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Lädt ... Stand By Mevon Wendell Berry
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'A woven time-travelling book, about love, land, life ... Short stories that link together like trees in a forest' Jackie Morris On a clear Kentucky night in 1888, a young woman risks her life to save a stranger from a drunken mob. Almost a hundred years later, her great-grandson Andy climbs a hill at the edge of town, and is flooded with memories of all he has lived, seen and heard of the past century - of farmers wooing schoolteachers and soldiers trudging home from war; of the first motor car, the Great Depression and Vietnam; of neighbourly feuds and family secrets; of grief and betrayal - and of great friendship that endures for a lifetime. These are Wendell Berry's tales of Port William, a little farming community nestled deep in the Kentucky River valley. They unravel the story of a town over the course of four generations, lovingly chronicling the intertwined lives of the families who call it home. Affectionate, elegiac and wry, these uplifting rural fables invite us to witness the beauty and quiet heroism at the heart of each ordinary, interconnected life. Keine Bibliotheksbeschreibungen gefunden. |
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His characters have life:
What I know for sure he had in his life were sorrow, stubbornness, silence, and work. Work was his consolation, surely, just because it was always there to do and because he was so good at it.
When they were little, you could always see right through Nathan. He didn’t have any more false faces than a glass of water.
His writing has humor:
“Let’s go!” he’d say. If you were at it with him and you hesitated a minute: “Let’s go! Let’s go!”
When we were young and he would say that, I’d say back to him,
Les Go’s dead and his wife’s a widder.
You be right good and you might get her.
But nobody was going to say that back to him anymore, not me, much less Nathan.
And, every word has meaning:
What gets you is the knowledge, that sometimes can fall on you in a clap, that the dead are gone absolutely from this world. As has been said around here over and over again, you are not going to see them here anymore, ever. Whatever was done or said before is done or said for good. Any questions you think you ought to’ve asked while you had a chance are never going to be answered. The dead know, and you don’t.
This story can be read for free at https://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2008/08/stand-by-me/306899/
If you have never read Wendell Berry, don’t miss this opportunity to discover one of America’s best writers. If you have read Berry, but not this story, don’t miss this chance to sit and visit with Burley and Nathan again.
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