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Monday 23 May 2016 – MorningGCSE ENGLISH LITERATURE
A663/02 Prose from Different Cultures (Higher Tier)
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Of Mice and Men: John Steinbeck page 2 Questions 1(a)–(b) To Kill a Mockingbird: Harper Lee page 3 Questions 2(a)–(b) Anita and Me: Meera Syal pages 4–5 Questions 3(a)–(b) The Joy Luck Club: Amy Tan pages 6–7 Questions 4(a)–(b) Paddy Clarke Ha Ha Ha: Roddy Doyle pages 8–9 Questions 5(a)–(b) Tsotsi: Athol Fugard pages 10–11 Questions 6(a)–(b)
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1 (a) George’svoicebecamedeeper.Herepeatedhiswordsrhythmicallyas though he had said them many times before. “Guys like us, that work on ranches, are the loneliest guys in the world. They got no family. They don’tbelongnoplace.Theycometoaranchan’workupastakeandthentheygointatownandblowtheirstake,andthefirstthingyouknowthey’repoundin’ their tail on some other ranch. They ain’t got nothing to look ahead to.”
Lenniewasdelighted.“That’sit—that’sit.Nowtellhowitiswithus.” Georgewenton. “Withus itain’t like that.Wegota future.Wegot
Lennie broke in. “But not us! An’ why? Because … because I got you to look after me, and you got me to look after you, and that’s why.” He laughed delightedly. “Go on now, George!”
“You got it by heart. You can do it yourself.” “No,you.Iforgetsomea’thethings.Tellabouthowit’sgonnabe.” “O.K.Someday—we’regonnagetthejacktogetherandwe’regonna
havealittlehouseandacoupleofacresan’acowandsomepigsand—” “An’ live off the fatta the lan’,”Lennieshouted.“An’haverabbits. Go
on,George!Tellaboutwhatwe’regonnahaveinthegardenandabouttherabbits in the cages and about the rain in the winter and the stove, and how thick the cream is on the milk like you can hardly cut it. Tell about that, George.”
get to tend the rabbits.” “Well,” saidGeorge, “we’ll haveabig vegetablepatchanda rabbit
hutchandchickens.Andwhenitrainsinthewinter,we’lljustsaythehellwithgoin’towork,andwe’llbuildupafireinthestoveandsetarounditan’listentotheraincomin’downontheroof—Nuts!”Hetookouthispocketknife.“Iain’tgottimefornomore.”Hedrovehisknifethroughthetopofone of the bean cans, sawed out the top and passed the can to Lennie. Then he opened a second can. From his side pocket he brought out two spoons and passed one of them to Lennie.
Either 1 (a) HowdoesSteinbeck’swritingmakethissuchamovingandrevealingmomentinthenovel?
Remembertorefertothewriter’suseof languageandtosupportyourideaswithdetails from the passage and the rest of the novel. [40]
Or 1 (b) ExplorehowSteinbeck’swritingvividlyconveysthelonelinessoflifeontheranch.
Remembertorefertothewriter’suseof languageandtosupportyourideaswithdetails from the novel. [40]
‘Anyway, Jemholleredand Ididn’t hearhimanymorean’ thenextthing – Mr Ewell was tryin’ to squeeze me to death, I reckon… thensomebodyyankedMrEwelldown.Jemmusthavegotup,Iguess.That’sallIknow…’
‘Andthen?’MrTatewaslookingatmesharply. ‘Somebodywasstaggerin’aroundandpantin’and–coughing fit to
die. I thought itwas Jemat first, but it didn’t sound like him, so Iwentlookin’forJemontheground.IthoughtAtticushadcometohelpusandhadgotworeout—’
‘Whowasit?’ ‘Whythereheis,MrTate,hecantellyouhisname.’ As Isaid it, Ihalfpointed to theman in thecorner,butbroughtmy
He was still leaning against the wall. He had been leaning against thewallwhenIcameintotheroom,hisarmsfoldedacrosshischest.AsIpointedhebroughthisarmsdownandpressedthepalmsofhishandsagainst the wall. They were white hands, sickly white hands that had never seen the sun, so white they stood out garishly against the dull cream wall inthedimlightofJem’sroom.
I looked from his hands to his sand-stained khaki pants; my eyestravelled up his thin frame to his torn denim shirt. His face was as white ashishandsbut forashadowonhis juttingchin.Hischeekswere thinto hollowness; his mouth was wide; there were shallow, almost delicate indentationsathistemples,andhisgreyeyesweresocolourlessIthoughthe was blind. His hair was dead and thin, almost feathery on top of his head.
