King Of Children Reflection

Whilst reading the King of Children I felt a resemblance to many western stories that we have had in the past decade. Although Western movies and stories are what I am usually used to I found that the King of Children added a new complex understanding of what it is like to become a teacher without any real proper training during the culture revolution. The story which is the third in a series. The reader follows the life of beanpole who is scouted by the officials to teach at a school up in the mountains. When he arrives, he realizes that the kids he is teaching is not up to the level that he originally thought they were, which in turn brings beanpole to not only teach them but to reach into their souls and really make them better people and students. While I believe that the director did his due diligence with the film I believe that he did not

I wanted to focus in on one portion when beanpole and his friend are in his room, and the detail of the leaky roof, the wobbly desk, and the bed without a mattress really allowed me to materialize in my mind what I thought of this tiny room. Personally, I saw somewhat of a prison cell smallness, with the furniture that was made out of what I would assume is bamboo, but in my head, I didn't see it as a wood I just saw it as a full-fledged furniture item. I imagined the roof being covered with a black tarp to try and keep the rain out, with the bamboo on the bottom of that, similar to a sukkah in the Jewish religion. Although when seeing the movie for the first time, that view obviously changed because the director, and the art crew, decided for it to be a completely different place and time and of course scene. I do wish that we could have had a bit more detail with the mattress being gone of course and the different details that brought the book alive to