Wrong Lock

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What force and strength cannot get through, I with a gentle touch can do. And many in the street would stand, were I not a friend at hand.
There a few things more frustrating in this world than an unsolved riddle. There is something in the idea that the answer is trapped within the question, trapped within you, that is maddening. They’re presented as a game, but they can become a type of metaphorical torture if the player doesn’t get the answer. That is what happened to Oskar Schell in Foer’s novel, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close. Oskar created a riddle out of a chance occurrence and used it to channel his feelings about his father’s death.
The fact that Foer manages to get the readers to believe that the key was actually a part of a grand scheme created by Oskar’s father is incredible. The innocence and absolute faith that the nine-year-old has is transferred from the page to the reader, and I found myself waiting to see what his father had waiting for him. But of course, there was no grand scheme created by his father. The key was a metaphor for something much greater than any epic adventure Oskar had pictured when he found the envelope with just one word written on it: Black.
The name on the envelope could be the first hint at what the key is really for. Black has been a favorite color among everyone from priests to fashion designers. The color tends to stand for opposing ideas: rebellion and conformity, life and death, good and bad, acceptance and rejection. The ambiguity of the word could reflect Oskar’s internalized feelings about his father’s death. However, I think it plays a bigger role in being the opposition to Oskar. After his father’s passing, Oskar only wore white. Black is often the color of mourning and O...

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...at day had a key that could open the world to them and give them answers. There were no answers. So instead, Foer opted for equally touching but altogether more haunting moment: Oskar relinquishes control and opens himself to acceptance.
The whole novel he was in control of what was happening. He made lists and plans and compiled data to sort through the mess of a tragic death. The key was the mystery that he was going to solve. It was the final piece of the puzzle. He had the question; all he needed was the answer. Alas, Oskar never thought that the question might not be his. He just assumed. But in the end, the key served no purpose in the hands of Oskar, just as his father’s death served no purpose to him. The chain that bound him to it held him back from moving forward. Once the bond was broken and Oskar was forced to accept that that epic adventure was over.

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