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  Part One Fill in the following blanks.
  1.The methods commonly adopted in the literature study are ___, ___ and historical approach.
  2.Native American Literature is generally divided into ______,_______ and modern literature.
  3.______ was a universal genius who did not realize that his Autobiography would eventually become a classic of its kind.
  4.Cooper’s Leatherstocking Series is about a frontiersman hero, Natty Bumppo, and consists of 5 novels: The Pioneers_____The Prairie; The Pathfinder; and ______.
  5.________was considered as the “poet of American Revolution”.
  6.It is supposed by many that Edgar Allan Poe wrote the beautiful poem _______ to remember his dead wife.
  7.Transcendentalism was, in essence, romantic idealism on Puritan soil. It was a system of thought that originated from three sources: Unitarianism,_______,_______.
  8.Thoreau’s first major influence is ______as expressed in his “Civil Disobedience”, from which Mahatma Gandhi and Martin Luther King got their principles in their struggle for independence and human rights. His second major influence is his call of ______.
  9.During American high romanticism, major authors established firm ground for their art in ______literary theories and well-structured literary forms.
  10.Melville is best known as the author of one book named ______, which is , critics have agreed, one of the world’s greatest masterpieces.
  11.In _____, Hawthorne illustrates several sides of his writing: his disenchanted view of human nature, his use of symbolism, and his interest in the supernatural.
  12.The poetic style Whitman devised is now called ______, that is poetry without a fixed beat or regular rhyme scheme.
  13.Henry James first achieved recognition as a writer of the “______” --- a story which brings together persons of various nationalities who represent certain characteristics of their country.
  14.______ was Mark Twain’s masterpiece from which, as Hemingway noted, “all modern American literature comes.”
  15.In the short novel ______, Steinbeck portrayed the tragic friendship between two migrant workers.
  Part Two Choose the best answer.
  16. From 1732 to 1758, Franklin wrote and published his famous __________, an annual collection of proverbs.
  A. Autobiography
  B. Poor Richard’s Almanac
  C. Common Sense
  D. The General Magazine
  17. ________ is often regarded as one of America’s earliest naturalist poets. Sometimes called “the American Worthsworth,” he looked nature and the American landscape for evidence of the divine and for poetic inspiration.
  A. William Cullen Bryant
  B. Edgar Allen Poe
  C. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
  D. Walt Whitman
  18. ________ had been an evident influence on Naturalism. It seemed to stress the animal impulse of man, to suggest that man was dominated by the irresistible forces of evolution.
  A. Unitarianism
  B. Origins of Species
  C. Puritanism and Influence
  D. Capitalist Economy
  19. Which of the following works is regarded as “the Declaration of Intellectual Independence”?
  A: The American Scholar
  B. English Traits
  C. The Conduct of Life
  D. Representative Men
  20. American literature produced only one female poet during the nineteen century. She was ________.
  A. Anne Bradstreet
  B. Jane Austen
  C. Katherie Anne Porter
  D. Emily Dickinson
  21. The first American to win the Nobel Prize for Literature was a sharp social critic, whose name was _________.
  A. T. S. Eliot
  B. Sinclair Lewis
  C. Ernest Hemingway
  C. William Faulner
  22. In 1954, ________ was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature for his “mastery of the art of modern narration”.
  A. John Steinbeck
  B. Sinclair Lewis
  C. Ernest Hemingway
  D. William Faulkner
  23. What has been considered the mark of the peak of the Harlem Renaissance?
  A. Invisible Man
  B. The Blue Weary
  C. The Cabin of Uncle Tom
  D. The New Negro: An Interpretation
  24. Who is called “the true father of our national literature” by the writer H. L. Mencken?
  A. Benjamin Franklin
  B. Mart Twain
  C. Hemingway
  D. William Faulkner
  25. Which of the following works is written by Chinese American writer Amy Tan?
  A. The Joy Luck Club
  B. The Woman Warrior
  C. Waiting
  D. Belly Dance
  Part Three Answer the following questions.
  26.Why was the first American literature neither American nor really literature?
  27.What are the typical features of local color fiction?
  28.In what ways does the Lost Generation represent those who are disappointed?
  29.What are the key points of Harlem Renaissance?
  30.What is the major contribution of American Jewish writers to American literature?
  31.What are the major issues discussed in the works of many Chinese American writers?
  Part Four Explain the following literary terms.
  32.American National Literature
  33.American Transcendentalism
  34.American Realism
  35.American Naturalism
  Part Five Identify the author and give the main idea of the followings.
