Games at Twilight


As part of the syllabus for Language and Literature AS, we are supposed to read Games at Twilight but we have already read it for IGCSE so here some analysis and a review for you.

The story

Analysis of the story and the characters

Get in pairs and work on the following tasks. Write your answ

Task 1: Choose 10 quotes to analyse in deep

  •  ‘You’re dead,’ he said with satisfaction, licking the beads of perspiration off his upper lip, and then stalked off in search of worthier prey…
  • …a dark and depressing mortuary of defunct household goods…
  • …a poor, ruined and conquered city.
  • …everything was still curtained and shuttered in a way that stifled the children, made them feel that their lungs were stuffed with cotton wool and their noses with dust…
  • …he bawled, shaking his head so that the big tears flew.
  • …he had been forgotten, left out and he would not join them now.
  • …he hadn’t much faith in his short legs when matched against Raghu’s long, hefty, hairy footballer’s legs.
  • …his reappearance, his passion, his wild animal howling.
  • …his success had occupied him so wholly that he had quite forgotten that success had to be clinched by that final dash to victory…
  • …his voice broke with rage and pity at the disgrace of it all and he felt himself flooded with tears and misery.
  • …perhaps roused by the shrieks of the children, a band of parrots…tumbled frantically in the still, sizzling air…
  • …rats, dogs and, possibly, Ravi to slip through.
  • …seething with such unspeakable and alarming animal life…
  • …silence by a terrible sense of his insignificance.
  • …the dogged determination of the true winner, a breaker of records, a champion.
  • …the shed smelt of rats, ant hills, dust and spider webs. Also of less definable, less recognizable horrors.
  • …they burst out like seeds from a crackling, over-ripe pod into the veranda…
  • All this time no one had remembered Ravi.
  • Having disappeared from the scene, he had disappeared from their minds. Clean.
  • He chuckled aloud with astonishment at his own temerity…
  • He felt his heart go heavy and ache inside him unbearably.
  • He had sidled away and sat dejectedly on the flower pot. That at least was cut to his own size.
  • He had wanted victory and triumph – not a funeral.
  • He hugged his knees together and smiled to himself almost shyly at the thought of so much victory, such laurels.
  • He leapt up as Raghu whacked the wall with his stick…it made him feel protected.
  • He…wondered how many more creatures were watching him, waiting to reach out and touch him, the stranger.
  • It took them a minute to grasp what he was saying, even who he was. They had quite forgotten him.
  • It was an insect…exploring him.
  • No life stirred at this arid time of day
  • Nothing more wonderful had ever happened to him than being taken out by an uncle and bought a whole slab of chocolate all to himself…
  • Ravi looked about him desperately, swallowing a small ball of snot in his fear.
  • Ravi shook, then shivered with delight, with self-congratulation.
  • Snarling, he bent to pick up a stick and went off, whacking it against the garage and shed walls as if to beat out his prey.
  • The business of the children’s day which is – play.
  • The children…felt released…tumbling, shoving, pushing against each other, frantic to start.
  • The garden outside was like a tray made of beaten brass…
  • The ignominy of being forgotten – how could he face it?
  • The motherly Mira intervened…firmly pulling and pushing till a kind of vague circle was formed.
  • The scent of earth receiving water, slaking its thirst in great gulps and releasing that green scent of freshness, coolness.
  • The trees and bushes around them stood inky and sepulchral, spilling long shadows across them.
  • The white walls of the veranda glared stridently in the sun…everything gleaming, brassy and bare.
  • To defeat Raghu…and to be the winner…would be thrilling beyond imagination.
  • Trampling delicate ferns underfoot as he did so.
  • What fun if they were all found and caught – he alone left unconquered!
  • What might there not be to touch him and feel him as he stood there…

Task 2: Focus on the theory of Rite of Passage and write a paragraph commenting on this.

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