Book Title: The Ocean At The End Of The Lane by Neil Gaiman March 14,2014
Part 1:
Julian Barnes once said, “Memories of childhood were the
dreams that stayed with you after you woke.” I strongly agree since most of us
deem that what we are today is the totality of our involvements and learnings in
our past. In this case, The Ocean At The End Of The Lane was a mirror of one’s
memory. It was indeed an ocean, there’s more to it than meets the eye. Since
the author chose not to name the main character of the novel, let me label him,
The Imaginative. I acknowledge The Imaginative the way he spent his
childhood. Though he is intrapersonally
intelligent in one way or another, what I mostly like in him is his appetite in
reading considering his very young age. He manifested that reading gives an
access to determine the clandestined and out of the box imaginations. His creative
mind was his ticket to do things by his own ingeniously and effectively. His
childhood was unique taking into consideration his experiences. Experiences
that by some means discovered the fictous side of his childhood directing him
to encounter magic, mystery, friendship and wonder.
The Imaginative is a simple boy with complex mind. I barely
see little boys like him in various movies in which they were physically free yet locked, restricted to be who they
are. They are ones who knows the truth yet no ears are ready to listen with
their vindications. He found the sense of being cared and protected with the
Hempstock Ladies, especially with Lettie. Her oddness always comes with a
reason. Knowing the fact that she presented her life to someone she isn’t
responsible. Maybe, it was fate which dictated it. Momentarily, Tessie sacrificed
and The Imaginative grew without remembering any detail about the Hempstock’s
but I strongly agree that it’s better that The Imaginative had his childhod
memories lost so he could free all the sorrows he might feel.
Conversely, The Ocean At The End Of The Lane is a story
comprising one’s memory that teaches the importance of remembering (in some
case) and that loss is always filled through unconditional devotion and amity. I
do only have two questions. First, why on earth the kid has no name? The story
could have been more significant if the narrator himself has a name. Is it to
make me, the readers effectively relate? It could be the author’s style, who knows?
And the other, why did the story ended so sad? It feels heart warming that
Tessie sacrificed and The Imaginative’s heart is all growing back therefore,
the story could progressed to a more consequential occurences to end up the
story.
I predict that one time, Lettie Hempstock will stir from the
ocean and live her life to a more happy and purposeful one. The same with The
Imaginative to fully grow back his heart and remember all things about Tessie
and the Hempstock Ladies, his childhood memories and how he once felt adventure
and fondness.
Remember, each one of us has our own ocean at the end of the
lane and guess what, our own Lettie’s plunging her body, just waiting for that
golden moment to breathe again. Let us always put into consider that today is
just little moments but tomorrow, they are memories!
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