The Other Side of the Hedge

"The Other Side of the Hedge"

The following essay is about a short-story called "The Other Side of the Hedge" written in first-person by Edward Morgan Foster who was born into an Anglo-Irish and Welsh middle-class family. After Edward's second birth, his father died and consequently, the young man inherited £8,000 from his great-aunt Marianne Thornton. That money was enough to live on and it helped him to become a writer. Edward Foster attended to Tonbridge School in Kent County, and then he went on to study history, philosophy, and literature at King's College, Cambridge, where he received his Bachelor of Arts in 1900. The author is noted for his use of symbolism as a technique in his novels and he is well-known for his ironic and well-plotted novels examining class difference and hypocrisy in early 20th-century British society. Among his considerable repertoire of works "The Other Side the Hedge" is part of an anthology which serves as a metaphor for life, death and afterlife.

"The Other Side of the Hedge" is about a young man walking on a dusty endless road. The man was tired and he needed to have a break. However, the man was not the only one walking on the road; the narrator watched others pass by as they jeered at him for having fallen short on the road. His muscles were weary that he could not bear his things. All of a sudden a little puff of air revived him, when he opened his eyes he could see a light through dead leaves. When there were no longer people around, he took himself through a parched hedge. The main character wanted to know what was behind that. Unfortunately, as the vegetation was full of thorns and they scratched his face, he man only depended on his feet to push him forward, because he could not see what was in front of him. Suddenly cold water closed round his head, and he seemed sinking down. However, he cried for help and someone saved him. Overwhelmed, the narrator allowed the guide to lead him away from the water. Forcibly, the guide led the narrator through that trapped paradise. The narrator was perplexed by the lack of motivation for an aim; as he followed the guide, he argued continually about the superiority of the men. Nevertheless, the guide had a different opinion about it. Then, the guide took the man to a set of gates; the first one was made of ivory, it opened outwards the road. The narrator exclaimed that it was his road,