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Vorschlag B2

Cultural encounters

Dieser Vorschlag bezieht sich auf George Orwell: Shooting an Elephant.

Aufgaben

Der vorliegende Vorschlag enthält in Aufgabe 3 alternative Arbeitsanweisungen.

1

Sum up the narrator’s encounter with the elephants and the behavior of the people in the village. (Material)

25 BE

2

Relate the text (Material) to the short story “Shooting an Elephant” by George Orwell.

35 BE

3

Choose one of the following tasks:

3.1

“I was the one with the gun, the white man, the pukka sahib; I was the torchbearer of Western superiority, the one with everything to prove and everything to lose.” (Material)

Taking the quote as a starting point, discuss whether globalization can be considered modern-day imperialism.

or

3.2

As a student spending a year abroad at an American university, you are taking part in a conference called “Narrating Global Encounters” and you have been asked to give the opening speech.

Write the speech assessing to what extent literature is relevant when it comes to addressing current issues of global importance.

40 BE

Material

T.C. Boyle: Almost Shooting an Elephant (excerpt from the short story, 2004)

The narrator Randall, a young American, is working on a project for a company providing electricity for internet access and color TV to a remote village in the Indian jungle. Dakipa (Dak), a young man from the

village, informs Randall about elephants entering the site.

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[…] “Will you fucking wake up to what I’m telling you, Randall – they’re wrecking the place, going
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for the granary, trampling the fields. Worse – they’re drunk!”
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“Drunk?”
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His face collapsed, his shoulders sank. “They got the rice beer. All of it.”

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And so, that was how I found myself stalking the streets of the village ten minutes later, the very
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sweaty stock of a very inadequate rifle in my hand. The place was unrecognizable. Trees had been
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uprooted, the huts crushed, the carcasses of pigs, chickens, and goats scattered like trash. Smoke rose
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from the ruins where early-morning cookfires had gone out of control and begun to swallow up the
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splinters of the huts, even as people ran around frantically with leaking buckets of water. […]

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That was when the villagers caught sight of me, caught sight of the rifle. Within minutes I’d attracted a
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vengeful, hysterical crowd, everybody jabbering and gesticulating and singing their own little song of
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woe, and me at the head of the mob, utterly clueless. The rifle in my hand – a 7mm Remington – was
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no elephant gun. […]

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I’d never been more afraid in my life, and I didn’t know what was worse – having to shoot something
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the size of a house without getting trampled or looking like a fool, coward, and wimp in the face of all
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these people. Like it or not, I was the one with the gun, the white man, the pukka sahib1; I was the
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torchbearer of Western superiority, the one with everything to prove and everything to lose. How had I
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gotten myself into this? Just because I liked to hunt? Because I’d potted a bandicoot2 or two and the
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entire village knew it? And this wasn’t just one elephant, which would have been bad enough, but a
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whole herd – and they were drunk, and who knew what that would do to their judgment?

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The crowd pushed me forward like the surge of the tide and I looked in vain for Dak – for a friendly
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face, for anybody – until finally I spotted him at the rear of the press, with Candi and Poonam3 at his
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side, all three of them looking as if they’d just vomited up breakfast. I gave them a sick wave – there
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was nothing else I could do – and came round a corner to see two other corpses laid out in the street as
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if they were sleeping on very thin mattresses. And then, suddenly, the crowd fell silent. There before
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me was an elephant. […]

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I remembered the Orwell essay, which Guns & Ammo4 reprinted every couple of years by way of
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thrilling the reading public with the fantasy of bringing down the ultimate trophy animal, and how
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Orwell said he’d thought the thing’s brain was just back of the eyes. My right arm felt as if it was in a
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cast. My trigger finger swelled up to the size of a baseball bat. I couldn’t seem to breathe.

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That was when the elephant gave a sudden lurch and swung around amid the shattered bamboo and the
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tatters of thatch to face me head-on. Boom: it happened in an instant. There the thing was, fifty feet
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away – four quick elephantine strides – stinking and titanic, staggering from one foot to the other like
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one of the street people you see on the sidewalks of San Francisco or New York. It seemed perplexed,
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as if it couldn’t remember what it was doing there with all that wreckage scattered around it – and I
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had to credit the beer for that. Those fermenting tubs hold something like fifty gallons each, and that’s
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a lot of beer by anybody’s standards, even an elephant’s. The smallest ray of hope stirred in me –
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maybe, if I just stood rock still, the thing wouldn’t see me. Or couldn’t. Maybe it would just stagger
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into the jungle to sleep it off and I could save face by blowing a couple shots over its retreating butt.

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But that wasn’t what happened.

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The unreadable red-rimmed eyes seemed to seize on me and the thing threw back its head with one of
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those maniacal trumpeting blasts we all recognize, anybody who’s got a TV, anyway, and then, quite
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plainly berserk, it came for me. I’d like to say I stood my ground, calmly pumping off round after
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round until the thing dropped massively at my feet, but that didn’t happen either. All at once my legs
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felt light again, as if they weren’t legs at all but things shaped out of air, and I dropped the gun and ran
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like I’d never run before in my life. […] I hadn’t gone ten paces before an errant fragment of thatch
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roof caught hold of my foot and down I went, expecting imminent transformation (or pancakeization,
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as Poonam later phrased it, and I didn’t think it was that funny, believe me).

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The elephant had been trumpeting madly but suddenly the high notes shot right off the scale and I
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lifted my fragile head to see what I at first thought was some sort of giant black snake cavorting with
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the thing. I’ll tell you, the elephant was lively now, dancing right up off its toes as if it wanted to fly
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away. It took a moment to come together for me: that was no snake – that was the high-voltage cable
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and that thing at the other end of it was the snapped-off, bobbing remnant of a high-resin-compound
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utility pole5. The dance was energetic, almost high-spirited, but it was over in an instant, and when the
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thing came down – the elephant, big as an eighteen-wheeler6– the ground shook as if a whole city had
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collapsed. […]

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1 pukka sahib – a term used during the British colonial period in India to refer to British authorities

2 (to) pot a bandicoot – to shoot a small, mouselike mammal

3 Candi, Poonam – other people the narrator stays with in the village

4 Guns & Ammo – American magazine dedicated to firearms and hunting

5 high-resin-compound utility pole – pole to carry electricity power lines

6 eighteen-wheeler – truck

T.C. Boyle: Almost Shooting an Elephant (2004), in:The Human Fly and other Stories, New York 2005, S. 137–152.

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