The picture of dorian gray

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The picture of dorian gray

  1. 1. Standing on the Shoulders of Giants
  2. 2. Once you have acquired the skill of close reading, you can use this ability to ‘harvest’ the stylistic features of successful descriptive writing you admire, and use it to ‘seed’ your own original work. This is NOT cheating – writer’s call it RESEARCH!
  3. 3. This is NOT acceptable!
  4. 4. Be on the look out for striking use of words, imagery and sentence structures. Keep a note of those elements that you feel might have a home in your own writing. The history of literature is your playground, should you wish to use it!
  5. 5. The Picture of Dorian Gray
  6. 6. The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn. From the corner of the divan of Persian saddle- bags on which he was lying, smoking, as was his custom, innumerable cigarettes, Lord Henry Wotton could just catch the gleam of the honey- sweet and honey-coloured blossoms of a laburnum, whose tremulous branches seemed hardly able to bear the burden of a beauty so flame-like as theirs; and now and then the fantastic shadows of birds in flight flitted across the long tussore-silk curtains that were stretched in front of the huge window, producing a kind of momentary Japanese effect, and making him think of those pallid, jade-faced painters of Tokyo who, through the medium of an art that is necessarily immobile, seek to convey the sense of swiftness and motion.
  7. 7. The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn. From the corner of the divan of Persian saddle- bags on which he was lying, smoking, as was his custom, innumerable cigarettes, Lord Henry Wotton could just catch the gleam of the honey- sweet and honey-coloured blossoms of a laburnum, whose tremulous branches seemed hardly able to bear the burden of a beauty so flame-like as theirs; and now and then the fantastic shadows of birds in flight flitted across the long tussore-silk curtains that were stretched in front of the huge window, producing a kind of momentary Japanese effect, and making him think of those pallid, jade-faced painters of Tokyo who, through the medium of an art that is necessarily immobile, seek to convey the sense of swiftness and motion.
  8. 8. The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn. From the corner of the divan of Persian saddle- bags on which he was lying, smoking, as was his custom, innumerable cigarettes, Lord Henry Wotton could just catch the gleam of the honey- sweet and honey-coloured blossoms of a laburnum, whose tremulous branches seemed hardly able to bear the burden of a beauty so flame-like as theirs; and now and then the fantastic shadows of birds in flight flitted across the long tussore-silk curtains that were stretched in front of the huge window, producing a kind of momentary Japanese effect, and making him think of those pallid, jade-faced painters of Tokyo who, through the medium of an art that is necessarily immobile, seek to convey the sense of swiftness and motion.
  9. 9. The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn. From the corner of the divan of Persian saddle- bags on which he was lying, smoking, as was his custom, innumerable cigarettes, Lord Henry Wotton could just catch the gleam of the honey- sweet and honey-coloured blossoms of a laburnum, whose tremulous branches seemed hardly able to bear the burden of a beauty so flame-like as theirs; and now and then the fantastic shadows of birds in flight flitted across the long tussore-silk curtains that were stretched in front of the huge window, producing a kind of momentary Japanese effect, and making him think of those pallid, jade-faced painters of Tokyo who, through the medium of an art that is necessarily immobile, seek to convey the sense of swiftness and motion.
  10. 10. The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn. From the corner of the divan of Persian saddle- bags on which he was lying, smoking, as was his custom, innumerable cigarettes, Lord Henry Wotton could just catch the gleam of the honey- sweet and honey-coloured blossoms of a laburnum, whose tremulous branches seemed hardly able to bear the burden of a beauty so flame-like as theirs; and now and then the fantastic shadows of birds in flight flitted across the long tussore-silk curtains that were stretched in front of the huge window, producing a kind of momentary Japanese effect, and making him think of those pallid, jade-faced painters of Tokyo who, through the medium of an art that is necessarily immobile, seek to convey the sense of swiftness and motion.
  11. 11. The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn. From the corner of the divan of Persian saddle- bags on which he was lying, smoking, as was his custom, innumerable cigarettes, Lord Henry Wotton could just catch the gleam of the honey- sweet and honey-coloured blossoms of a laburnum, whose tremulous branches seemed hardly able to bear the burden of a beauty so flame-like as theirs; and now and then the fantastic shadows of birds in flight flitted across the long tussore-silk curtains that were stretched in front of the huge window, producing a kind of momentary Japanese effect, and making him think of those pallid, jade-faced painters of Tokyo who, through the medium of an art that is necessarily immobile, seek to convey the sense of swiftness and motion.
  12. 12. The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn. From the corner of the divan of Persian saddle- bags on which he was lying, smoking, as was his custom, innumerable cigarettes, Lord Henry Wotton could just catch the gleam of the honey- sweet and honey-coloured blossoms of a laburnum, whose tremulous branches seemed hardly able to bear the burden of a beauty so flame-like as theirs; and now and then the fantastic shadows of birds in flight flitted across the long tussore-silk curtains that were stretched in front of the huge window, producing a kind of momentary Japanese effect, and making him think of those pallid, jade-faced painters of Tokyo who, through the medium of an art that is necessarily immobile, seek to convey the sense of swiftness and motion.
  13. 13. The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn. From the corner of the divan of Persian saddle- bags on which he was lying, smoking, as was his custom, innumerable cigarettes, Lord Henry Wotton could just catch the gleam of the honey- sweet and honey-coloured blossoms of a laburnum, whose tremulous branches seemed hardly able to bear the burden of a beauty so flame-like as theirs; and now and then the fantastic shadows of birds in flight flitted across the long tussore-silk curtains that were stretched in front of the huge window, producing a kind of momentary Japanese effect, and making him think of those pallid, jade-faced painters of Tokyo who, through the medium of an art that is necessarily immobile, seek to convey the sense of swiftness and motion.
