What are some advantages of James Hurst deciding to have Brother as the narrator?

Through the voice of Brother, the author managed to lead us readers into the innermost thoughts of the older brother, how he feels and his wants to help his younger brother live the life like his peers. It also presents a brotherly bond between the two siblings.

Explanation:

The story "The Scarlet Ibis" by James Hurst revolves around the brotherly relationship between William "Doodle" Armstrong and his brother identified only as Brother. Though it basically revolves around the life of the sickly Doodle, the story is narrated by Brother.

With the narrative voice of Brother, Hurst leads us into the mind and feelings of the older brother about his younger brother. Through him, we are able to feel the pain of the brother, the efforts, and wants he has for his disabled younger sibling. He also delves into the brotherly bond he shares, be it the need to make him like his peers and help him try to make him stronger. Brother's perspective helps us get a better understanding of the two siblings, and what the older brother wanted for his younger sibling. He also shows us the deeper, sensitive side of his brother, even at times presenting his own selfishness.

answer: compare a myth legend, or classic work of literature of you choice to a modern work that reinterprets it.focus on the similarities in theme between the newer work and the original, and provide examples that illustrate these themes from both works. the modern work may be any novel, movie, play, short story, or other storytelling medium with which you’re familiars long as it is clearly inspired by a myth, legend, or classic work of literature.

short-response prompt  

read the following excerpt from “fish cheeks” by amy tannin which tan recounts a christmas eve dinner.  

i fell in love with the minister’s son the winter i turned fourteen. he was not chinese, but as white as mary in the manger. for christmas i prayed for this blond-haired boy, robert, and a slim new american nose.  

on christmas eve i saw that my mother had outdone herself in creating a strange menu. she was pulling black veins out of the backs of fleshy prawns. the kitchen was littered with appalling mounds of raw food: a slimy rock cod with bulging fish eyes that pleaded not to be thrown into a pan of hot oil. tofu, which looked like stacked wedges of rubbery white sponges. a howl soaking dried fungus back to life. a plate of squid, their backs crisscrossed with knife markings so they resembled bicycle tires.  

after everyone had gone, my mother said to me. “you want to be the same as american girls on the outside.” she handed me an early gift. it was a miniskirt in beige tweed. “but in side you must always be chinese. you must be proud you are different. your only shame is to have shame.”