Putting Me On My Head With Umbrella Analysis

We have read a number of short stories now in various genres. In order to truly understand literature, you need to write as well as read. For your Learning Journal you will write one short story from any of the genres we have covered (or will cover) this term.

This is your chance to write a complete work of original fiction. It can be as little as THREE Paragraphs or as much as TWO pages.

The story I read from one of the genres we dealt with in the past in “There´s a Man in the Habit of Hitting Me on my head with an Umbrella” written by Fernando Sorrentino. This story depict the character of an old man whose name is not mentioned in the story had repeatedly been hitting a person (unnamed) with his umbrella on his or her head. According to

This was beyond I can bear, then I “furious” and asked him “if he was insane to stop.” He turned deaf hear and continued hitting me with the umbrella, I thought of calling the police and I realize that the idea was not good enough for me, I stood up and hit him on the nose, the man fell down to the ground and later stood up and increased in strength hitting my head with the umbrella. According to the narrator, when he saw that the strange man´s nose was “bleeding,” he felt bad and had pity on him for hitting him so hard. He repented when he came to a point of reality that the strange man was not even hitting hard on

He eventually came down from the bus, and took San Fe Avenue and people stand by to watch the both of them as if it was a comedy. In my anger, I wanted to say “What are you all looking at, you idiots?” But I paused for a while and told myself that maybe such had never occurred to them before, According to the Narrator, the boys began to run after them and shouting “Mad People.” I got home and my plan was to slam the door at the lunatic man´s face but he thought smarter than I had imagined; held the door handle and force himself inside my house and continued hitting me with his umbrella on my head. I implored with him to kindly tell me what the problem was but he was speechless and he continued with his lunatic manner. I knew if I hit him for the second time or I do anything stupid, something might happen. What at the point of killing him and I found myself dead, I scarily dropped the ideas because it makes no sense according to the narrator. Suddenly, I was nervous and questions began to sprang out of my mind that at the point I will be needing this man, then I will not find him anymore and it has really helped in gaining strength to sleep