  14. 14. The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn. From the corner of the divan of Persian saddle- bags on which he was lying, smoking, as was his custom, innumerable cigarettes, Lord Henry Wotton could just catch the gleam of the honey- sweet and honey-coloured blossoms of a laburnum, whose tremulous branches seemed hardly able to bear the burden of a beauty so flame-like as theirs; and now and then the fantastic shadows of birds in flight flitted across the long tussore-silk curtains that were stretched in front of the huge window, producing a kind of momentary Japanese effect, and making him think of those pallid, jade-faced painters of Tokyo who, through the medium of an art that is necessarily immobile, seek to convey the sense of swiftness and motion.
  15. 15. The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn. From the corner of the divan of Persian saddle- bags on which he was lying, smoking, as was his custom, innumerable cigarettes, Lord Henry Wotton could just catch the gleam of the honey- sweet and honey-coloured blossoms of a laburnum, whose tremulous branches seemed hardly able to bear the burden of a beauty so flame-like as theirs; and now and then the fantastic shadows of birds in flight flitted across the long tussore-silk curtains that were stretched in front of the huge window, producing a kind of momentary Japanese effect, and making him think of those pallid, jade-faced painters of Tokyo who, through the medium of an art that is necessarily immobile, seek to convey the sense of swiftness and motion.
  16. 16. The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn. From the corner of the divan of Persian saddle- bags on which he was lying, smoking, as was his custom, innumerable cigarettes, Lord Henry Wotton could just catch the gleam of the honey- sweet and honey-coloured blossoms of a laburnum, whose tremulous branches seemed hardly able to bear the burden of a beauty so flame-like as theirs; and now and then the fantastic shadows of birds in flight flitted across the long tussore-silk curtains that were stretched in front of the huge window, producing a kind of momentary Japanese effect, and making him think of those pallid, jade-faced painters of Tokyo who, through the medium of an art that is necessarily immobile, seek to convey the sense of swiftness and motion.
  17. 17. The Picture of a ‘Nobody’
  18. 18. A delicate film of perspiration appeared on the upper lip of the old lady, as she struggled under the burden of her innumerable shopping bags. She paused for a moment for a short rest, and her tremulous hands pushed back a few flame-like strands of hair that had fallen across her face. There was a sudden knock from the window joined to the ledge on which the lady was sitting, and an annoyed face appeared above a body that was telling her to move along. As the autumn breeze danced amidst the crisp packets and other rubbish on the ground, the weary woman once again gathered her bags. A look of disillusionment with the world flitted across her pallid face as she walked towards her unknown destination.
  19. 19. Spot the influence!
  20. 20. A delicate film of perspiration appeared on the upper lip of the old lady, as she struggled under the burden of her innumerable shopping bags. She paused for a moment for a short rest, and her tremulous hands pushed back a few flame-like strands of hair that had fallen across her face. There was a sudden knock from the window joined to the ledge on which the lady was sitting, and an annoyed face appeared above a body that was telling her to move along. As the autumn breeze danced amidst the crisp packets and other rubbish on the ground, the weary woman once again gathered her bags. A look of disillusionment with the world flitted across her pallid face as she walked towards her unknown destination.
  21. 21. A delicate film of perspiration appeared on the upper lip of the old lady, as she struggled under the burden of her innumerable shopping bags. She paused for a moment for a short rest, and her tremulous hands pushed back a few flame-like strands of hair that had fallen across her face. There was a sudden knock from the window joined to the ledge on which the lady was sitting, and an annoyed face appeared above a body that was telling her to move along. As the autumn breeze danced amidst the crisp packets and other rubbish on the ground, the weary woman once again gathered her bags. A look of disillusionment with the world flitted across her pallid face as she walked towards her unknown destination.
  22. 22. Pruning words
  23. 23. A delicate film of perspiration appeared on the upper lip of the old lady, as she struggled under the burden of her innumerable shopping bags. She paused for a moment momentarily for a short rest, and her tremulous hands pushed back a few flame-like strands of hair that had fallen across her face. There was a sudden knock from the window joined to adjoining the ledge on which the lady was sitting resting, and an annoyed irate face appeared above a body that was telling gesticulating for her to move along. As the autumn breeze danced amidst the crisp packets and other rubbish detritus on the ground, the weary woman once again gathered her bags belongings. A look of disillusionment with the world flitted across her pallid face. She walked trudged towards her unknown destination.
  24. 24. A work in progress…
  25. 25. A delicate film of perspiration appeared on the upper lip of the old lady, as she struggled under the burden of her innumerable shopping bags. She paused momentarily for a short rest, and her tremulous hands pushed back a few flame-like strands of hair that had fallen across her face. There was a sudden knock from the window adjoining the ledge on which the lady was resting, and an irate face appeared above a body that was gesticulating for her to move along. As the autumn breeze danced amidst the crisp packets and other detritus on the ground, the weary woman once again gathered her bags belongings. A look of disillusionment with the world flitted across her pallid face. She trudged towards her unknown destination.
  26. 26. Descriptive writing checklist
  27. 27. Imaginative comparisons which overlay with descriptive details Use of rich vocabulary Use of the present participle Use of contrasting images Use of anthropomorphism
  28. 28. Structure Point of view Strong verb choices Appealing to the senses Similes and metaphors
  29. 29. Variety of sentence structures Concrete details Human activity to contextualise the setting Mood or atmosphere

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