Here I'm sharing review about short story “ The story-Teller” by Hector Hugh Munro.

Here I'm sharing review about short story “ The story-Teller” by Hector Hugh Munro.

Introduction :

Hector Hugh Munro,who wrote under the pen-name of 'Saki’,was born in Bumra (now Myanmar) in 1870.munro is best known for his short stories which are a blend of fantasy, humour and satire,of sense and nonsense.They are highly individual and full of eccentric wit and unconventional situations.

His stories:

1). Reginald (1904),

2). The chronicles of clouds(1911),

3). Beasts and superbeasts(1914).

About story:

In this story,Munro shows us how children like Stories which are interesting and unusual.The story-Teller must be clever enough to keep up the listeners' interest and be able to answer any questions they raise during the story-telling session.Otherwise, children get easily bored with conventional stories that are dryly narrated and always have a moral attached to them at the end.

This is brought out in The story-Teller by contrasting the story-telling of an old aunt,who is traveling in a train along with three children.when she starts telling a story,the children are bored.Morever ,she is unable to satisfy their curiosity and answer the questions raised by them.A stranger travelling in the compartment notices this and he starts narrating an unusual story to the children .His style of story-telling engages the attention of children.He is also able to answer the question they raise in a manner that feeds the curiosity and imagination of the children.Even the old aunt is impressed by the story-Teller.

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