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Chargement... De si jolis chevauxpar Cormac McCarthy
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» 37 plus Top Five Books of 2014 (139) Books We Love to Reread (155) Southern Fiction (43) Top Five Books of 2015 (237) Best Westerns (4) Unread books (306) Historical Fiction (657) Fiction For Men (34) A Novel Cure (369) Books Read in 2011 (117) SHOULD Read Books! (111) AP Lit (284) The American Experience (171) Nineties (39) Actuellement, il n'y a pas de discussions au sujet de ce livre. https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/5780434066 I grew up in a rural part of the country and didn't like it. And yet, reading Cormac always makes me want to put on double denim and a pair of boots and go horseback through the American Southwest as if I would enjoy that. Also strange given that none of the characters in Cormac's book have a particularly good time in the borderlands. Here are some lines that stopped me in my tracks, either because I found them beautiful, relatable, or despairing (often all at once): Blevins rolled down the leg of his overalls and poked at the fire with a stick. I told that son of a bitch I wouldnt take a whippin off him and I didnt. --- ...I wanted very much to be a person of value and I had to ask myself how this could be possible if there were not something like a soul or like a spirit that is in the life of a person and which could endure any misfortune or disfigurement and yet be no less for it. If one were to be a person of value that value could not be a condition subject to hazards of fortune. It had to be a quality that could not change. No matter what. Long before morning I knew that what I was seeking to discover was a thing I'd always known. That all courage was a form of constancy. That it was always himself that the coward abandoned first. After this all oter betrayals came easily. I knew that courage came with less struggle for some than for others but I believed that anyone who desired it could have it. That the desire was the thing itself. The thing itself. I could think of nothing else of which that was true. --- ...the weight on his heart had begun to lift and he repeated what his father had once told him, that scared money cant win and a worried man cant love --- He stood at the window of the empty cafe and watched the activities in the square and he said that it was good that God kept the truths of life from the young as they were starting out or else they'd have no heart to start at all. (emphases mine - also fyi grammarly hates Cormac's writing.) Great descriptions and atmosphere… I love the sense that the horses conscious state is present there with the cowboy’s. But I liked less how dumb the cowboys are, the decisions seem unrealistic at times, the world they are in is a bit heightened both in goodwill and bad. Quite a memorable wotk, no matter, and non traditional narrative structure. There's a lot of empty dark landscape and red blood in this book. And there are mesas and tortillas and saddles and sheetiron stoves and knives. The light in the sky is a character itself. The story weaves through Texas and Mexico, and through themes of fate and choice, care and violence, love and loss, as we follow a couple of young cowboys looking for . . . something beyond the life they were brought into, and which is disappearing in any case. It's an adventure and a romance, with a foreboding and sombre backdrop of the inevitability of suffering and betrayal. The writing is by turns pacy and lyrical, with passages of beauty and resignation mixed with page-turning thrills. Some favourite quotes: The closest bonds we will ever know are bonds of grief. The deepest community one of sorrow. They heard somewhere in that tenantless night a bell that tolled and ceased where no bell was and they rode out on the round dais of the earth which alone was dark and no light to it and which carried their figures and bore them up into the swarming stars so that they rode not under but among them and they rode at once jaunty and circumspect, like thieves newly loosed in that dark electric, like young thieves in a glowing orchard, loosely jacketed against the cold and ten thousand worlds for the choosing. In the end we all come to be cured of our sentiments. Those whom life does not cure death will. The world is quite ruthless in selecting between the dream and the reality, even where we will not. Between the wish and the thing the world lies waiting. . . . they ran he and the horses out along the high mesas where the ground resounded under their running hooves and they flowed and changed and ran and their manes and tails blew off of them like spume and there was nothing else at all in that high world and they moved all of them in a resonance that was like a music among them and they were none of them afraid horse nor colt nor mare and they ran in that resonance which is the world itself and which cannot be spoken but only praised.
You can’t just nip at darkness, so when you read this book, from page one you feel a threat following you, some animistic urging that keeps you going by the way McCarthy manipulates your demonic love of the sounds of speech. All the Pretty Horses may indicate McCarthy's desire to come in out of the cold of those Tennessee mountain winters, but his imagination is at its best there with Arthur Ownby or with the monstrous Judge of Blood Meridian drowning dogs. He is best with what nature gives or imposes, rather than with the observations of culture. The magnetic attraction of Mr. McCarthy's fiction comes first from the extraordinary quality of his prose; difficult as it may sometimes be, it is also overwhelmingly seductive. Powered by long, tumbling many-stranded sentences, his descriptive style is elaborate and elevated, but also used effectively to frame realistic dialogue, for which his ear is deadly accurate. Situada en 1949, en las tierras fronterizas entre Texas y México, la historia se centra en el personaje de John Grady Cole, un muchacho de dieciséis años, hijo de padres separados que tras la muerte de su abuelo decide huir a México en compañÃa de su amigo Lacey para encontrarse con un mundo marcado por la dureza y la violencia. Una novela de aprendizaje con resonancias épicas que inaugura un paisaje moral y fÃsico que nos remite a la última epopeya de nuestro tiempo. Un estilo seco para una historia de emociones fuertes, ásperas, primigenias. Appartient à la sérieAppartient à la série éditorialeEst contenu dansFait l'objet d'une adaptation dansContient un guide de lecture pour étudiantPrix et récompensesDistinctionsListes notables
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HTML:NATIONAL BOOK AWARD WINNER • NATIONAL BESTSELLER • The first volume in the Border Trilogy, from the Pulitzer Prize–winning author of The Road All the Pretty Horses is the tale of John Grady Cole, who at sixteen finds himself at the end of a long line of Texas ranchers, cut off from the only life he has ever imagined for himself. With two companions, he sets off for Mexico on a sometimes idyllic, sometimes comic journey to a place where dreams are paid for in blood. Aucune description trouvée dans une bibliothèque |
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Poetic, with beautiful prose. I was quite surprised by how much I enjoyed the story with its depth and beautiful imagery and metaphors. (