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LOYOLA COLLEGE (AUTONOMOUS), CHENNAI - 600 034 B.A. DEGREE EXAMINATION – ENGLISH LITERATURE V SEMESTER - NOVEMBER 2004 EL 5503/ENG 508 – CRITICISM TO THEORY Date :01.11.04 Max. Marks:100 Duration:9 – 12 noon Hours:3hours PART A I Answer any five of the following in about 150 words each. Choose at least two from each section: (5 x 8 = 40) Section A 01. Who is a true critic? Bring out the characteristics of a 'true critic'. 02. Explain expressive theory of criticism with examples. 03. Enumerate a few advantages of Literary Criticism. 04. What is 'deconstructive criticism'? Explain. Section B 05. Cull out any four features of New Criticism. 06. Write a paragraph on the concept of Marxist Criticism. 07. What are the salient features of Myth Criticism. 08. Write a short note on the features of Neo - Classical Criticism. PART B II Answer the following in about 400 words each . (2 x 20 = 40) 09. (a) How do Sandra Gilbert and Susan Gubar substantiate the statement "for all literary artists, of course, self - definition necessarily precedes self - assertion ..."? (OR) (b) What are the views expressed by Jacques Derrida in "Differance"? 10. (a) "The historical novel arose ... at about the time of Napoleon's collapse (Scott's Waverley appeared in 1814) ..." Illustrate this statement with reference to Georg Lukacs's treatise The Historical Novel (OR) Summarise Freud's concept of Psycho - analytic approach to Literature from his Creative Writers and Day - Dreaming. PART C Attempt a critical analysis of the following poem: (20 marks) AN IRISH AIRMAN FORESEES HIS DEATH I know that I shall meet my fate Somewhere among the clouds above, Those that I fight I do not hate Those that I guard I do not love, My country is Kiltartan cross, My countrymen Kiltartan's poor, No likely end could bring them loss or leave them happier than before. Nor law, nor duty bade me fight, Nor Public man, nor cheering crowds, A lonely impulse of delight Drove to this tumult in the clouds; I balanced all, brought all to mind, The years to come seemed waste of breath, A waste of breath the years behind In balance with this life, this death.