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      <title>Style and Technique: Imagery in The Memory Police by Keri Troehler</title>
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      <pubDate>2020-12-15 20:09:45 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>&quot;Only once of twice, in my childhood, have I had occasion to visit one, but I have a feeling the smell and the echo of footsteps were quite similar.  The dull sound of shoes on board after board, the odor of machine oil. &quot; p. 40</title>
         <author>ktroehler8</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>I appreciate how she identifies both smell and sound here. I find it interesting that she doesn't describe the physical space.  Here she relies on the sound imagery and the olfactory image to convey an atmosphere. It feels lonely and cold, industrial even. <br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"The bulb in the lone lamp was covered in dust, and the pale light made everything look like a watercolor." p. 37<br>I liked the way she used imagery here,  it gave a really clear and distinct picture of the atmosphere in the cellar. </div>]]></description>
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         <title>page 18, sight </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><br>towards the end of the page she talks about birds. she stands by the window her father once did. the place where he watched and observed birds. but the birds are no longer there and they aren't really a memory to her anymore.</div>]]></description>
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         <title>&quot;The split of the land on which it stood was overgrown with sharp reeds, and walking meant risking scratches on your legs. I went with an older cousin who licked my cuts one by one&quot; pg 40</title>
         <author>dblecha5079</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>This is feel. First the sharp plants then someone licking cuts. Both give strong sense through text. </div>]]></description>
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         <author>dyoung2002</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/ktroehler8/wwph7ghcbtc22pyu/wish/1032104871</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"When we had finished the chores, we lit the stove and ate waffles in the dining room. Perhaps because it had just been cleaned, the stove was slow to start and make a sputtering sound. The vapor trail of a jet was visible in the sky outside the window. A thin pillar of smoke arose from the smoldering leaves." p. 27</div>]]></description>
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         <title>&quot;A whirlpool of rose petals had formed around the motionless propeller of the boat. They were wilted and wrinkled after travelling downstream to salt water.Their color and luster had faded, and they were now nearly indistinguishable from the seaweed and fishbones and trash. And their fragrance had dissipated&quot; pg. 52</title>
         <author>slaos5200</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The visual details used to describe the petals and their journey to the sea gives me a clear picture in my head of how these petals were fading away. Something else i noticed that helped describe this sensation was the olfactory detail, or lack of it. She made it a point to note that the fragrance was gone.</div>]]></description>
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         <title>on page 1 she explains what her mom&#39;s studio apartment looked like. and what stood out to me was &quot;built so close to the river on the north side that you could clearly hear the sound of the current&quot; and for me i can just feel myself in that room  </title>
         <author>flomas8650</author>
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         <title>&quot;Just as I was beginning to feel out breath, the sound of waves suddenly grew louder and the smell of oil grew stronger- though at this time I wasn&#39;t sure what I was smelling.At first I thought it ight be something poisonous that was floating up through the tower. I pressed my hand over my mouth and held my breath, but that only made things worse, and soon I was quite dizzy.&quot; pg. 41</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Mlali Sharp<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>&quot;I peered into the little drawer and took a deep breath, recalling suddenly that my mother had made me smell odors this same way. But all that filled my chest was the chill, stale air. The sensation of his hand on my back was much more vivid than the memory of the perfume.&quot; p.63</title>
         <author>mmccreery2638</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>This section, like so many other parts of the book, helps enforce the idea that the protagonistis stuck in the present, while beside someone who can see into the past. The use of scent here, being negative, makes readers almost uncomfortable and as dissapointed in the protagonist as she is. However, it doesn't affectthe overall mood as there was prestablished comfort from R and being in the familiar place of the basement.</div>]]></description>
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         <title>&quot;Surprised, he swallowed his tea noisily and reached out to take it with both hands.&quot; page 28</title>
         <author>lwitter2162</author>
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         <title>&quot;Autumn passed quickly. The crashing of the waves was sharp and cold, and the wind brought the winter clouds from beyond the mountains&quot; p.27</title>
         <author>jweinberg6867</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>I really liked how she described the ocean as sharp and cold, which incorporates sound and sight, but could also evoke tactile memories as well. The inclusion of "winter" automatically makes me think of dark grey, heavy cloud coverings. </div>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 25</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"He was quiet for a moment. The only sound was the splashing of the water in the fountain."<br><br>I chose this example of an auditory memory because there were a lot of examples of visual imagery so this one stood out. I think it helps to explain the lack of conversation by describing a different sound. It makes it feels quieter even though it's adding more noise (sort of like crickets). </div>]]></description>
