However, the narrator is unable to know what the other characters think of how they feel about that event.
To summarize the discussion, the narrator of the fifth story inside Cloud Atlas is an overt internal first person narrator that only tells the story through a
limited point of view. The use of this kind of narrator enables the narrator to give a more detailed background explanation about the story world and how is the
opinion about this story world.
b. Narrative Level
The sixth story has the same case as the second and fourth story. For a story to have a multiple narrative level there should be a secondary narrator at the
extradiegetic level or the story. There are no characters who take the role of a secondary narrator. Hence, because there is no secondary narrator, there is no
embedded narrative or multiple narrative levels that are found in this story.
C. The Influence of the Narrative Situation
Up to this point this study has elaborated two things. First is the analysis of the common theme that unites the different stories contained inside Cloud Atlas
and second is the different narrative technique used in each story that has been analyzed in the second part of this chapter. In this last part of the analysis, this
study tries to find the influence of each technique narrator, overtness, point of view, narrative level that is used by the author. In addition, this study also
provides the findings on the influence of the applied narrative situation to the text as a whole.
1. Narrator and Point of View
There are two types of narrator that is used in the stories inside Cloud Atlas; first person narrator internal narrator and third person external narrator. A
first person internal narrator is a character that recounts a story through his perspective. Since the narrator tells a narrator based on what he experienced only
heshe is not capable of describing what the other characters inside the story thought and feel. The example below is taken from “The Pacific Journal of Adam
Ewing” on page 21 until 22.
Evening –
The Southern Cross was bright in the sky ere Henry returned to the Musket, having been detained by more islanders seeking to consult
“Widow Bryden‟s Healer Man” on their rheums, yaws dropsy. “If potatoes were dollars,” rued my friend, “I should be richer than
Nebuchadnezzar” He was concerned by my much edited misadventure on Conical Tor insisted on examining my injuries. Earlier I had
prevailed upon the Indian maid to fill my bath emerged much recruited. Henry donated a pot of balm for my inflammations refused to take a
cent for it. Fearing this may be my last chance to consult with a gifted physician Henry intends to refuse Cpt.
Molyneux‟s proposal, I unburdened my fears vis-à-vis my Ailment. He listened soberly asked
about the frequency duration of my spells. Henry regretted he lacked the time apparatus for a compleat diagnosis, but recommended, upon my
return to San Francisco, I find a specialist in tropical parasites as a matter of urgency. I could not bring myself to tell him there are none.
I slumber not Mitchell, 2012:21-22.
Another example is from “The Ghastly Ordeal of Timothy Cavendish on page 178 where the narrator added some description of his room through his
perspective. I was sent to my room without breakfast. I plotted vengeance, litigation,
and torture. I inspected my cell. Door, locked from outside, no keyhole. Window that opened only six inches. Heavy-duty sheets made of
