr Smeeth that the newcomer has offered a cheap supply of veneers from the Baltic, and their immediate future is assured. The next evening, Mr Golspie takes Mr Smeeth out for a drink at the White Horse, and tells him he ought to ask for a rise.
A new typist is employed, Poppy Sellers, and Mr Dersingham invites Mr Golspie to a black tie dinner party at his home. The party is not a success, firstly because of the incompetence of the servants and secondly because of the unexpected arrival of the daughter, Lena Golspie, who quarrels with Miss Verever and Mrs Dersingham.
The fourth chapter depicts one of the miserable weekends of the lonely young clerk, Mr Turgis, who wanders around London taking in any amusements he can afford. On the Monday after, he sees Lena Golspie for the first time, and is smitten. The fifth chapter depicts the narrow world of the typist, Miss Matfield, and her disastrous date with Norman Birtley, which is enlivened only by an accidental meeting with Mr Golspie, who gives her a box of chocolates on a whim. Later on Mr Golspie seems even more glamorous, when, shortly before leaving for a short trip, he asks her to take down letters on board the moored steamship Lemmala, and pours her some vodka.
Mr Smeeth obtains a rise in salary, and after talking to Benenden, he celebrates by going to a concert at Queen's Hall, where he enjoys Brahms's First Symphony. On returning home he finds out that his daughter Edna has been sacked, but he is not terribly dismayed; he admits to his wife that he has been given a rise, something which he had been planning to keep secret. On Saturday night his wife's cousin, Fred Mitty, and his family, arrive for a party, and Mr Smeeth quickly comes to loathe them after they wreck the parlour and damage some of his clothes.
Mr Turgis has become obsessed with Lena Golspie, and jumps on a chance to see her again when he delivers some money from her father. She is bored, and takes him out to the cinema, flirting with him afterwards. They go on a second date, but she does not turn up to a third date, and he is devastated. Mr Golspie returns shortly before Christmas, goes away again on Christmas Eve, and returns again in time for New Year's Eve, on which he contrives to take Miss Matfield out for the night. They begin to go on dates secretly.
Mr Smeeth falls out with his wife, and is later disturbed by the departure of the office boy Stanley and a road accident involving the tobacconist Benenden. His son George seems to be employed by crooks, and Mr Golspie makes an arrangement with Mr Dersingham which strikes Smeeth as suspicious. He goes to visit Benenden at the hospital.
James Golspie, and his daughter Lena, of 4a Carrington Villas, Maida Vale, W9
The Dersinghams, of 34a Barkfield Gardens, SW5
Howard Bromport Dersingham, nephew of the original owner
Mrs Dersingham, his wife
Friends of the Dersinghams
Mr and Mrs Pearson, retired from Singapore (ch. 3 and 11)
Miss Verever, a distant relation of Mrs Dersingham (ch. 3 and 11)
Major Trape and Mrs Trape, an estate agent and his wife (ch. 3)
Agnes, a servant of the Dersinghams (ch. 3)
The cook employed by the Dersinghams (ch. 3)
The Smeeths, of 17 Chaucer Road, Stoke Newington, N16
Herbert Norman Smeeth, the cashier
Edie Smeeth, his wife
George (20) and Edna (17), their children
Friends of the Smeeths
Fred Mitty, a cousin of Edie who lives in a Northern city
Mrs Mitty, and the daughter, Dot
Mr and Mrs Dalby, neighbours from no. 11 (ch. 6)
Harold Turgis, the young clerk, of 9 Nathaniel Street
Mr and Mrs Pelumpton, his landlords
Park, a fellow lodger with socialist views (ch. 4)
The foreign landlady at Carrington Villas (ch. 7 and 10)
Stanley Poole, the office boy
Gregory Thorpe, his replacement (ch. 11)
Miss Matfield's circle
Lilian Matfield, the 29-year-old typist, who lives at the Burpenfield Club
Miss Tattersby, the Secretary at Burpenfield
Evelyn Ansdell, a friend of Miss Matfield (ch. 5)
Miss Morrison and Miss Cadnam, other friends who live at Burpenfield
Miss Kersey, a dreary Burpenfield resident
Mr Norman Birtley, a young man who goes on dates with Miss Matfield (ch. 5)
Poppy Sellers, a new typist
T. Benenden, a tobacconist in Angel Pavement
Mrs Cross, the cleaner (ch. 1)
Mr Goath, the salesman (ch. 1)
The preface is a collection of free-standing statements that form a manifesto about the purpose of art, the role of the artist, and the value of beauty. Signed by Oscar Wilde. the preface serves as a primer for how Wilde intends the novel to be read. He defines the artist as "the creator of beautiful things," and the critic as "he who can translate into another manner or new material his impression of beautiful things." He condemns anyone who finds ugliness where there is beauty as "corrupt." He states that a book can be neither moral or immoral, and that morality itself serves only as "part of the subject matter" of art. Since art exists solely to communicate beauty, Wilde warns against reading too much into any work of art: "Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril." The preface ends with the whimsical statement that "All art is quite useless"; earlier, however, we are told that the "only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely."
