Key Thoughts Setting The story is set is a desolate place where two nipa huts are the only visible houses. The occupants of both the houses are distant and cold towards each other. Their attitudes reflect the remoteness and emptiness of their location. But the bamboo fence was not always there. The parched soil between the two houses was once rich and fertile as the neighbours used to share a bond of warmth and care. But it all changed one night.
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The setting is reflective of the kind of characters and the situation they would be in. The nipa huts look desolate and empty, reflective of how their occupants behave and feel for each other. They have no neighbors and yet the need for each other seems remote and distant. Hatred overrules. They are most afraid one of them would give way. The building of the fence seems necessary to protect themselves from each other.
Hatred comes from a betrayal-- when Aling Biang caught her husband with Aling Sebia, the childless widow. Aling Biang could not forgive. Aling Sebia seems not remorseful as she matches the anger and hatred of Aling Biang.
The husband left without a word and never came back. He is part of the mess, but left it unsettled. The vegetable rows that used to separate the nipa huts are slowly dying.
The owners are afraid that if they watered the vegetables, they would also at the same time nurture the plants of the other. This seems reflective of their unwillingness to forgive and live again.
Aling Sebia is going to deliver a child. Aling Biang is the only person who could help her. This could have been an opportunity for reconciliation, but after Aling Biang helps her there is complete silence. The hatred goes on like a curse. The children of the two women grow unhealthy and ugly. It is the very first music in his life. Although the notes are not complete, Iking likes to hear it. When he reaches fifteen, he stops sleeping beside his mother.
He wants to sleep by the door where he could hear the guitar being played. He is beginning to show signs of protest, but he is physically weak. This time he knows it is the girl who plays the guitar. He wants to destroy the fence that is starting to decay.
But his mother reinforces the decaying stakes which had been weathered by time. It is Christmas. They pray and yet Iking doubts if his mother could really pray. Again, Iking wants the girl to play the guitar -- and he tells her this as he whispers through the bamboo fence.
He is happy when the girl appears to have heard and understood him. Iking waits, but he is afraid the fence has reached her heart. Nevertheless, he waits because there is no fence in his heart. Then he died. The guitar plays a few minutes after Iking died. Now, the musical notes are completed. Alling Biang, on the other hand, finds the playing of the guitar a mockery.
His death does not soften her heart. The fence remains strengthened. How can two women hate each other for so long? Why cant they love and be compassionate with each other? Where is the man? Related Questions.
José Garcia Villa
The Fence by Jose Garcia Villa Posted on by khevinstinct They should have stood apart, away from each other, those two nipa houses. There should have been a lofty impenetrable wall between them, so that they should not stare so coldly, so starkly, at each other—just staring, not saying a word, not even a cruel word. Only a yard of parched soil separated them, a yard of brittle-crusted earth with only a stray weed or two to show there was life still in its bosom. They stood there on the roadside, they two alone, neighborless but for themselves, and they were like two stealthy shadows, each avid to betray the other.
What is the summary of the short story THE FENCE by Jose Villa Garcia?
Like a plant that is to Become a tree, so was I Taken out of the little container, Carefully, while earth While Villa agreed with William Carlos Williams that "prose can be a laboratory for metrics", he tried to make the adapted words his own. His opinion on what makes a good poetry was in contrast to the progressive style of Walt Whitman , concerning which he said: "Poetry should evoke an emotional response. The poet has a breathlessness in him that he converts into a breathlessness of words, which in turn becomes the breathlessness of the reader. This is the sign of a true poet. All other verse, without this appeal, is just verse. His writing style, as well as his personality and staunch opinions on writing, has often made him considered as an eccentric.