describe the theme: THE LOST GENERATION inthe novel All Quiet on the Western Front?
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Why not google the title of the novel and find out for yourself?
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Here are the lyrics:\n\nWhen there is trouble brewing at the front,\n\nAnd trucks are rumbling up the road,\n\nThe men who bear the stormy battle's brunt\n\nKnow who is there to share the load; \n\nThey know who'll go through fiery shot and shell\n\nTo bring supplies for men and gun as well;\n\nYou can be sure the Q.M.'s coming out\n\nFor you can hear the soldiers shout:\n\nCHORUS We're the gang that keeps things moving,\n\nAt the front and post to post,\n\nWhen a soldier has tough going,\n\nWe're the guys he needs the most.\n\nFrom the day he joins the Army\n\n'Til the time he's home once more,\n\nIf he should have to shoot or ride\n\nThe buddies fighting by his side\n\nWill be from the QUARTERMASTER CORPS.
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Dear Friend,\n\nSome hid.\nSome fought.\nSome compromised.\nSome stayed away.\nSome ran.\nSome were the killers.\nand \nSome were the dead.\n\nYour Friend,\nFrancesois
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I can't answer about life on the battle field.  I can tell you a little about life at home.\n\nThere was no butter.  We bought oleomargarine.  It was white.  It came with a packet of yellow food coloring.  You mixed the food coloring in the white oleomargarine to make it look like butter.\n\nLetters were written daily.  Long, rambling letters telling about everything that went on at home that day.\n\nIf you rode the train to visit the base where your father was stationed, it was a long, hot, boring ride.  You had to sit in a seat that was covered with scratchy material.  Most of the time I had to sit on my mother's lap.  The train was full of military traveling to and from bases.\n\nNo matter if you were at home, on the train, or at the base, you listened to the news on the radio.  The room was totally quiet so everyone could hear what was being said.\n\nPeople read newspapers avidly and shared them with their neighbors.\n\nThe blackouts were not enforced for those of us who lived in mid-America.  We did have to be careful but not like the people in England or the people who lived on the east or west coast of America.\n\nMy mother's best friend's husband died in France.  His body was never recovered.  That was hard for her to deal with.  She held a memorial service, but that is not like a funeral with a casket and a body.  It took her a long time to accept his death.\n\nI was so young at that time that I don't remember being without sugar, new clothes, new shoes, or tires for the car.  Those are all things that were rationed and hard to find even when you had the coupons.\n\nPeople were supportive of one another and did more for each other than they did in subsequent wars.  We had paper drives and the whole town participated.  We collected scrap iron.  The children worked odd jobs and received pennies as pay which they took to school to the teacher to help buy a war bond.
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Go placidly amid the noise and haste,\nand remember what peace there may be in silence.\nAs far as possible without surrender\nbe on good terms with all persons.\nSpeak your truth quietly and clearly;\nand listen to others,\neven the dull and the ignorant;\nthey too have their story. \n\nAvoid loud and aggressive persons,\nthey are vexations to the spirit.\nIf you compare yourself with others,\nyou may become vain and bitter;\nfor always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.\nEnjoy your achievements as well as your plans. \n\n\nKeep interested in your own career, however humble;\nit is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.\nExercise caution in your business affairs;\nfor the world is full of trickery.\nBut let this not blind you to what virtue there is;\nmany persons strive for high ideals;\nand everywhere life is full of heroism. \n\n\nBe yourself.\nEspecially, do not feign affection.\nNeither be cynical about love;\nfor in the face of all aridity and disenchantment\nit is as perennial as the grass. \n\n\nTake kindly the counsel of the years,\ngracefully surrendering the things of youth.\nNurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.\nBut do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.\nMany fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.\nBeyond a wholesome discipline,\nbe gentle with yourself. \n\n\nYou are a child of the universe,\nno less than the trees and the stars;\nyou have a right to be here.\nAnd whether or not it is clear to you,\nno doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. \n\n\nTherefore be at peace with God,\nwhatever you conceive Him to be,\nand whatever your labors and aspirations,\nin the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. \n\n\nWith all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,\nit is still a beautiful world.\nBe cheerful.\nStrive to be happy.
