My beginning students are winding up their Chick Lit short stories (six to ten pages, due Friday), and I’ve been encouraging them to use a definitive voice. You know, writing like a girl would think and speak.
Today I took a different tack. I profiled the writing voice of…a cat.
First we discussed the characteristics of film noir. And then, for reasons you’ll see in a minute, I transitioned into describing French fatalism as Americans perceive it. You get the drift, that “I am alone, misunderstood and powerless; it is my fate” kind of thing.
Finally I came to the real point of the lesson: voice. Enter Henri, Le Chat Noir .
This short film by William Braden is, like, genius stuff. You’ve probably already seen it, but in case you haven’t, here is the tuxedo cat Henri, in all his existential glory.
It’s no surprise that the students loved him. Hats off to inspirational feline ennui.
Cat illustration courtesy of Webweaver.nu