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Teil A

Aufgabenstellung

Teil II.1 Leseverstehen

Outline what happens to the narrator on his arrival and during the first weeks in the UK.

(20 %)

Teil II.2 Analyse

Analyse how the narrator’s state of mind is conveyed. Focus on narrative techniques and use of language.

(40 %)

Teil II.3 Persönliche Stellungnahme bzw. gestaltende Schreibaufgabe

Choose ONE of the following:

Teil II. 3a)

“[H]e took the receiver from me and gave my mother a full account of my arrival, piling on the clichés and laughing at my provincial awkwardnesses at the airport.” (ll. 25–26)

Starting from the quote, assess to what extent the boyfriend treats Akunna in a considerate way in the short story “The Thing Around Your Neck” by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie.

OR

Teil II. 3b)

Worldliteratureforum.com is a collaborative website on literature where users have a say in the selection of fiction. At the moment, a collection of migration fiction with the motto “Finding a Sense of Belonging” is being compiled. One of the stories suggested is “The Embassy of Cambodia” by Zadie Smith.

Write a blog entry for the website discussing whether this motto applies to Fatou, the protagonist in the short story.

(40 %)

Material

Abdulrazak Gurnah: Gravel Heart

Amir and Asha, originally from Zanzibar in Eastern Africa, have moved to the United Kingdom because of Amir’s job. Their 18-year-old nephew Salim has now come to live with them to study in the UK. It is the 1980s.

This is an excerpt from Abdulrazak Gurnah’s novel “Gravel Heart”.

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I was moved by the pleasure they took in my arrival. They both beamed smiles
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at me and Auntie Asha spoke to me as if I was a diffident younger brother who
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needed to be brought out of himself. This is your new home now, she said. I was
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too flustered to take in everything immediately, but I noticed the amplitude of space
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and the expensive furnishings and felt a mean kind of content. Not everyone lived
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in a house like this even if it did belong to the embassy. When Auntie Asha took
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me upstairs to show me my room, she gave me a quick hug of welcome, smiling at
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me as if we shared a secret. The room was luxurious: a large bed, a dark wardrobe
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the depth of a coffin, a wide desk, a chest of drawers, a bookshelf, a comfortable
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reading chair, and still left enough space in the middle for a rug. A whole family
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lived in a room of this size where I had come from. I made a mental note of that as
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a line I would put in my first letter to my mother. My suitcase, which I had bought
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new just before I left, looked cheap and flimsy and tiny on that rug, like a cardboard
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box. I sat on the bed when I was left alone, looking around the room, gazing out of
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the darkened window then at the clean bare desk with its angled lamp, and I smiled.
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That is the desk where I will sit and write to you about the wonders I encounter,
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Mama, and I won’t allow the thought of my ignorance to discourage me. I allowed
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this resolution to overcome the slight feeling of panic I sensed at the edge of my
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mind. What was I doing here?
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The following morning, which was a Sunday, Uncle Amir rang my mother and
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passed the phone to me so that I could speak to her. He made the gesture casually,
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but I could see he was exuberant with excitement. After listening to my self-
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conscious mumblings for a moment or two – I had no previous experience of
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speaking on the phone and felt an instant discomfort with the disembodied voice –
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he took the receiver from me and gave my mother a full account of my arrival, piling
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on the clichés and laughing at my provincial awkwardnesses at the airport. […]
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Having completed my studying arrangements to his satisfaction, Uncle Amir took
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me to Debenhams to select my wardrobe for me, reluctantly accompanied by
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Auntie Asha, who favoured Marks & Spencer. The clothes I had brought with me
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were quite unsuitable for the cold, Uncle Amir told me. Thin cotton shirts and
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Terylene trousers, what was I thinking of? You’ll freeze your balls off! Uncle Amir
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preferred that I understood little of what I saw in London, that I needed everything
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explained and decisions made for me. My opinion was not required on any issue.
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They bought me a thick light blue sweater, which came up to my chin and wrapped
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round my neck like a brace, and a navy blue raincoat made of thick raspy canvas-
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like material. It was two sizes too big to accommodate the woollies I would have
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on underneath. They bought two long-sleeved blue shirts, which looked shiny and
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cheap and felt slippery. They finished off with a pair of thick light-blue gloves, blue
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socks and scarf, and dark underpants. Auntie Asha liked blue. As they walked
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around the store, Uncle Amir and Auntie Asha discussed the clothes, held them
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against me, debated the colours and then chose blue, and explained all their deci-
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sions to me carefully if briefly. […]
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For the first few months I had no choice but to dress as if I was on an expedition.
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The sweater was too hot, the coat was too big and made me feel as if I was wearing
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something discarded by one of the giant Englishmen I passed on the pavements.
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I took off the gloves and scarf as soon as I left the house and stuffed them in my
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bag. I was a relation they were paying to educate and clothe, so it was only
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reasonable that they should be able to choose the clothes they were willing to buy
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for me. I was surprised, though, by the bluntness with which they did this. I realised
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that I had anticipated something like it but had not understood the deference and
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compliance that would be expected of me. I was grateful for their welcome and did
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not find their sense of entitlement to dictate to me unbearable to begin with but
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I wished they had allowed me to choose less embarrassing clothes. I knew that
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I would not be able to replace or wear out that raincoat for years, not so long as
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I was Auntie Asha’s and Uncle Amir’s poor relation. It felt like a badge of my
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neediness. Maybe any clothes would have embarrassed me at that time because
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the embarrassment lay deeper than what I wore, it was more to do with the over-
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bearing shrillness of the strange air around me.
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In the third week in September, three weeks after my arrival in London and fully
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kitted out, I started college. I made my way there in fear and trembling, London
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terrified me so much. The streets confused me. I could not make them out from
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each other. The buses and taxis and cars roared past and churned up my gut. The
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rush of people and vehicles muddled my sense of direction and panicked me. It
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humbled me that I recoiled with so much anxiety. I felt as if the city despised me,
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as if I were a tiresome and timorous child who had wandered unwelcome out of the
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dust and rubble of his puny island shanty into this place where boldness and greed
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and swagger were required for survival.

(989 words)

[Gurnah, A. (2017). Gravel Heart. London: Bloomsbury, pp. 58–61]

Annotations:

l. 28

Debenhams

department store

l. 29

Marks & Spencer

department store

l. 31

Terylene

brand name for a fabric made of polyester

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