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What's the name of the book?  Do a general search for a  summary of the book and you might find one on-line.  If you indicate the name of the book you might get more response.\n\nAnd have you tried SparkNotes on line?
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Bridge to Taribithia by Katherine Paterson; \nthe thief of always - clive barker\nfahrenheit 451 - ray bradbury\nall quiet on the western front - erich maria remarque\nthe thief lord - cornelia funke\nthe adventures of huckleberry finn - mark twain\nlord of the flies - william golding\nartemis fowl: the eternity code - eoin colfer\nthe war of the worlds - h.g. wells\nthe island of dr. moreau - h.g. wells\nthe sword of shannara - terry brooks\nGood luck! Keep reading.
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This is one the well known short stories by Ernest Hemingway.\n\nIn this story , told almost entirely through dialogue, is a conversation between a young woman and a man waiting for a train in Spain. As they talk, it becomes clear that the young woman is pregnant and that the man wants her to have an abortion. Through their tight, brittle conversation, much is revealed about their personalities. At the same time, much about their relationship remains hidden. At the end of the story it is still unclear as to what decision has or has not been made, or what will happen to these two characters waiting for a train on a platform in Spain. \nThe theme that runs through this story is abortion - the author uses different symbolisms like train between two tracks etc., to bring out the theme.\nHe is trying to say that "having a child is better seen as a progressive life change rather than an obstruction." He leaves story, where the reader has to draw their own conclusion on the girl's final decision.
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I'm reminded of this song because today is Nov. 11 (Veterans' Day or Remembrance Day, depending on where you live). It's called 'The Band Played Waltzing Matilda', written by Eric Bogle, I believe. The version I've heard was recorded by Liam Clancy. It tells of a young Australian lad who loved to travel around his country with his backpack, til he joined the army and was sent with the other Aussies to Gallipoli. He was one of the few who returned. It's a very sad song, yet also hauntingly beautiful.  It sums up the tragedy of war, which the young men thought would be such a great adventure.
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Talk To You Later by Lauren Myracle\n\n224 pages | ISBN 0810948214 | Harry N. Abrams\n\nThe first novel told entirely in instant messages!\n\nWith the warmth and wisdom she brought to her first novel, Kissing Kate, Lauren Myracle follows the friendship of three fifteen-year-old girls-Angela (SnowAngel), Maddie (mad maddie), and Zoe (zoegirl)-through the roller coaster ride of tenth grade, with its boy temptation, donut runs, driving lessons, math torture, and queen bee encounters. The winsome threesome handles it all...then life suddenly jumps the tracks. A jerky boy sends peppy Angela into the dumps. Tough Maddie makes a mistake that has the whole school talking. And good girl Zoe ends up in over her head with a flirty teacher. Just when they need one another most, their friendship seems ready to fall apart.\n\nThe distinctive voices of the three girls, as captured in their IMs, give this novel authenticity and heart. It's an epistolary novel for the twenty-first century, from the keyboard of an author whose work has been called "enchanting...uplifting" (VOYA), "unusually candid" (Publishers Weekly), and "insightful" (The Denver Post).
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It is a story about a young boy who is sent to a concentration camp in WWII by the Nazis and how he endures and manages to live through it all. It is a story about the Holocaust. It is brief and is an excellent read. READ it.\n\nGood luck.
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Motto: Ense petit placidam sub libertate quietem \nBy the sword we seek peace, but peace only under liberty\n\nSong: All Hail to Massachusetts   \nwords and music by: Arthur Marsh
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Check out "The Unbearable Lightness of Being" by Milan Kundera.  Parts of the story deal with free speech and it's also just a great book.
