The Piazza Tales

            The Piazza Tales, By Herman Melville.
            
             The book that I read was The Piazza Tales. These tales were six short stories that consisted of The Piazza,Bartleby, Benito Cereno, The Lightening-rod Man, The Encantadas, and The Bell Tower. These six short stories were all around the same type of book. They all have some tradgey. In Bartleby, the narrator gets used to Bartleby being around him and in the end he dies in a prison because he would "Prefer not to." All of the shot stories also have a love hate relationship in it. In The Piazza the narrator loves piazzas so much that he builds one on his house. He hates the house for two reasons, one because it dosen't have a piazza and two the house dosen't n allow for the piazza to go all the way around the house. The Narrator also loves the view from the house because he can see Charlemagne from the north side of the house, he can see the long camp of the Hearth Stone Hills, fading far away twords Quito, and every fall, a small white flake of something peering suddenly, of a coolish morning, from the top most cliff, from the east side of the house, from the south side there are .
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             apple trees, to see the white-budded orchard on a balmy morning in the month of May, and in October a green arsenal yard, and an upland pasture, allying away into a maple wood at top to the west. That takes us bact to hating the house because the house won't allow for the piazza to go all the way around it. These stories also have some justice and injustice. In Bartleby, the narrator has to decide what to do to Bartleby, because he isn't listening to him and is not obeying him when he wants him to do something. These stories are also identity stories. In The Piazza it is Kunstterroman because he is an artist who sits in his piazza and becomes a better artist as he paints Charlemagne. In Bartleby it is a mistaken Identity through disguise by the cantral character. It is a mistaken Identity because Bartleby never spoke about himself and always would hide from people and never spoke about anything.