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         <author>jknutson6352</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"The mountainsides are covered with thorny trees and the summits are always cloaked in mist, so no one ever attempts to cross them" pg. 8<br><br>I really like how she describes the scenery around her and how it gave readers a super vivid idea of what the world around her looks like.</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Chapter 4, Page 21</title>
         <author>mvasankari5172</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Judging from the loose buttons, fluttering shoelaces, and bits of clothing protruding from their bags, it was clear that they had been forced to pack quickly....Still, their faces were calm and they stared into the distance with eyes as still as a lonely swamp deep within the woods. In those eyes, no doubt, were all sorts of memories that had been lost to us" (21). I found this passage to be really interesting because it contains a lot of detail packed into a very short amount of text that really puts you in the scene. The vivid visual detail captures the arrest by the Memory Police and also further builds upon the ideas of memory and recollection.</div>]]></description>
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         <title>&quot;Every last petal washed downstream and out to sea. While they had covered the narrow river in impressive fashion, they vanished almost instantly in the vastness of the ocean, sucked under by the waves.&quot; pg. 51</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The absence of the roses, of the color and vibrance they provided, rings hollow in this passage. </div>]]></description>
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         <author>cjones5375</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“I would sit on my fathers lap and study his creatures through his binoculars.” P.8<br>I was fascinated with this passage because She would study her father studying his creatures through his binoculars. They both were focusing on something. This is a good example of sight as a sensory detail. <br><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 6</title>
         <author>kdoswell6877</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"But I had no idea what to answer. I could tell that there was some sort of scent - like the smell of. toasting bread or the chlorine from a swimming pool, yet different - but no matter how I tried, no other thought came to mind." The sense this quote appeals to is your sense of smell. How this contributes to the mood or tone is that it creates this somber sense of nostalgia.</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Pg. 46</title>
         <author>hrobertson94901</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"The surface of the river was covered with tiny fragments of... something... in an indescribable array of hues--reds pinks, and whites--so thick that not a space was visible between them. Viewed from above, they appeared to be soft, as they collided and merged with one another, flowing along at a pace that seemed more leisurely than the usual current of the river."<br><br>Ogawa creates a very vivid, but ominous, mental picture of a flowing river. I found this example to be a great descriptor of how incredible her descriptive capabilities are. Providing extra details, like angles, movement, and hues creates a moving picture; one that helps immerse the reader.</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 15</title>
         <author>mpike0478</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"The library, a shabby single-floored wooden building next to the road garden, has only a handful of patrons, no matter when no one visits, and the books seem to cower on the shelves, fearful of crumbling to dust at the slightest touch." <br>She first uses sight to set the stage to connect feelings and thoughts. </div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Page 1 of chapter 5 “He peeled off a layer and it made a pleasant crackling sound as he crushed it in his palm” </div>]]></description>
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         <title>pg. 8 </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"The mountainsides are covered with thorny trees and the summits are always cloaked in mist, so no one ever attempts to cross them." pg. 8<br>The sensory details in this passage that are the most prevalent to me are the visual ones, but reading this passage also invokes the feeling of the mist on the mountains to me which feels very powerful. I chose this passage specifically because it gave me the most sensory detail in the chapter. It also stuck in my mind as I was re-reading and none of the other lines did that for me like this one did.</div>]]></description>
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         <title>page 5</title>
         <author>bjohnsen8611</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"The objects in my palm seemed to cower there,absolutely still,like little animals."</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Chapter 3, Page 18</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"We divided the last bit of peach and repeated the same stories to each other, allowing the fruit to dissolves, ever so slowly, on our tongues."<br>I found the way that she used taste as the main sensory detail in this passage really compelling because I could replicate the taste of a peach dissolving in my mouth. I decided to chose this passage because it was very picturesque and you could see that moment of the book taking place in front of you.</div>]]></description>
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         <title>&quot;Let me make you something hot to drink&quot; I told them, going to the kitchen to warm the cups and brew a stronger pot of tea than usual. We drank slowly, silent again for time. Eventually they began to dry out. R&#39;s hairs grew soft again and the color returned to the old man&#39;s cheeks. The rain continued to fall in heavy sheets.&quot; Pg 77</title>
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         <title>page 1</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>it was a large dusty rough floored room, built so close to the river on the north side that you could clearly hear the sound of the current- this uses imagery and sound to help you invision the whole setting</div>]]></description>
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