The short story is written in a third-person narrator. The story is told through Sonia’s eyes, as she is the narrator, though the information and point of view are limited. The story is introduced in medias res, which means the reader is thrown into the story and the attention is pointed at the text, which is also written in an external point of view. Sonia and her boyfriend Peter are studying at a University …show more content…
She is surprised that Peter’s mother does not know this. (p.3, l.51-54) and “I wasn’t planning on staying long,” says Sonia (p. 3, l. 61)
Sonia is very specific that she is not saying for good, and that she is going to Las Vegas. The trip is weighted higher than a future with Peter in Eastmouth.
The town, or more a village, Eastmouth is located near the coast. Peter is glad to be back, and he had missed all the details about this town. Sonia is far from satisfied with the village, and she has not been satisfied on the train ride there as well.
Sonia discovers that the village has a terrible view; no other land is visible from the promenade. This could symbolize her loneliness. Feeling like the only human in miles, with no help from anyone …show more content…
She is different from them, and it is so clearly. “You are home!” Taking Sonia’s jacket, looking at its bright colors, she says to Sonia, “Blue and green should never be seen!” and then she puts the jacket away. (p.3, l. 31-32)
The mother is in disgust of her jacket, and later in the text, the jacket disappears.
The Websters, including peter, like the fact the town never changes. They almost admire it. “’Look’, says Peter, ‘Cannon and Ball’. He is beaming, cheerful when he says, ‘Nothing changes’” (p. 2, l. 27-28) and another example; Sonia looking around at the décor, says to Peter, “I doubt they’ve changed a thing since your parents first came here.” Peter touches the flock wallpaper and says, “That’s a nice thought” (p.5, l.130-132)
Sonia seems like a not-outdoor kind of person. The story starts with her comparing Eastmouth to all her other trips, as a child, to seaside resorts. This does not bring any good memories in her. It is like so many of the seaside resorts from her childhood. She remembers one whose tarred pebbles left their sticky blackness on her bare feet and legs and the seat of her swimsuit. She had to be scrubbed red raw in the bath at the B&B.” (p.2, l.