Dv Table of Maestro

Setting Idea/s – Conveys the impression that Darwin is a place where people who don’t fit in come together| Topic sentence/s – the distinctively visual setting in Maestro assists in representing/capturing the identity of Darwin of the 1960’s. | Evidence| Techniques| Effect| After a difficult days work at the hospital not long after arriving in Darwin, Paul’s father remarks rather irately that â€Å"All the drifters†, the misfits†, â€Å"All the scum in the country has somehow risen to this one town† (p. )| Metaphors, adjectives| Irritation is emitted by the use of metaphors and adjectives. | Paul’s initial observations of Darwin as he moved there is that â€Å"I loved the town of booze and blow at first sight. And above all its smell: those hot, steamy perfumes that wrapped about me as we stepped off the plane†¦ Moist, compost air. Sweet? and? sour air†¦Ã¢â‚¬  (p. 9)| Metaphors, oxymoron, adjectives, alliterati on, imagery| | As Paul got used to the surrounding of Darwin, he describes that â€Å"Everything grew larger than life in the steamy hothouse of Darwin, and the people were no exception. (p. 11) | Metaphors, descriptive language| | Paul explains the people in Darwin that â€Å"They sought forgetfulness, not remembrance†¦A town populated by men who had run as far as they could flee. † (p. 17)| Descriptive language, similes, metaphors| | Characters Idea/s – the protagonist, Paul, shows his immaturity through is behaviour | Topic sentence/s –the immaturity of some characters can be shown through the distinctively visual techniques used. | Evidence/quotes| Techniques| Effect| I was child enough – self centred enough – to think it likely. (p. ) (Paul reminisces about his thoughts on Keller when he was fifteen) | | | Apart from the piano they had little in common. When I think of my parents, I see only polarities. (p. 15)(Paul’s views of his parents)| | | I performed†¦basking in an older, more adult acceptance that should have more than compensated for my own age group’s rejection. (p. 29)| | | I redoubled my efforts to defy the theory of limits and approach ever more closely – and finally grasp – the ideal I was sure he felt me incapable of reaching. (p. 32)(Paul’s urge to prove Keller wrong)| | | One voice was always missing from the chorus of praise: my teacher’s. p. 35)| | | I felt strangely empty, deflated. Nothing worthwhile was ever achieved so easily, a small voice – perhaps my father’s, perhaps Keller’s – nagged deeply inside. (P. 91)| | | Idea/s – Keller’s advices that he is giving to Paul to help try to make him grow| Topic Sentence/s – | Evidence/quotes| Techniques| Effect| You are spoilt†¦First you must learn to listen. (P. 12)| | | You must know when to move on. To search too long for perfection can also paralyse . (P. 31)| | | Perhaps there can be no perfection. Only levels of imperfection. (p. 31) (Keller’s advice to Paul signalling that there is no such thing as being perfect. | | | I suspected I was glimpsing some part of him that had long been repressed: some frivolous, joyous core that hardship, childhood tragedy and the War had buried inside him too long. (P. 42)| | | The forgery must have taken many times longer than the original†¦It was technically better†¦And yet something was missing. Not much – but something. (p. 46) (One of Keller’s sayings, but said in a manner of little regard to everyone else around him. )| | | Events Idea/s – | Topic sentence/s – | Evidence/quotes| Techniques| Effect| I felt strangely empty, deflated.Nothing worthwhile was ever achieved so easily, a small voice – perhaps my father’s, perhaps Keller’s – nagged deeply inside. (p. 91) (Paul’s emotions after he had won the music comp etition with his band. )| | | Only now can I recognize the scene for what it was: a confessional, a privilege that I, through selfishness and sensual addiction, failed to accept. (P. 117)| | | Honourable mention became the story of my life, no matter how much I practiced. I had found my level†¦ (p. 128)| | | Soon I would be flying back to the South: to the woman and child that I loved, within the confines of a life that I hated. (P. 149)| | |