  36.Laziness travels so slowly that poverty soon overtakes him.
  37.There is a time in every man’s education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance; that imitation is suicide; that he must take himself for better, for worse, as his portion; that though the wide universe is full of good, no kernel of nourishing corn can come to him but through his toil bestowed on that plot of ground which is given to him to till.
  38.“If I read a book and it makes my body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that it is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.”
  39.When a girl leaves her home at eighteen, she does one of two things. Either she falls into saving hands and becomes better, or she rapidly assumes the cosmopolitan standard of virtue and becomes worse. Of an intermediate balance, under the circumstances, there is no possibility.
  40.Now small fowls flew screaming over the yet yawning gulf; a sullen white surf beat against its steep sides; then all collapsed, and the great shroud of the sea rolled on as it rolled 5000 years ago.
  And he was rich ? yes, richer than a king---
  And admirably schooled in every grace:
  In fine, we thought that he was everything
  To make us wish that we were in his place.
  So on we worked, and waited for the light,
  And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
  And Richard Cory, on a Calm summer night,
  Went home and put a bullet through his head.
  Part Six Read the story and answer the following questions.
  Jack London
  John Claverhouse was a moon-faced man. You know the kind: cheekbones wide apart, chin and forehead melting into the cheeks to make a perfect circle, and the nose, broad and pudgy, equidistant from the circumference, flattened against the very center of the face like a ball of dough upon the ceiling. Perhaps that is why I hated him, for truly he had become an offense to my eyes, and I believed the earth to be encumbered by his presence. Perhaps my mother may have been superstitious of the moon and looked upon it over the wrong shoulder at the wrong time.
  Be that as it may, I hated John Claverhouse. Not that he had done me what society would consider a wrong or an ill turn. Far from it. The evil was of a deeper, subtle sort; so elusive, so intangible, as to defy clear, definite analysis in words. We all experience such things at some period in our lives. For the first time, we see a certain individual, one whom, the very instant before, we did not dream existed; and yet, at the first moment of meeting, we say: “I do not like that man.” Why don’t we like him? Ah, we do not know why; we know only that we do not. We have taken a dislike, that is all. And so had I taken a dislike to John Claverhouse.
  What right did such a man have to be happy? Yet he was an optimist. He was always gleeful and laughing. All things were always all right, curse him! Ah! How it grated on my soul that he should be so happy! Other men could laugh, and it did not bother me. I even used to laugh myself? before I met John Claverhouse.
  But his laugh! It irritated me, maddened me, as nothing else under the sun could irritate or madden me. It haunted me, gripped me, and would not let me go. Waking or sleeping it was always with me, whirring and jarring across my heartstrings like an enormous rasp.
  I went forth secretly in the nighttime, and turned his cattle into his fields, and in the morning heard his whooping laugh as he drove them out again. “It is nothing,” he said. “The poor, dumb beasts are not to be blamed for straying into fatter pastures.”
  He had a dog he called “Mars”, a big, splendid brute, part deerhound and part bloodhound, and resembling both. Mars was a great delight to him, and they were always together. But I bided my time, and one day, when opportunity was ripe, lured the animal away and did away with him with strychnine and beefsteak. It made positively no impression on John Claverhouse. His laugh was as hearty and frequent as ever, and his face as much like the full moon as it had always been.
  Then I set fire to his haystacks and his barn. But the next morning, being Sunday, he went forth blithely and cheerfully.
  “Where are you going?” I asked him, as he went by the crossroads.
  “Trout,”he said, and his face beamed like a full moon. “I just dote on trout.”
  Was there ever such an impossible man? His whole harvest had gone up in his haystacks and barn. It was uninsured, I knew. And yet, in the face of famine and the rigorous winter, he went out gaily in quest of a mess of trout, because he ‘doted’ on them!
  I insulted him. He looked at me in slow and smiling surprise.
  “Why should I fight you? Why?” he asked slowly. And then he laughed. “You are so funny! Ho! Ho! You’ll be the death of me! He! he! he! Oh! Ho! ho! ho!”
  What would you do? It was past endurance. How I hated him! Then there was that name?Claverhouse! What a name! Wasn’t it absurd? Claverhouse! I would not have minded Smith, or Brown, or Jones?but Claverhouse! Just listen to the ridiculous sound of it??Claverhouse! Should a man with such a name live? I ask you. “No,” you say. And “No,” I said. The earth should be free of him.
