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"For much of the twentieth century, these remarkable early novels were hidden in the great shadow of The Bridge of San Luis Rey. Now we can examine them in the spotlight for the gifts that they are--memorable monuments to style and keys to understanding Wilder's genius." -- Penelope Niven, Thornton Wilder Biographer Two early novels by the American master with a foreword by Penelope Niven and afterword with documentary material by the author's nephew, Tappan Wilder. The Cabala, Thornton Wilder's first novel, tells the story of a young American student who spends a year in the exotic world of post-World War I Rome. While there, he experiences firsthand the waning days of a secret community (a "cabala") of decaying royalty, a great cardinal of the Roman Church, and an assortment of memorable American ex-pats. This semiautobiographical novel of unforgettable characters and human passions launched Wilder's career as a celebrated storyteller and dramatist. The Woman of Andros, set on the obscure Greek island of Brynos before the birth of Christ, explores universal questions of what is precious about life and how we live, love, and die. Eight years later, Wilder would pose those same questions on the stage in a play titled Our Town, also set in an obscure location, this time a village in New Hampshire. The Woman of Andros is celebrated for some of the most beautiful writing in American literature. Aucune description trouvée dans une bibliothèque |
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These books are somewhat intellectual, and will not be for everyone, but I found the writing to be beautiful, and admire Wilder’s craft as an author. As an example, the last clause of this passage really struck me: “They longed to see one another again, but it would have been impossible. They dreamed of one of those long conversations that one never has on earth, but which one projects so easily at midnight, alone and wise; words are not rich enough nor kisses sufficiently compelling to repair all our havoc.”
Here are some other quotes:
On Dante, from ‘The Cabala’; I couldn’t agree more:
“Where, where is he, that soul of vinegar, that chose to assign the souls of the dead more harshly than God? Tell him that though a pagan I too shall see bliss. It is nothing that I must first pay the penalty of ten thousand years. Behold the moment I exhibit the sin of anger; where is he in pain for the sin of pride?”
On knowledge, from ‘The Cabala’:
“Who can understand religion unless he has sinned? who can understand literature unless he has suffered? who can understand love unless he has loved without response?”
On life and love, from ‘The Woman of Andros’:
“Suddenly the hero saw that the living too are dead and that we can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasure; for our hearts are not strong enough to love every moment.”
On love, from ‘The Cabala’, I loved the compression of the parenthetical summary:
“Nature had decided to torment this woman by causing her to fall in love (that succession of febrile interviews, searches, feints at indifference, nightlong solitary monologues, ridiculous vision of remote happiness) with the very type of youth that could not be attracted by her…”
And this one from ‘The Woman of Andros’:
“The caress of hands in first love, and never so simply again, seems to be a sharing of courage, an alliance of two courages against a confusing world.”
On men and women, from ‘The Cabala’:
“Suddenly his eyes had been opened to a world he had not dreamed of. So it was true that men and women were never really engaged in what they appeared to be doing, but lived in a world of secret invitations, signals, and escapes! Now he understood the raised eyebrows of waitresses and the brush of the usher’s hand as she unlocks the loge. It is not an accident that the wind draws the great lady’s scarf across your face as you emerge from the door of the hotel. Your mother’s friends happen to be passing in the corridor outside the drawing-room, but not by chance. Now he discovered that all women are devils, but foolish ones, and that he had entered into the true and only satisfactory activity in living – the pursuit of them.”
On solitude, from ‘The Woman of Andros’:
“Indeed the profession she followed was one of those that emphasize the dim notion that lies at the back of many minds: the notion that we are not necessary to anyone, that attachments weave and unweave at the mercy of separation, satiety and experience. The loneliest associations are those that pretend to intimacy.”
On stoicism and expressing oneself, from ‘The Woman of Andros’, on her deathbed:
“’No, no. I am very happy that you have come.’ To herself she thought: ‘Time is passing, and what are we saying! Is there not something heartfelt that I can find to say to him, something to remember, for him and for me?’ But she distrusted the emotion that filled her heart. It was perhaps mere excitement and pain; or a vague and false sentiment. Probably the best thing to do was to be stoic; to be brave and inarticulate; to talk of trivial things. Or was it a greater bravery to surmount this shame and to say whatever obvious words the heart dictated? Which was right?”
Lastly, the connection discovered to the book I read previously, which was Washington Irving’s ‘The Legend of Sleepy Hollow’: two things, Miss Grier’s fear of ghosts, and the allusion to Dutch in New England: “We have his picture at this stage: the daguerreotype of the Dutch yokel with the protruding lower lip and grinning pugnacious eyes is reproduced in any history of the great American fortunes.” As a bonus, Wilder also refers to Giorgio Vasari as having affirmed that a painting by Mantegna had been retouched by Bellini. ( )