The
Forest is a short
story written by Andrea Barrett. It depicts an unusual encounter between a famous
scientist Krzysztof Wojciechowicz and a young girl called Bianca who drops out
graduate school. They meet in Constance’s institute where scientists get
together and both feel awkward to join that circle. Later they talk about their
past life, go to the park that Bianca discovered, then Krzysztof gets hurt. In the
end, they have different choices, one is “back”, the other is “away”. This
story always makes me think about a question: where does life lead us to?
Through
reading, main characters’ images are vivid not only appearance. Krzysztof, an
old scientist, seems not very good at dealing with people. He is nostalgic,
misses the old times, the forest in Poland, his mother, the bison. Bianca, a
typist in the institute, doesn’t like scientists here. She had a desire to flee
just like running in her own park. And the scientists, smart, quiet arrogant, are
eager for fame. Andrea offers these information by several ways. Direct description
is clear, for example, to describe Bianca, “round-cheeked”, “blond hair
frizzing in all directions”, “pale hair flying in all directions”, etc. Also,
conversation is a good way to reveal one’s characteristics. For instance, when
Arnold talks with Bianca, he just pretends to be polite, which depicts a condescend
scientist. In addition, through conversation, we can gather information about
characters’ life experiences such as conversations between Krzysztof and
Bianca.
The
title is The Forest, so what is the
forest? In the story, Krzysztof mentions a forest in Poland while Bianca has
that park. The forest is not a real forest; it is what everyone pursues in
life. Krzysztof wants “back” and Bianca wants “away”, but they are still
finding. They remind me of a word: loneliness. When these two persons meet,
they should have some stories because they both want to jump out of most people’s
idealized life. Actually, Krzysztof loves Bianca though he is too old, but
Bianca doesn’t, not even regards him as an actual man. They have different directions,
only have one point of intersection. The spark is instant, but the loneliness
is forever. Maybe you can’t get to your own forest, also no one can enter it.
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