  Now, I pride myself on doing things neatly, and when I resolved to kill John Claverhouse, I had it in mind to do so in such a fashion that I should not look back upon it and feel ashamed, I hate bungling, and I hate brutality. To me there is something repugnant in merely striking a man with one’s naked fist??ugh! It is sickening! So, to shoot, or stab, or club John Claverhouse (oh, that name!) did not appeal to me. And not only was I impelled to do it neatly and artistically, but also in such a manner that not the slightest possible suspicion could be directed against me.
  To this end I bent my intellect, and, after a week of profound thought, developed the scheme. Then I set to work. I bought a water spaniel bitch, five months old, and devoted my whole attention to her training. If anyone had spied on me, he would have noticed that this training consisted entirely of one thing retrieving. I taught the dog, which I called “Bellona,” to fetch sticks I threw into the water, and not only to fetch, but to fetch at once, without playing with them. The point was that she was to stop for nothing, but to deliver the stick in all haste. I made a practice of running away and leaving her to chase me, with the stick in her mouth, till she caught me. She was a bright animal, and took in her game with such eagerness that I was soon content.
  After that, at the first casual opportunity, I presented Bellona to John Claverhouse. I knew what I was doing, for I was aware of a little weakness of his, and of a little private sinning of which he was regularly guilty.
  “No,” he said, when I placed the end of the rope in his hand. “No, you don’t mean it”. And his mouth opened wide and he grinned all over his damnable moon-face.
  “I ?? I kind of thought, somehow, you didn’t like me”, he explained. “Wasn’t it funny for me to make such a mistake?” And at the thought he held his sides with laughter.
  “What is her name?” he managed to ask between roars of laughter.
  “Bellona,” I said.
  “He! He!” he giggled. “What a funny name!”
  I gritted my teeth, for his mirth put them on edge, and I snapped out between them. “She was the wife of Mars, you know.”
  Then the light of the full moon began to glow in his face, until he exploded with: “That was my other dog. Well, I guess she’s a widow now. Oh! Ho! ho! E! he! He! Ho!” he whooped after me, and I turned and fled swiftly over the hill.
  Early next morning I saw him go by with a dip-net and a sack, and Bellona trotting at his heels. I knew where he was going, and cut out by the back pasture and climbed through the underbrush to the top of the mountain. Keeping carefully out of sight, I followed the crest along for a couple of miles to a natural amphitheater in the hills, where the little river raced down out of a gorge and stopped for breath in a large and placid rock-bound pool. That was the spot! I sat down where I could see all that occurred, and lighted my pipe.
  Before many minutes had passed, John Claverhouse came plodding up the bed of the stream. Bellona was ambling about him, and they were in high spirits, her short, snappy barks mingling with his deeper chest-notes. Having arrived at the pool, he threw down the dip-net and sack, and drew from his hip-pocket what looked like a large, fat candle. But I know it to be a stick of dynamite; for that was his method of catching trout. He dynamited them.
  He attached the fuse by wrapping the dynamite tightly in a piece of cotton. Then he ignited the fuse and tossed the explosive into the pool. Like a flash, Bellona was in the pool after it. I could have shrieked aloud for joy. Claverhouse yelled at her, but without avail. He pelted her with clods and rocks, but she swam steadily on till she got the stick of dynamite in her mouth; then she whirled about and headed for shore. Then, for the first time, he realized his danger, and started to run. As foreseen and planned by me, she reached the bank and took out after him. Oh, I tell you, it was great! As I have said, the pool lay in a sort of amphitheater. Above and below, the stream could be crossed on steppingstones. And around and around, up and down and across the stones, raced Claverhouse and Bellona. I would never have believed that such an ungainly man could run so fast. But run he did, Bellona hot-footing after him, and gaining. And then, just as she caught up, and leaped with her nose at his knee, there was a sudden flash, a burst of smoke, a terrific detonation, and where man and dog had been the instant before there was nothing to be seen but a big hole in the ground.
  “Death from accident while engaged in illegal fishing.” That was the verdict of the coroner’s jury; and that is why I pride myself on the neat and artistic way in which I finished off John Claverhouse. There was no bungling, no brutality; nothing of which to be ashamed in the whole affair, as I am sure you will agree. No more does his infernal laugh go echoing among the hills, and no more does his fat moon-face rise up to vex me. My days are peaceful now, and my night’s sleep is deep.
  45.Describe John Claverhouse’s moon-face.
  46.What are the two reasons that the narrator gives for disliking John Claverhouse?
  47.Which four things did the narrator do to hurt Claverhouse? What were the results of each?
  48.Why did Bellona bring the dynamite back to Claverhouse?
  49.What can you say about the character of the narrator? Do you think he is completely sane? Explain.

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