2003 FRQ #2
Post date: Jan 24, 2014 6:46:16 PM
(Suggested time—40 minutes. This question counts as one-third of the total essay section score.)
The following passage is an excerpt from “The Other Paris,” a short story by the Canadian writer Mavis Gallant. Read the passage carefully. Then, in a well-written essay, explain how the author uses narrative voice and characterization to provide social commentary.
If anyone had asked Carol at what precise moment
she fell in love, or where Howard Mitchell proposed
to her, she would have imagined, quite sincerely, a
scene that involved all at once the Seine, moonlight,
5 barrows of violets, acacias in flower, and a confused,
misty background of the Eiffel tower and little
crooked streets. This was what everyone expected,
and she had nearly come to believe it herself.
Actually, he had proposed at lunch, over a tuna-fish
10 salad. He and Carol had known each other less than
three weeks, and their conversation, until then, had
been limited to their office—an American govern-
ment agency—and the people in it. Carol was twenty-
two; no one had proposed to her before, except an
15 unsuitable medical student with no money and eight
years’ training still to go. She was under the illusion
that in a short time she would be so old no one would ask her again. She accepted at once, and Howard celebrated by ordering an extra bottle of 20 wine. Both would have liked champagne, as a more emphatic symbol of the unusual, but each was too diffident to suggest it.
The fact that Carol was not in love with Howard
Mitchell did not dismay her in the least. From a series
25 of helpful college lectures on marriage she had
learned that a common interest, such as a liking for
Irish setters, was the true basis for happiness, and that the illusion of love was a blight imposed by the film industry, and almost entirely responsible for the 30 high rate of divorce. Similar economic backgrounds,
financial security, belonging to the same church—
these were the pillars of the married union. By an
astonishing coincidence, the fathers of Carol and
Howard were both attorneys and both had been
35 defeated in their one attempt to get elected a judge.
Carol and Howard were both vaguely Protestant,
although a serious discussion of religious beliefs
would have gravely embarrassed them. And Howard,
best of all, was sober, old enough to know his own
40 mind, and absolutely reliable. He was an economist
who had sense enough to attach himself to a corporation that continued to pay his salary during his loan to the government. There was no reason for the engagement or the marriage to fail.
45 Carol, with great efficiency, nearly at once set
about the business of falling in love. Love required
only the right conditions, like a geranium. It would
wither exposed to bad weather or in dismal surround-
ings; indeed, Carol rated the chances of love in a
50 cottage or a furnished room at zero. Given a good
climate, enough money, and a pair of good-natured,
intelligent (her college lectures had stressed this)
people, one had only to sit back and watch it grow.
All winter, then, she looked for these right conditions
55 in Paris. When, at first, nothing happened, she blamed
it on the weather. She was often convinced she would
fall deeply in love with Howard if only it would stop
raining. Undaunted, she waited for better times.
Howard had no notion of any of this. His sudden
60 proposal to Carol had been quite out of character—
he was uncommonly cautious—and he alternated
between a state of numbness and a state of self-
congratulation. Before his engagement he had
sometimes been lonely, a malaise he put down to
65 overwork, and he was discontented with his bachelor
households, for he did not enjoy collecting old pottery
or making little casserole dishes. Unless he stumbled
on a competent housemaid, nothing ever got done.
This in itself would not have spurred him into
70 marriage had he not been seriously unsettled by the
visit of one of his sisters, who advised him to marry
some nice girl before it was too late. “Soon,” she told
him, “you’ll just be a person who fills in at dinner.”
Howard saw the picture at once, and was deeply
75 moved by it.
(1953)