Analysis Of Death Of A Moth By Annie Dillard

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Annie Dillard is a writer born in 1945 who has written 15 books and multiples poems and essays. From 1976 to 1979, she lived in Puget Sound before returning to the East Coast. Dillard also taught for 21 years in the English Department of Wesleyan University in Middletown, Connecticut. Her most notable work is “Pilgrim at Tinker Creek” which won a Pulitzer Prize. “Transfiguration,” the other title for “Death of a Moth,” appeared in her book “Holy the Firm” but was originally published in 1976 in Harper’s Magazine with a different ending. “Death of a Moth” was the first thing Dillard had written since her success with the book “Pilgrim at Tinker Creek.” Dillard is known for taking risks in her writing and favoring the unconventional. Presently, …show more content…

In the opening line of the essay, Dillard writes, “I live on northern Puget Sound, in Washington State, alone” (1). The author rejects a normal sentence structure in order to isolate the world “alone.” This is used to bring to attention the reoccurring theme of being alone that contributes to Dillard’s argument of the sacrifice of being a writer. Another interesting syntax choice the author uses is through run-on sentences. When Dillard first notices the moths in the bathroom, she describes, “And the moths, the empty moths, stagger against each other, headless, in a confusion of arcing strips of chitin like peeling varnish, like a jumble of buttresses for cathedral vaults, like nothing resembling moths, so that I would hesitate to call them moths, except that I had some experience with the figure Moth reduced to a nub” (4). By utilizing commas, the author shows her train of thought that lead her mind to recall the pivotal moth in the essay. It helps the reader understand and transition to a time-jump in the writing. Dillard later connects run-on sentences with a semicolon, “So I read, lost, every day sitting by my tent, while warblers swung in the leaves overhead and bristle worms trailed their inches over the twiggy dirt at my feet; and I read every night by candlelight, while barred owls called in the forest and pale moths massed around my head in the clearing, where my light made a ring”

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