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“The Messenger”

If I was able to change the title of one of the stories that we’ve read so far, I would change the title of “The Comet” By W.e.b DuBois. The name is not specific to this story at all. I feel as though short stories are better when you first start reading the story, it’s not completely clear why that is the title. An example of this is one of the short stories we read in class, “The Semplica-Girl Diaries” by George Saunders. At first, the reader may be slightly confused as to why this is the title of the short story. It is obvious that it is a series of diary entries because of the dates and how it is written, but the title becomes more clear later in the story when you find out what a Semplica-Girl is.

When you first start reading this story, it’s obvious that it is going to be about a comet. I would change the title of the story to something a little less obvious such as “The Messenger”. Throughout the story, especially in the beginning, Jim is referred to as “The Messenger”. It would make the reader look deeper into why he is called “the messenger”, and look deeper into the theme of the story, as well as try to understand it better. At first, it seems like he is called “The Messenger '' because it is his job title. But there is a deeper meaning to this title for him that connects to the religious themes of the text. There are many stories called “The Comet” or something similar, that have to do with a comet hitting the earth. But “The Comet” By W.e.b DuBois has deeper themes such as race and religion, which I feel the title should relate to.

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