Chapter 1 opens with a description of Basil Hallward. a respected but reclusive painter, who is entertaining his friend, Lord Henry Wotton. It is a beautiful spring day. Lord Henry admires Basil's latest work-in-progress, a full-length portrait of a beautiful young man, and urges him to show it at a gallery. Basil says that he never will because he has "put too much of myself into it." Lord Henry laughs at him, mistaking his meaning, and says that the painter is nothing like the boy in the picture. In the following discussion, it becomes clear that Lord Henry often speaks in elaborate, cynical, even paradoxical aphorisms, while Basil is a simpler man with more purely romantic values. Basil clarifies his earlier statement by saying that "every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter."
The discussion turns towards the sitter, whom Basil describes as a delightfully pure and naive young man named Dorian Gray. Lord Henry insists on meeting the man, but Basil refuses. He wants to protect the boy's innocent purity from Lord Henry's cynical, sensualist influence. It becomes clear that Basil has very strong feelings for Dorian, bordering on adulation. To Basil's chagrin, the butler announces Dorian's unexpected arrival, and the artist implores of Lord Henry: "He has a simple and a beautiful nature. Don't spoil him. Don't take away from me the one person who gives my art whatever charm it posseses."
Lord Henry and Dorian are introduced, and begin talking as Basil prepares his paints and brushes. Henry is immediately taken by the boy's charm and good looks, and Dorian is quickly impressed with Henry's conversational acumen and firmly unorthodox views of morality. Controlling his jealousy, Basil asks Henry to leave so that Dorian can pose for the picture in peace. Dorian insists that Henry stay, Basil relents, and Henry continues to dazzle the model with an impromtu lecture on how people ought to be less inhibited so that one might "realise one's nature perfectly." As he paints, Basil notes that "a look had come into the lad's face that he had never seen before." It is this look of revelation that the artist captures in his painting. Lord Henry's lecture makes Dorian feel that "entirly fresh influences were at work within him," and he marvels that "mere words" could have this effect. Lord Henry sees clearly the effect that he has on Dorian, and is proud of it. Dorian and his new friend adjourn to the garden as Basil puts the finishing touches on his work. In the garden, Henry tells the boy that "Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul," and that he has "the most marvellous youth, and youth is the one thing worth having." The conversation then turns towards beauty, and Henry asserts that it has "the divine right of soverignity," that beauty gives power to those who have it, and that nothing in the world is greater. He warns Dorian that his beauty will someday fade, a prospect that horrifies the impressionable young man.
Basil then informs the pair that the painting is complete. Upon seeing the painting, Dorian is overwhelmed with joy and wonder at its beauty. It is his first unabashed immersion into vanity. As soon as he thinks of how precious his beauty is, however, he remembers Lord Henry's statement about the fleetingness of youth and flies into a fit, becoming enraged at the portrait because it will always retain its beauty, while he is destined to grow old. In a fit of passion, he thinks, "If only it were the other way! If only it were I who was to be always young, and the picture was to grow old! For that. I would give my soul for that!" Seeing Dorian's distress, Basil grabs a knife and moves to destroy the painting. Dorian stops him, saying that it would be murder, and that he is in love with the work. Basil promises to give the picture to Dorian as a gift, and tells him that it will be delivered to him as soon as it is dried and lacquered.
