The Elitists….A Review of Raj, Bohemian

Position Paper:
Raj, Bohemian
By: Kristin Nelson
Raj Bohemian instantly hooked my attention, not because I thought the narrator had an insightful message, but because the story seemed full of drama and entertainment value.  The beginning of the piece reminded me of a cheesy television show inviting you into the world of the elite class of New York City.  The narrator immediately informs the reader of his elite status immersed among the top socialites of the city.  His voice is arrogant, ‘we were beautiful, and people liked to have us around,’ he appears to have no real substance.  As I carried on with the read I found that his friends are intellectuals and artists, but he is unemployed and entirely bored with his life.  Moving along,                    his character develops when he looses his mind over his picture being posted on the internet without any consent. The act of Rag was the trigger for any real emotion to sink in to the narrator’s empty soul.
Relating to this character was difficult because of his garbled  ideals. I found myself growing a stronger and stronger dislike for him.  It’s hard to comprehend why he is so furious that his picture was on the internet?  Welcome to the twentieth century buddy.  But alternatively, if I was faced in that situation, yes I would have been aggravated that my picture was  being used as an advertisement, but I would have never taken his drastic measures.   He proves that he has definite psychological issues when he brings a gun to Rag’s workplace with the intention of killing him, this situation gave his character a whole new level of curiosity.  The scenario suggested that western society has become materialistic and empty, he realized that without his friends and possessions he had no sense of self, and his prior self awareness was meaningless anyway.
He altered from being a narcissist, to a crazy man with a gun inside his nemesis’s work place.  Consequently, he know nothing about Rag himself, and once he was about to make the move and kill the man that went against all of his ideals, he realized that maybe it wasn’t Rag that he despised, maybe it was himself, or civilization in general.  The piece paints a clear picture of the troublesome issues of suburban young adults in the twentieth century.  Certain ideals and morals from civilizations past have been replaced to some with materialism  and elitism, which is not good for the soul.  The ending was disappointing because he doesn’t seem to get anything out of this experience, he chooses to go back to the elitist lifestyle.



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2 responses to “The Elitists….A Review of Raj, Bohemian

  1. He brought a knife. Not a gun.

  2. Cynthia

    what do you mean the ending was disappointing you dont know what he is going to do at the party the story ends leaving the reader in question how does his life play out? With his newfound knowledge that he had been living life a lie. It wasnt what he thought it to be. Now that he sees his life as been going in a circle, repeating itself everyday in an endless cycle of uniformity, maybe will step out of that cycle.. since the structure of what made his previous life is gone, maybe he will give his life a new meaning. sort of like when a christian suddenly stops believing in god his life becomes meaningless he wasted his time n now what is he to do. Just live life miserably fall into that trap or will he give his own life meaning and die happy. The story cut off theres room for that character to grow and continue growing so life is not a circle but just an endless spiral growing and growing till the day he dies. He lived a full enriching life.

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