The Sun Also Rises (El sol también se levanta) es una novela de 1926 del autor Ernest Hemingway, sobre un grupo de norteamericanos y británicos que viajan de París al festival de San Fermín en Pamplona para ver las corridas de toros.
Unos párrafos de la novela, en inglés, que se puede
leer en Internet, ponemos más abajo.
En vocabulario buscamos snooty y take in hand. Y podemos escuchar una entrevista a Hemingway sobre su premiación en Suecia.
Robert Cohn was once middleweight boxing champion of
Princeton. Do not think that I am very much impressed by that as a boxing
title, but it meant a lot to Cohn. He cared nothing for boxing, in fact he
disliked it, but he learned it painfully and thoroughly to counteract the
feeling of inferiority and shyness he had felt on being treated as a Jew at
Princeton. There was a certain inner comfort in knowing he could knock down
anybody who was snooty
to him, although, being very shy and a thoroughly nice boy, he never fought
except in the gym. He was Spider Kelly's star pupil. Spider Kelly taught all
his young gentlemen to box like featherweights, no matter whether they weighed
one hundred and five or two hundred and five pounds. But it seemed to fit Cohn.
He was really very fast. He was so good that Spider promptly overmatched him
and got his nose permanently flattened. This increased Cohn's distaste for
boxing, but it gave him a certain satisfaction of some strange sort, and it
certainly improved his nose. In his last year at Princeton he read too much and
took to wearing spectacles. I never met any one of his class who remembered
him. They did not even remember that he was middleweight boxing champion.Hemingway with his sons at finca Vigía
I mistrust all frank and simple people, especially
when their stories hold together, and I always had a suspicion that perhaps
Robert Cohn had never been middleweight boxing champion, and that perhaps a
horse had stepped on his face, or that maybe his mother had been frightened or
seen something, or that he had, maybe, bumped into something as a young child,
but I finally had somebody verify the story from Spider Kelly. Spider Kelly not
only remembered Cohn. He had often wondered what had become of him.
Robert Cohn was a member, through his father, of one
of the richest Jewish
families in New York, and through his mother of one of the oldest.
At the military school where he prepped for Princeton, and played a very good
end on the football team, no one had made him race-conscious. No one had ever
made him feel he was a Jew, and hence any different from anybody else, until he
went to Princeton. He was a nice boy, a friendly boy, and very shy, and it made
him bitter. He took it out in boxing, and he came out of Princeton with painful
self-consciousness and the flattened nose, and was married by the first girl
who was nice to him. He was married five years, had three children, lost most
of the fifty thousand dollars his father left him, the balance of the estate
having gone to his mother, hardened into a rather unattractive mould under
domestic unhappiness with a rich wife; and just when he had made up his mind to
leave his wife she left him and went off with a miniature-painter. As he had
been thinking for months about leaving his wife and had not done it because it
would be too cruel to deprive her of himself, her departure was a very
healthful shock.
The divorce was arranged and Robert Cohn went out to
the Coast. In California he fell among literary people and, as he still had a
little of the fifty thousand left, in a short time he was backing a review of
the Arts. The review commenced publication in Carmel, California, and finished
in Provincetown, Massachusetts. By that time Cohn, who had been regarded purely
as an angel, and whose name had appeared on the editorial page merely as a
member of the advisory board, had become the sole editor. It was his money and
he discovered he liked the authority of editing. He was sorry when the magazine
became too expensive and he had to give it up.
By that time, though, he had other things to worry
about. He had been taken
in hand by a lady who hoped to rise with the magazine. She was very
forceful, and Cohn never had a chance of not being taken in hand. Also he was
sure that he loved her. When this lady saw that the magazine was not going to
rise, she became a little disgusted with Cohn and decided that she might as
well get what there was to get while there was still something available, so
she urged that they go to Europe, where Cohn could write. They came to Europe,
where the lady had been educated, and stayed three years. During these three
years, the first spent in travel, the last two in Paris, Robert Cohn had two
friends, Braddocks and myself. Braddocks was his literary friend. I was his
tennis friend.
The lady who had him, her name was Frances, found
toward the end of the second year that her looks were going, and her attitude
toward Robert changed from one of careless possession and exploitation to the absolute
determination that he should marry her. During this time Robert's mother had
settled an allowance on him, about three hundred dollars a month. During two
years and a half I do not believe that Robert Cohn looked at another woman. He
was fairly happy, except that, like many people living in Europe, he would
rather have been in America, and he had discovered writing. He wrote a novel,
and it was not really such a bad novel as the critics later called it, although
it was a very poor novel. He read many books, played bridge, played tennis, and
boxed at a local gymnasium… (The
Sun Also Rises, by Ernest Hemingway)
Vocabulario
Snooty:
arrogant.
Taken in hand:
take in hand: to undertake responsibility for; assume charge.
When both parents died, an uncle took the youngster in hand.
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