Lord Henry is fascinated by Dorian's behavior, and the two make plans to go to the theater together that night. Basil objects, and asks Dorian to dine with him instead. Dorian declines and leaves with Lord Henry, saying that he will call on Basil tomorrow.
The preface was not included in the first printings of the novel, but was added later by Wilde as a direct response to accusations of immorality and indecency. Several of the statements made in the preface are thus purely defensive: for example, Wilde writes that "When critics disagree the artist is in accordance with himself." However, the preface also establishes many of the novel's major themes and provides the reader with a means of interpreting different aspects of the story.
The opening chapters introduce us to the novel's major players. We learn a great deal about Lord Henry, Basil, and Dorian, and are provided with information that will inform the development of the story. The ways that Wilde portrays each character's personality are particularly notable. For instance, the reader meets the incomplete portrait of Dorian before Dorian himself even makes his first appearance. Dorian exists as a beautiful but essentially superficial image first and foremost, even before he exists as a human being. After all, the title of the book is The Picture of Dorian Gray . suggesting that the novel is about the image of the man, rather than about the man himself. In this manner, Wilde begins to blur the distinction between man and image (a practice that begins in earnest when the picture comes to reflect the true nature of Dorian's soul), raising questions as to the true location of one's identity, and the value of superficiality. Lord Henry remarks that "It is only shallow people who do not judge by appearances" (21), and Wilde offers the reader no choice but to do so in this instance. Like Basil, who seems more smitten with Dorian as a model than as a person, like Lord Henry, who claims to value beauty above all else, and like Victorian society in general, the book itself seems more concerned with the image of the protagonist than with the man himself.
At times, both Basil and Lord Henry seem to ascribe to ideals consistent with those of the author. Basil asserts that "there is nothing that art cannot express"; is a dirct rephrasing of the line "the artist can express everything" from the preface. Lord Henry's habit of constantly spouting "profound" aphorisms and his languid, sensual personality recall Wilde's own social persona. However, to assume that either character is intended to be read as a representation of Wilde himself is a fallacy. Both characters also express opinions that directly contradict with the beliefs found in the preface; a fact that becomes clearer as the novel progresses.
Basil's reclusiveness is mentioned early on almost as an afterthought, but plays an important role later in the novel. Since he customarily withdraws from society on a regular basis, his absence is unremarkable when he eventually disappears for good. Another notable aspect of Basil's character is his personal devotion to Dorian. There are a number of indications that the painter is smitten with Dorian on more than a professional level. These feelings, based on Dorian's beauty and purity, eventually lead to rejection by the boy, and ultimately to Basil's alleged inability to create any more great art.
The second chapter, in which Dorian himself makes his first appearance, describes the beginning of Dorian's corruption at the hands of Lord Henry. It also introduces Dorian's inadvertantly faustian bargain, as the boy pleads for the picture to age in his place. Worth noting is the fact that Lord Henry invites Dorian into Basil's garden as he delivers his lecture on youth, beauty, and the value of immorality. This Eden-like setting emphasizes the fact that Dorian's response to Henry's words represents the boy's fall from grace; it is Dorian's original sin.
Dorian's initial response to the portrait recalls the statement made in the preface that "Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming." The painting is a masterpiece, certainly a "beautiful thing," but the image sparks jealousy and hatred in Dorian because it reminds him of the fleeting nature of his own youth. He is already "corrupt without being charming," but this marks the starting point of his steady fall from grace. Basil's attempt to destroy the painting with a knife, and Dorian's exclamation that "It would be murder" foreshadows the events that take place in chapters 13 and 20.How To Cite http://www.gradesaver.com/the-picture-of-dorian-gray/study-guide/summary-the-preface-and-chapters-1-and-2 in MLA Format
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Basil is a reclusive painter much respected by the London aristocracy. He admires Dorian to the point of adulation and paints many portraits of him, finally creating his masterpiece, the titular picture. Basil introduces Dorian to Lord Henry.
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