Travels with Charley: In Search of America
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- Издательство:Penguin Books
- ISBN:9780142000700
- Год:2002
«San Francisco put on a show for me. I saw her across the bay, from the great road that bypasses Sausalito and enters the Golden Gate Bridge. The afternoon sun painted her white and gold rising on her hills like a noble city in a happy dream. A city on hills has it over flat-land places. New York makes its own hills with craning buildings, but this gold and white acropolis rising wave on wave against the blue of the Pacific sky was a stunning thing, a painted thing like a picture of a medieval Italian city which can never have existed.»
In September 1960, John Steinbeck and his poodle, Charley, embarked on a journey across America. A picaresque tale, this chronicle of their trip meanders along scenic backroads and speeds along anonymous superhighways, moving from small towns to growing cities to glorious wilderness oases. Travels with Charley is animated by Steinbeck's attention to the specific details of the natural world and his sense of how the lives of people are intimately connected to the rhythms of nature - to weather, geography, the cycles of the seasons. His keen ear for the transactions among people is evident, too, as he records the interests and obsessions that preoccupy the Americans he encounters along the way. Обо всём этом и не только в книге Travels with Charley: In Search of America (John Steinbeck)
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5«Travels with Charley: In Search of America» John Steinbeck
Так уж случилось, что «Русский дневник» Стейнбека я прочла раньше, чем «Путешествия Чарли в поисках Америки», и в «Русском дневнике» писатель обещает себе, что будет писать свою правду, как он чувствует, какое на него производило впечатление то или иное событие... Читать далее
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«When we saw colored pictures of a Vermont autumn forest it was another fairy thing and we frankly didn't believe it. In school we memorized Snowbound and little poems about Old Jack Frost and his paintbrush, but the only thing Jack Frost did for us was put a thin skin of ice on the watering trough, and that rarely. To find not only that this bedlam of color was true but that the pictures were pale and inaccurate translations, was to me startling.»
«She said the autumn never failed to amaze her; to elate. It is a glory, she said, and can't be remembered, so that it always comes as a surprise.»