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S'està carregant… Eothen (1844 original; edició 2018)de A. W. Kinglake (Autor)
Informació de l'obraEothen de Alexander William Kinglake (Author) (1844)
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Apunta't a LibraryThing per saber si aquest llibre et pot agradar. No hi ha cap discussió a Converses sobre aquesta obra. Eccentric, endearing, and tremendously English account of travel in the Middle East around the beginning of Queen Victoria's reign. This is one of those books that I was long put off reading by a completely mistaken idea of what it was about: from a false association with the title I somehow got it into my head that it was some sort of whimsical tolkienesque thing about elves and trolls. As I should have known, Eothen is supposed to be the Greek word for "dawn". Having sorted that little misunderstanding out, I realise why Jan Morris was so keen on Kinglake. As a writer, he's splendidly inconsequential, telling us nothing whatsoever about tourist sites, monuments, landscape, or history, but sticking firmly to the things he found entertaining or bizarre about the business of traveling. I enjoyed the little details, like the Greek sailors' St Nicholas hung up in the cabin "like a barometer", or the wonderful scene where Kinglake, on a camel in the middle of the Sinai desert, meets another Englishman heading in the opposite direction. Neither is willing to be the first to break the silence, so they pass without speaking, touching their hats to each other. It's only when their respective escorts get into conversation that they turn round and exchange a few phrases. His description of a visit to his mother's cousin, the famous Lady Hester Stanhope (Regency political hostess turned Lebanese warlord, part-time religious leader and amateur archaeologist) is another classic. I was interested by his reactions to the various religions of the region: unlike most (male) British travellers, he doesn't seem to be either seduced by virile Islam or thrown into proper Protestant indignation by the "unbiblical" Christianity of the Holy Land: he goes into a weird, Mariolatrous ecstasy in Nazareth, but then a few pages later he's being worldly and pleasantly cynical about the monks and their wine cellars. Odd, for a British writer who was more-or-less a contemporary of George Borrow. As a traveller, though, Kinglake is every inch the "civis Britannicus sum" of the era when any act of disrespect by a foreigner stood a good chance of provoking Lord Palmerston into sending the boys round with a gunboat or two. He usually travels in perfect solitude, escorted only by a couple of servants, some interpreters and guides, a few porters, and a varying population of camel proprietors, armed guards and the like. Life was simple in those days! In de herfst van 1834 vertrok Alexander Kinglake voor een reis van 15 maanden naar het Midden-Oosten. Tien jaar later verscheen het verslag van deze reis in boekvorm. In zijn voorwoord schrijft Kinglake: "It is right to forewarn people that the book is quite superficial in character. I have endeavoured to discard from it all valuable matter derived from the work of others, and it appears to me that my efforts in this direction have been attended with great succes; I believe I may truly acknowledge, that from all details of geographical discovery, or antiquarian research- from all display of "sound learning, and religious knowledge"- from all historical and scientific illustrations- from all useful statistics- from all political distinctions- and from all good moral reflections, the volume is thoroughly free" Wat Kinglake wel vertelt zijn die dingen die op hem indruk maakten: een genoeglijk bivak bij een kampvuur in de woestijn, de zorgen over de pestepidemie in Cairo, de manier waarop zijn tochtgenoten de medewerking afdwingen van onwillige handelaren, etc. Voor een boek dat zo lang geleden verschenen is, is het opvallend leesbaar en het behoort terecht tot de klassiekers onder de reisverhalen. Uitgelezen: maandag 25 december 2000 This Englishman's perspective on the middle east-- the Middle East that we know today, Palestine and Israel and Syria and Egypt, in all their old Ottoman wildnesses-- is fascinating in more ways than one. Kingslake is an immensely likeable writer, and he writes from an extremely appealing point of view: that of the young twentysomething traveller trotting out across the desert with a bold and shockingly careless opinion of everyone and everything he comes across. He writes with such authenticity about such simple and realistic things that it is nearly impossible not to like him. Even when he skims uncaring through stricken populations of plagued and poor humans, and even when he looks on with only mild discomfort as his servants beat and bully and oppress on all sides and obtain him gifts and provisions at no cost from an unwilling native population, and even when he castigates, with racism oozing out of every pore, the character of every nationality he happens to fall in with, Kingslake is alive and still somehow enjoyable-- he's just such a profoundly typical young man. This is the unadulterated worldview of the English ideology of his era, and it is simply fascinating. Also fascinating are the hints and snips of information which seem to carry, across time, the roots and springwell-sources of today's troubles out from the past. The descriptions of the natives who hope with such surety that their salvation will come from Europe, and who know that their lords and masters dangle from European bank-accounts like marrionettes from strings, ring particularly horribly today. Also wretched are the Christians who come begging for Kingslake, a mere traveler, to step in and solve thier local problems. A must-read for anyone who likes history, the Middle East, or Churchill-- this was apparently one of his favorite books.
Pertany a aquestes col·leccions editorialsEveryman's Library (337) The Laurel and Gold Series (Volume 124) Llistes notables
1948 edition of this popular work, first published in 1844.It presents an entertaining account of the author's Eastern travels. Ostensiblywith a view to providing a suggestedoutline of a tour to the interested reader, the book's portrayal of the internal journey one takes when travelling is as important an aspect of the book's value as is the historicalinterest it provides. No s'han trobat descripcions de biblioteca. |
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This is not really about the places that he travels through on his journey. It is more about the people that he meets of his travels and his experiences which were quite varied from charging across a desert alone on a camel, being in a city whose population is dropping like flies with the plague, meets with an ex-pat called Lady Hester Stanhope, that knew his mother, see the Pyramids for the first time and marvels at the Sphinx.
This is the time when there are no cars or other mechanised transport so the art of travelling is a much drawn-out process. The language is quite different from our modern phrasing, but then it was written over 150 years ago. It took me a few chapters of the book to get into his style, but when he reached the desert I found that the writing was vastly better. He is a strange character in lots of ways, he has some respect for some of the people that he meets and for others, he can be quite condescending to the people he is travelling with as companions and those that he has employed to help him. Even though some of his attitudes are very alien from a modern perspective, I did like this and I can see why it is seen as a classic of travel writing. ( )