Estos días leemos Winesburg, Ohio; una novela de Sherwood Anderson, que definitivamente vale la pena y lo que es mejor es gratis porque está en Gutenberg, en inglés.
En The Book of the Grotesque, uno de las historias de Winesburg,
Ohio, un viejo escritor llama a un carpintero para que arregle su cama,
generando una conversación sobre la guerra civil.
En vocabulario bob,
beset, flutter
Para saber: story cycle
Winesburg,
Ohio
es un cuento en ciclo de 1919 del
autor norteamericano Sherwood Anderson.
El cuento está estructurado alrededor de la vida del protagonista George
Willard, desde su niñez hasta su independencia y salida de Winesburg como adulto. Se desarrolla en el pueblo ficticio de Winesburg, basado en los recuerdos de la niñez del autor
de otro pueblo en Ohio: Clyde.
Principalmente escrito desde 1915 hasta 1916, con
algunas pocas historias completadas cerca de su publicación, fue concebido como
partes complementarias del todo, centrado alrededor de una comunidad única. El
libro consiste en veintidós historias, con la primera, “The Book of the Grotesque”, como una introducción. Cada una de las
historias comparte la lucha de un personaje específico para vencer la soledad y
el aislamiento que parece rodear el pueblo. Debido al énfasis en las partes
psicológicas de los personajes Winesburg,
Ohio es considerada como uno de los primeros trabajos de la literatura modernista.
El libro está escrito desde el punto de vista del
narrador omnisciente, ocasionalmente desviándose de la historia para dirigirse
al lector o hacer tímidos comentarios. Aunque el título de cada historia denota
a un personaje, hay un total de más de 100 personajes nombrados en el libro,
algunos apareciendo solamente una vez. Mucha de la acción tiene lugar durante
los años de adolescencia de George Willard, pero varios episodios vuelven
varias generaciones atrás.
Winesburg,
Ohio
fue bien recibida por los críticos a pesar de algunas reservas sobre su moral. Aunque
su reputación bajó en los ´30, ha crecido desde entonces y ahora es considerada
uno de los retratos más influyentes de los pequeños pueblos pre-industriales en
los Estados Unidos.
Winesburg, Ohio |
Género
Algunos estudiosos han concluido que Winesburg, Ohio cumple los estándares de
la novela convencional. Es típicamente colocada “…en el medio entre la novela
propiamente dicha y una colección de cuentos”, conocidos como cuentos en ciclo
(story
cycle).
El ciclo consiste en 22 cuentos, uno de los cuales consiste de cuatro partes:
The Book of the
Grotesque
Hands—concerning
Wing Biddlebaum
Paper
Pills—concerning Doctor Reefy
Mother—concerning
Elizabeth Willard
The
Philosopher—concerning Doctor Parcival
Nobody knows—concerning
Louise Trunnion
Godliness
Parts I and
II—concerning Jesse Bentley
Surrender (Part
III)—concerning Louise Bentley
Terror (Part
IV)—concerning David Hardy
A Man of
Ideas—concerning Joe Welling
Adventure—concerning
Alice Hindman
Respectability—concerning
Wash Williams
The Thinker—concerning
Seth Richmond
Tandy—concerning
Tandy Hard
The Strength of
God—concerning The Reverend Curtis Hartman
The
Teacher—concerning Kate Swift
Loneliness—concerning
Enoch Robinson
An
Awakening—concerning Belle Carpenter
"Queer"—concerning
Elmer Cowley
The Untold
Lie—concerning Ray Pearson
Drink—concerning
Tom Foster
Death—concerning
Doctor Reefy and Elizabeth Willard
Sophistication—concerning
Helen White
Departure—concerning
George Willard
Los temas prominentes
La inhabilidad para comunicarse, la soledad y la
aislación.
El escapar la aislación.
El crecimiento de George Willard.
Winesburg, Ohio,
comienza así:
The book of the grotesque
The writer, an
old man with a white mustache, had some difficulty in getting into bed. The
windows of the house in which he lived were high and he wanted to look at the
trees when he awoke in the morning. A carpenter came to fix the bed so that it
would be on a level with the window.
Quite a fuss was
made about the matter. The carpenter, who had been a soldier in the Civil War,
came into the writer's room and sat down to talk of building a platform for the
purpose of raising the bed. The writer had cigars lying about and the carpenter
smoked.
For a time the
two men talked of the raising of the bed and then they talked of other things.
The soldier got on the subject of the war. The writer, in fact, led him to that
subject. The carpenter had once been a prisoner in Andersonville prison and had
lost a brother. The brother had died of starvation, and whenever the carpenter
got upon that subject he cried. He, like the old writer, had a white mustache,
and when he cried he puckered up his lips and the mustache bobbed up and down. The weeping old man with the cigar in
his mouth was ludicrous. The plan the writer had for the raising of his bed was
forgotten and later the carpenter did it in his own way and the writer, who was
past sixty, had to help himself with a chair when he went to bed at night.
In his bed the
writer rolled over on his side and lay quite still. For years he had been beset with notions concerning his
heart. He was a hard smoker and his heart fluttered.
The idea had got into his mind that he would some time die unexpectedly and
always when he got into bed he thought of that. It did not alarm him. The
effect in fact was quite a special thing and not easily explained. It made him
more alive, there in bed, than at any other time. Perfectly still he lay and his
body was old and not of much use any more, but something inside him was
altogether young. He was like a pregnant woman, only that the thing inside him
was not a baby but a youth. No, it wasn't a youth, it was a woman, young, and
wearing a coat of mail like a knight. It is absurd, you see, to try to tell
what was inside the old writer as he lay on his high bed and listened to the
fluttering of his heart. The thing to get at is what the writer, or the young
thing within the writer, was thinking about.
The old writer,
like all of the people in the world, had got, during his long life, a great
many notions in his head. He had once been quite handsome and a number of women
had been in love with him. And then, of course, he had known people, many
people, known them in a peculiarly intimate way that was different from the way
in which you and I know people. At least that is what the writer thought and
the thought pleased him. Why quarrel with an old man concerning his thoughts?
In the bed the
writer had a dream that was not a dream. As he grew somewhat sleepy but was
still conscious, figures began to appear before his eyes. He imagined the young
indescribable thing within himself was driving a long procession of figures
before his eyes…
Un viejo escritor llama a un carpintero para que
nivele su cama con la ventana. Pero resulta
que el carpintero había estado en la guerra civil y el tema de los prisioneros
y la muerte aparece, por lo que la razón de su ida se olvida.
El viejo escritor siente que tiene una molestia en
su corazón, fuma demasiado y existe una mujer en su interior… (Winesburg, Ohio,
de Sherwood Anderson. Adaptación propia)
Vocabulario
Bobbed: se
movía.
The little girl bobbed before the visitor.
Beset: trouble
(someone or something) persistently.
The social
problems that beset the UK.
Fluttered: move
with a light irregular or trembling motion.
Flags of
different countries fluttered
in the breeze.
Para saber
Un cuento en
ciclo (short story cycle) en una
colección de cuentos en los cuales los hechos narrados están arreglados con el
objetivo de crear una experiencia diferente cuando se lee como un todo o cuando
se lee como partes individuales.
Los short
story cycles son diferentes de las novelas porque las partes que harían los
capítulos pueden ser considerados como cuentos, individualmente conteniendo un
comienzo, una parte media y una conclusión.
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