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Theme Analysis \n\n\nAlice Walker depicts Zora Neale Hurston's work as providing the \nAfrican-American literary community with its prime symbol of "racial health - a sense of black people as complete, complex, undiminished human beings" (190). Appropriately, Hurston's Their Eyes Were Watching God, published in 1937, provides an enlightening look at the journey of one of these undiminished human beings, Janie Crawford. Janie's story - based on principles of self-exploration, self-empowerment, and self-liberation - details her loss and subsequent attainment of her innocence, as she constantly learns and grows from her difficult experiences with gender issues \nand racism in Their Eyes Were Watching God. \n\nAfter joyfully discovering an archetype for sensuality and love under the pear tree at age sixteen, Janie quickly comes to understand the reality of marriage when she marries Logan Killicks, then Joe Starks. Both men attempt to coerce Janie into submission to them by treating her like a possession: where Killicks works Janie like a mule, Joe objectifies her like a medal around his neck. In addition, Janie learns that passion and love are tied to violence, as Killicks threatens to kill her, and both Joe and Tea Cake beat her to assert their dominance. Yet Janie continually struggles to keep her inner Self intact and strong, remaining resilient in spite of her husbands' \nphysical, verbal, and mental abuse. Janie's resilience is rewarded when she finally meets and marries Tea Cake, who represents the closest semblance to her youthful idealism regarding love and marriage. \nAnother male figure playing prominently in Janie's life is the white man who raped her grandmother; her lineage determines, therefore, that Janie will look whiter than other black women. This fair complexion eventually attracts the ambitious Joe Starks, yet also contributes to Joe's objectification of Janie. Yet, outward appearances aside, Janie's identity takes shape in response to the white male tyranny that made her own birth possible. \n\nFor example, Janie's husband Jody paints his house "a gloaty, sparkly white," (44) humiliates the citizens of Eatonville in similar ways as the white man would, and forces Janie into the slavish servitude reflected by the identity-confining head rag he makes her wear (51). Yet, Janie fights Joe's tyranny by telling him off just before he dies in Chapter Eight, then reclaims her own identity by burning up "every one of her head rags" (85). Similarly, Janie encounters Mrs. Turner, Hurston's symbol of internalized racism, who doesn't "blame de white folks from hating [African-Americans] 'cause Ah can't stand 'em mahself" (135). Again, however, Janie remains true \nto herself as she continues to form her own identity by refusing to leave Tea Cake and class off as Mrs. Turner suggests. \n\nRather than self-destruct under the constant realities of racism and misogyny she receives throughout her life, Janie Crawford does the opposite at the close of Their Eyes Were Watching God. The novel's final image states what Janie does throughout the story - taking her difficult past in and growing stronger and wiser as a result of it. Author Zora Neale Hurston believed that freedom "was something internal….The man himself must make his own emancipation" (189). Likewise, in her defining moment of identity formation, Janie "pulled in her horizon like a great fish-net. Pulled it from around the waist of the world and draped it over her shoulder. So much of life in its meshes! She called in her soul to come and see" (184). At the end of a novel focusing on self-revelation and self-formation, Janie survives with her soul - made resilient by continual struggle - intact.
