23 January 2016

Edith Wharton - Ethan Frome

Am luat Ethan Frome mai demult de la biblioteca pentru ca mi-a facut cu ochiul de pe raft. Imi era vag cunoscut numele cartii, dar nu aveam nici cea mai vaga idee la ce sa ma astept. Si m-a luat total prin surprindere. Povestea in sine, modul in  care sunt construite personajele, descrierile, scriitura.

Sa va faceti o idee:

"The village lay under two feet of snow, with drifts at the windy corners. In a sky of iron the points of the Dipper hung like icicles and Orion flashed his cold fires. The moon had set, but the night was so transparent that the white house-fronts between the elms looked gray against the snow, clumps of bushes made black stains on it, and the basement windows of the church sent shafts of yellow light far across the endless undulations".

 " He remembered the shyness he had felt at approaching her in his uncouth clothes, and then the lighting up of her face, and the way she had broken through the group to come to him with a cup in her hand. They had sat for a few minutes on the fallen log by the pond, and she had missed her gold locket, and set the young men searching for it; and it was Ethan who had spied it in the moss.... That was all; but all their intercourse had been made up of just such inarticulate flashes, when they seemed to come suddenly upon happiness as if they had surprised a butterfly in the winter woods..."

Nota + spoiler alert :P
E o carte trista. Nici macar inaltator-trista, doar sfasietor de trista. Daca o luati in bagajul de concediu, sa o cititi pe veselie, s-ar putea sa va strice tot fengsuiul :)) Daca o cititi cu detasare, s-ar putea sa va placa, e scrisa tare tare frumos.

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