Question 1
Anita and Me by Meera Syal and The Woman Who Walked into Doors by Roddy Doyle
Read the two extracts below and then answer both part a) and part b).
You are advised to spend about 45 minutes on part a) and 30 minutes on part b).
For part a), you should focus only on the extracts here rather than referring to the rest of your studied text.
Extract 1 from: Anita and Me by Meera Syal
Meena is remembering her seventh birthday trip to Wolverhampton.
My father showed he was sorry by buying me a hot dog on the way home. I sat in the back of the Mini and concentrated on licking the tomato sauce off my fingertips whilst singing ‘Bobbing Along on the Bottom of the Beautiful Briney Sea’ in between slurps. Mummy and papa were talking again, soft whispers, sss sss sss, my mother’s bracelets jingled as she seemed to wipe something from her face. This was my birthday and they were leaving me out again. I squeezed my hot dog and suddenly the sausage shot into my mouth and lodged firmly in my windpipe. I was too shocked to move, my fingers curled uselessly into my fists. They were still talking, engrossed, I could see papa’s eyes in the mirror, darting from my mother’s face to the unfolding road. I thought of writing SAUSAGE STUCK on the windscreen and then realised I could not spell sausage. I was going to die in the back of the car and somewhere inside me, I felt thrilled. It was so dramatic. This was by far the most exciting thing that had ever happened to me.
The car went over a bump in the road and the offending chipolata slipped out of my mouth and into my lap, leaving a red stripe across my yellow satin dress. When my mother looked round, my face was wet with tears and I was panting and pointing the sausage at her like a gun. ‘Just look what you’ve done to your dress! Can’t you be careful?’ I did not tell her what had happened. This was my near death experience and I would make damn sure I’d use it on her one day.
Extract 2 from: The Woman Who Walked into Doors: by Roddy Doyle
This extract is about a young girl, Paula, growing up with her sisters (Carmel and Denise) and brother (Eddie).
I remember lying in my cot just below the bedroom curtain that was blowing in and out over me; the curtain had flowers on it. The sun was on the wall when the curtain blew into the room. There were noises from downstairs, the radio and my mammy humming and putting things on the table. I was warm. Carmel was asleep in her bed. Denise wasn’t born. That’s the first thing I can remember. I think it’s all the one memory, that it all happened at the same time. I think it’s true. I’m not sure but I think there’s another part – my father in the coal shed scraping coal off the floor into the bucket, the screech of the shovel on the concrete. If it did happen then it must have been the weekend because the fire was never lit on weekday mornings. I don’t trust that bit, because I always loved that noise, something about it, even now – maybe knowing that there was a lovely big fire coming. The cot was white, chipped so that some of the wood underneath showed. There was a picture of a fawn at the end where my head was. I thought it was a dog until years later when my daddy took it down out of the attic for Eddie. When I saw it again – I was eleven – it was a fawn. I checked the chips where the white was missing to see if it was the same cot. When I think of happy and home together I see the curtain blowing and the sun on the wall and being snug and ready for the day, before I start thinking about it like an adult. I see flowers on the curtains – but there were never flowers on the curtains in our room. I asked my mammy when I was over there last week did we ever have flowery curtains and she said No, they’d never changed them, always stripes.
a) Compare how these two extracts present memories of early childhood. You should consider:
• the situations and experiences faced by the characters
• how the characters react to these situations and experiences
• how the writers’ use of language and techniques creates effects.
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b) Explore another moment in Anita and Me where childhood is memorably described.
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