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Try searching sparknotes.com, they have actual text and summary
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The story opens with a description of North Richmond Street, a"blind," "cold ... .. silent" street where the houses "gazed at one an-other with brown imperturbable faces." It is a street of fixed, decaying conformity and false piety. The boy's house contains the samesense of a dead present and a lost past. The former tenant, a priest,died in the back room of the house, and his legacy-several old yel-lowed books, which the boy enjoys leafing through because they areold, and a bicycle pump rusting in the back yard-become symbolsof the intellectual and religious vitality of the past. The boy, in themidst of such decay and spiritual paralysis, experiences the confusedidealism and dreams of first love and his awakening becomes incom-patible with and in ironic contrast to the staid world about him.\n\nEvery morning before school the boy lies on the floor in thefront parlor peeking out through a crack in the blind of the door,watching and waiting for the girl next door to emerge from her houseand walk to school. He is shy and still boyish. He follows her, walkssilently past, not daring to speak, overcome with a confused sense ofsensual desire and religious adoration. In his mind she is both a saintto be worshipped and a woman to be desired. His eyes are "often fullof tears," and one evening he goes to the back room where the priesthad died. Clasping the palms of his hands together, he murmurs, "0love! 0 love!" in a prayer not to God, but to the concept of love andperhaps even to the girl, his love. Walking with his aunt to shop onSaturday evenings he imagines that the girl's image accompanies him,and that he protects her in "places the most hostile to romance." Inthe mixed symbolism of the Christian and the Romantic or Orientalmyths Joyce reveals the epiphany in the story: "These noises con-verged in a single sensation of life for me: I imagined that I bore mychalice safely through a throng of foes." He is unable to talk to thegirl. Drifting away from his schoolmates' boyish games, the boy hasfantasies in his isolation, in the ecstasy and pain of first love.\n\nFinally the girl speaks to the boy. She asks him if he is going toAraby. He replies that if he does he will bring her a gift, and fromthat moment, his thoughts upon the mixed imagery of the saintly lightupon her hair and the potential sensuality of "the white border of apetticoat," the boy cannot sleep or study. The word Araby "cast anEastern enchantment" over him, and then on the night he is to go tothe bazaar his uncle neglects to return home. Neither the aunt noruncle understands the boy's need and anguish, and thus his isolationis deepened. We begin to see that the story is not so much a story oflove as it is a rendition of the world in which the boy lives.\n\nThe second part of the story depicts the boy's inevitable disap-pointment and realization. In such an atmosphere of "blindness"-the aunt and uncle unaware of the boy's anguish, the girl not con-scious of the boy's love, and the boy himself blind to the true natureof his love-the words "hostile to romance" take on ironic overtones.These overtones deepen when the boy arrives too late at the bazaar.It is closing and the hall is "in darkness." He recognizes "a silencelike that which prevades a church after a service" but the bazaar isdirty and disappointing. Two men are "counting money on a salver"and he listens "to the fall of the coins." A young lady, bored withhim and interested in two men who are flirting with her, cheapensand destroys the boy's sense of an "Eastern enchantment." His love,like his quest for a gift to draw the girl to him in an unfriendly world,ends with his realizing that his love existed only in his mind. Thus\n\nthe theme of the story-the discrepancy between the real and theideal-is made final in the bazaar, a
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Desiderata\n\nGo placidly amid the noise and haste,\nand remember what peace there may be in silence.\nAs far as possible without surrender\nbe on good terms with all persons.\nSpeak your truth quietly and clearly;\nand listen to others,\neven the dull and the ignorant;\nthey too have their story.\n\nAvoid loud and aggressive persons,\nthey are vexations to the spirit.\nIf you compare yourself with others,\nyou may become vain and bitter;\nfor always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.\nEnjoy your achievements as well as your plans.\n\nKeep interested in your own career, however humble;\nit is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.\nExercise caution in your business affairs;\nfor the world is full of trickery.\nBut let this not blind you to what virtue there is;\nmany persons strive for high ideals;\nand everywhere life is full of heroism.\n\nBe yourself.\nEspecially, do not feign affection.\nNeither be cynical about love;\nfor in the face of all aridity and disenchantment\nit is as perennial as the grass.\n\nTake kindly the counsel of the years,\ngracefully surrendering the things of youth.\nNurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.\nBut do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.\nMany fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.\nBeyond a wholesome discipline,\nbe gentle with yourself.\n\nYou are a child of the universe,\nno less than the trees and the stars;\nyou have a right to be here.\nAnd whether or not it is clear to you,\nno doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.\n\nTherefore be at peace with God,\nwhatever you conceive Him to be,\nand whatever your labors and aspirations,\nin the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.\n\nWith all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,\nit is still a beautiful world.\nBe cheerful.\nStrive to be happy.\n\nMax Ehrmann, Desiderata, Copyright 1952.