Reflection In Lord Of The Flies

The Lord of the Flies by: William Golding
Kristen Arscott
Sir William Churchill had a poodle named Rufus. Rufus was so loved that he even ate his meals with the rest of his family in the dining room. A cloth was always laid out for him on the Persian rug beside the head of the household, and no one ate until the butler had served Rufus’s meal. One evening Churchill was watching the film Oliver Twist and Rufus, as usual, had the best seat in the house, on his master’s lap. At the point where Bill Sykes is about to drown his dog to put the police off his track, Churchill covered Rufus’s eyes with his hand. He said, “Don’t look down, dear. I’ll tell you about it afterwards.”
Sadly, I did not possess a kind owner to cover my eyes while reading this extraordinarily depressing book—I just don’t have Rufus’s luck. I witnessed humanity sputtering and gasping for breath before finally falling dead and limp into the proverbial water of our lives while Bill Sykes and William Golding dry their hands. This is the point where I will wash my hands of all happy or joyful thoughts in order to give you my completely honest opinion.
Our charming little allegorical story begins with a plane carrying a group of British boys that crashes onto an unknown desert island. Whoops. Maybe Denzel Washington had too much to drink again. Anyways, while on the island we meet Ralph, Piggy, Jack, Simon and of course, the Lord of the Flies himself. This book starts off as a conventional adventure novella: a mixed group of boys survive a plane crash and fun ensues on their “Gilligan’s Island”, so to speak. However, what started out as an innocent societal government quickly turned into a urinary trajectory competition between Ralph, the original vote...

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...itutional monarchy that it was boosting this time around. Just what we all need—more laws and a more powerful government. I’m not saying that everyone should go bang down Stephen Harper’s door and crush him with a boulder. Actually, far from it seeing as we’d all turn into the monsters we all fear that we are. What I am saying is, to be wary of the different underlying messages featured in the novel, and not to let one man’s opinion of humanity shape your own.
So there it is: a book review that can hopefully convey even a miniscule amount of the genius that can be found in the book. I’ve stated several times just how much I believe in humanity and it’s niceties and how we won’t all become the “Jacks” of this world at some point in time. I know that some may disagree with me on that part. But to them I say, isn’t it nice just to think so?