THEORY ANALYSIS
OF SNOW WHITE AND THE HUNTSMAN NOVEL
1.
Preface
Snow white and the huntsman novel is a novel
that arise in May 6th, 2012 by an author; Lily Blake, the novel was
famous in western country, it found in Google news that there were three novels
which sell in demand
included Snow White & the Huntsman novel. One of a reader’s reasons that;
the novel is very interesting, the novel is romance, etc.
In this case, I try to analysis about the novel which
contained theoretical value.
2.
Analysis theory
- Power Politic theory
The novel showed how authority serves society
and how to get it.
It was the coldest winter the kingdom had ever
known. Frost covered the gravestones. The rosebushes in the castle garden were
nearly bare, their leaves shriveled and brown. King Magnus stood on the edge of
the forest with Duke Hammond, waiting for the other army to arrive. The king
could see his own breath. The slow, steady clouds expanded in front of his
face, then disappeared into the cold morning air. His hands were numb. He
didn’t feel the weight of the armor on his back, or the way the chain mail
pressed against his neck with metal so cold it stung his skin. He didn’t worry
about the enemies on the other side of the battlefield, and he wasn’t afraid.
Inside, he was already dead.
Yet his army stood behind him. One of the
horses whinnied through the fog. It has been nearly a year, he thought. She
died almost a year ago. He had held her head in his hands, watched as the life
left her eyes. What was he to do? Who was he without her? He sat in his
chambers, his young daughter perched on his knee, but the cloud of grief was
too thick. He couldn’t hear a word she uttered. “Yes, Snow White,” he’d say,
his mind somewhere else as she peppered him with questions. “Right, my darling,
I know.”
Far across the field, he could see the enemy
army. They were shadow warriors, a dark clan gathered by some inexplicable,
magical force. They stood in the morning mist as ghostly silhouettes—nameless
and faceless. Their armor was a dull black. At times it was hard to tell where
the forest ended and they began.
Duke Hammond turned to him, his brows knitted
together in worry. “From what hell comes this army?” he asked.
King Magnus set his jaw. He shook his head,
trying to pull himself out of the stupor that had lingered for months. He had a
kingdom to protect, now and always.
“A hell they’ll soon revisit!” he yelled. Then
he raised his sword, leading his troops to charge.
They raced toward the enemy army, their swords
aimed at the figures’ throats. Soon the shadows were upon them. The warriors’
armor was similar to theirs, but beneath it were black shadows that shifted and
swirled like smoke. A faceless warrior ran toward King Magnus, his weapon
drawn. The king swung his sword, and the figure shattered like glass, thousands
of black shards flying out in every direction. The king looked up, stunned. All
around him, his men were attacking the shadows, and one by one, each warrior
exploded into the morning mist. The sparkling shards fell to the ground and
disappeared into the hard, frost-covered soil. Within minutes, the field was
empty. The king’s troops stood there, alone, the sounds of their breaths the
only thing left hanging in the air. It was as though the enemy army had never
been there at all.
The king and Duke Hammond shared a confused look.
Through the fog, the king could make out a small wooden structure standing
between the trees. He started toward it. When he was twenty feet away, he could
see it was a prison wagon. He dismounted his horse and peered inside, noticing
a woman cowering in a corner. Wavy blond hair cascaded down her back. A veil
hid her face.
She’d been taken captive by the army—who knows
what they had done to her? The dark forces were said to have killed and maimed
hundreds of prisoners, even some children. He swiftly brought his sword down on
the lock, smashing it.
“You are free now. You have nothing to fear
from me,” he spoke to her, reaching out his hand for the young woman to take.
“What is your name, my lady?”
Slowly, the woman turned toward him, her small
frame becoming visible in the light. She rested her thin hand in his and lifted
her veil. King Magnus stared into the woman’s beautiful, heart-shaped face. She
had full lips and heavy-lidded blue eyes, and two thin gold braids pulled her
hair away from her high cheekbones. She couldn’t have been more than twenty
years old.
“My name is Ravenna, sire,” she said softly.
(First part – Chapter 1 - first paragraph-6)
- Patriotism theory
1. “I have rested long enough,” she said. She looked
out on the thick crowd. A woman was crying, her face in her hands as she told
her children how Snow White had been brought back from the dead. “It’s a
miracle,” everyone kept whispering. That word hung the air.
Snow White looked into the duke’s gray eyes.
His face was covered in wrinkles. “I am ready to ride by your side, my lord,”
she said, “when you face the Queen in battle.”
(Second part - Chapter 20 - the 16th
paragraph – page: 113)
2. “I have been told that I represent you,” Snow
White called out, the words coming easily. She felt nothing but peace. Never
had she been so certain of anything. “I have been told my place is not to fight
but to stay here, safely behind these walls. I will not.” She looked at Muir,
who was staring in her direction, his eyes glittering.
“I hold life sacred, even more since I’ve
tasted freedom,” Snow White continued. “But I’ve lost my fear of death. If
Ravenna comes for me, I will ride to meet her. And if she doesn’t come for me,
I will ride to meet her. Alone, if I must.” Snow White turned to the generals
standing outside a massive tent. “But if you join me, I will gladly give my
life for you. Because this land and its people have lost too much.”
(Second part - Chapter 20 - the 23 paragraph
– page: 14)
- Romance theory
We found a romance sense
inside the novel.
She wiped her eyes, trying
to get the image of Gus out of her head. It took her a minute to realize that
William had fallen in line beside her. He stared at her, his face full of
concern.
“What?” Snow White asked,
sensing something was wrong.
William glanced back at
the Huntsman, gauging how far away he was. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice
nearly a whisper. “I’m so sorry I left you.” He rubbed his forehead, his eyes
misting over.
“You didn’t,” Snow White
tried. She reached for his hand.
William shook his head.
“If I’d have known you were alive, I would have come sooner.
(Second part - Chapter 18 - the 3rd paragraph –
page: 103)