WhenIpointedtohimhispalmsslippedslightly,leavinggreasysweatstreaks on the wall, and he hooked his thumbs in his belt. A strange small spasmshookhim,asifheheardfingernailsscrapeslate,butasIgazedathim in wonder the tension slowly drained from his face. His lips parted into atimidsmileandourneighbour’simageblurredwithmysuddentears.
‘Hey,Boo,’Isaid.
Either 2 (a) HowdoesLee’swritingmake this suchadramatic and revealingmoment in thenovel?
Remembertorefertothewriter’suseof languageandtosupportyourideaswithdetails from the passage and the rest of the novel. [40]
Or 2 (b) HowdoesLee’swritingmakeScoutandJem’s trip to theFirstPurchaseChurchwithCalpurniasuchamemorablemomentinthenovel?
Remembertorefertothewriter’suseof languageandtosupportyourideaswithdetails from the novel. [40]
3 (a) Isoonfoundoutwheremydividedloyaltiesreallylay,andithappenedthat afternoon when Pinky and Baby arrived. Auntie Shaila had decided to comeearlytohelpmamawiththecookingfortheeveningmeal,‘Asshenever gets any rest with that mundaonherbackalltheday…Still,suchachumpy-sweetiepieheis…’WhatIhadnotbargainedforwasthatshewould drag along her two docile daughters who had once been my friends but whose presence now made me groan inwardly as they carefully got outofAuntieShaila’sHillmanImp.
Baby nodded shyly, hiding behind Pinky as usual, looking to her to answerforher.Oncetheadultshaddisappearedintothehouse,IstoppedpretendingIwasvaguelypleasedtoseethemandstaredatthemmoodily.Theywereinmatchingoutfitsagain,pinkjumperswithheartsanddaisiesaround theneck, jeanswithacarefully ironedcrease runningdown thelegs, long black hair in bunches, held together with cutesy plastic bobbles. Pinky was my age, Baby a year younger, and they looked to me like infants.
ofPunjabi in it, theover-pronunciationof theconsonants, thewayeverysentence rose at the end so everything became a question, forcing you to answerandjoinin.
‘No!’ I spat back, furious thatmy afternoon plans of strolling up toSherrie’sfarmwithAnitahadbeenruined.
LookingatPinkyandBaby’stimid,apprehensivefaces,IknewAnitawould enjoy snacking on their insecurities, their obvious lack ofWenchpotential. If anything, theywere tooeasya target,merehorsd’oeuvresforAnita’sappetite.IalsoknewthatifIhadanysenseofmercyIshouldbundle them both into the house and leave them in front of the television, their purity intact. But it was too late; Anita was standing at my front gate in askirtthatbarelycoveredherthighsandoneofhermum’soldcardiganswhich had two saggy pouches at the front, like deflated balloons, where Deirdre’sboobsshouldhavebeen.
‘Am yow comin’ then, our Meena?’ Anita’s tone was deceptivelygentle,shestoodbackslightly,sluttishly,andenjoyed thesightofPinkyandBabyshrinkingbackfromhercockygaze.
4 (a) WhatIendedupshowinghimwasthegarden.Bythetimehearrived,the late-afternoon summer fog had already blown in. I had the divorcepapers in the pocket of my windbreaker. Ted was shivering in his sports jacketashesurveyedthedamagetothegarden.
“Whatamess,”Iheardhimmuttertohimself,tryingtoshakehispantleg loose of a blackberry vine that had meandered onto the walkway. And Iknewhewascalculatinghowlongitwouldtaketogettheplacebackintoorder.
“I likeit thisway,”Isaid,pattingthetopsofovergrowncarrots,theirorange heads pushing through the earth as if about to be born. And then Isawtheweeds:Somehadsproutedinandoutofthecracksinthepatio.Others had anchored on the side of the house. And even more had found refuge under loose shingles and were on their way to climbing up to theroof.Nowaytopull themoutoncethey’veburied themselves in themasonry;you’denduppullingthewholebuildingdown.
Ted was picking up plums from the ground and tossing them over the fenceintotheneighbor’syard.“Wherearethepapers?”hefinallysaid.
And the answer, the one that was important above everything else, ranthroughmybodyandfell frommylips:“Youcan’t justpullmeoutofyour life and throw me away.”
I saw what I wanted: his eyes, confused, then scared. He washulihudu. The power of my words was that strong.
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