A Survival Novel, The Cay, By Theodore Taylor

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Children have no control over the parameters of their birth. Thus, it is important for children to have a good understanding of different cultural orientations and racial diversities so they can embrace the positive implications of being different. When children are taught different cultures, they gain an appreciation for their own. Novels such as The Cay by Theodore Taylor help children appreciate racial and cultural diversity, promote the understanding that members of the human family have more similarities than differences, while providing a gateway into man kind’s history. The Cay by Theodore Taylor is a survival novel published at Avon publishers in 1969. Taylor took only three weeks to complete The Cay despite the book’s realistic …show more content…

Both protagonist are aided by someone who motivates and inspire them to be great by do things they thought themselves incapable of doing. For instance, Phillip becomes friends with a black man and climbing a coconut tree while blind. Mayo deciding to stay and protect his home. Timothy and Lurhetta play a big role in shaping the novels’ plot because they show the main characters that racial biases are irrelevant in their current time and situation. The two novels are symbolic of man’s fight against nature. In Phillips and Timothy’s case it is the struggle to live on the cay and survive a massive hurricane while the Higgins face losing their home to landslides. Besides race the novels also share themes of family, friendship, love and coming of age. The cay is written in first person, narrated by Phillip. It is as if he is writing his memoirs reflecting on his past. “Something happened to me that day on the cay. I'm not quite sure what it was even now, but I had begun to change. Hamilton language style is descriptive and poetic. Will it really be mine—this mountain? Daddy says it will be one day. He loved the mountain, its long, lingering dawns. But he frowned, squinting off at the hills with night still huddled in their folds. Now it won’t ever be mine. (Victoria

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