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Jasper Jones de Craig Silvey

Jasper Jones

Autor Craig Silvey
en Limba Engleză Paperback – 27 mar 2012 – vârsta de la 12 ani

Observăm în Jasper Jones o construcție narativă care se sprijină pe contrastul dintre inocența lecturilor și brutalitatea realității. Povestea se deschide brusc, sub semnul urgenței, când fereastra camerei lui Charlie Bucktin devine poarta către o maturizare forțată. Craig Silvey nu alege o cronologie complicată, ci preferă o liniaritate tensionată, în care fiecare zi a acelei veri toride adaugă greutate „cărămizii” de secrete pe care tânărul protagonist este obligat să o poarte. Atmosfera orașului minier, marcată de suspiciune și izolare, devine un personaj în sine, amintind de mecanismele sociale opresive.

Cine a citit Grist de Heather Waldorf va recunoaște aici arhetipul tânărului scriitor sau observator care descoperă că viața micului oraș, aparent anostă, ascunde straturi de o complexitate violentă. Totuși, Jasper Jones se distinge prin vocea sa specific australiană și prin modul în care integrează umorul fin în dialogurile dintre Charlie și cel mai bun prieten al său, Jeffrey, oferind momente de respiro în fața unei teme grave. Spre deosebire de explorarea singurătății din Rhubarb sau de tonul mai aventuros din The Underdogs of Upson Downs, Silvey reușește aici să echilibreze perfect vulnerabilitatea personajelor marginalizate cu o critică socială tăioasă. Apreciem în mod deosebit felul în care autorul transformă frica în curaj, fără a recurge la soluții narative facile, lăsând cititorul să simtă greutatea fiecărui adevăr descoperit.

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Specificații

ISBN-13: 9780375866272
ISBN-10: 0375866272
Pagini: 320
Dimensiuni: 140 x 210 x 18 mm
Greutate: 0.39 kg
Editura: RH Childrens Books

De ce să citești această carte

Recomandăm această carte celor care caută o poveste profundă despre pierderea inocenței și curajul de a vedea dincolo de aparențele unei comunități judecătorești. Cititorul va câștiga o perspectivă nuanțată asupra moralității și a prieteniei, totul într-un cadru atmosferic captivant. Este o lectură esențială pentru fanii literaturii contemporane care apreciază personajele tinere cu o viață interioară bogată și dialoguri autentice.

Despre autor

Craig Silvey, născut în 1982, este considerat un copil minune al literaturii australiene contemporane. Crescut în vestul Australiei, autorul folosește adesea peisajul arid și comunitățile izolate ca fundal pentru explorările sale psihologice. Succesul său internațional a fost consolidat de Jasper Jones, roman tradus în peste cincisprezece limbi și adaptat pentru cinematografie, care i-a adus prestigiosul Australian Indie Award. Opera sa, care include titluri precum Rhubarb și The Underdogs of Upson Downs, pendulează constant între vulnerabilitatea condiției umane și forța legăturilor de prietenie.

Notă biografică

CRAIG SILVEY wrote his first novel, Rhubarb, at the age of 19. It became a bestseller and was chosen as the "One Book" for the Perth International Writers Festival. Craig is the singer/songwriter for the band The Nancy Sikes! and lives in Fremantle, Australia.

Extras

1

Jasper Jones has come to my window.

I don't know why, but he has. Maybe he's in trouble. Maybe he doesn't have anywhere else to go.

Either way, he's just frightened the living shit out of me.

This is the hottest summer I can remember, and the thick heat seems to seep in and keep in my sleepout. It's like the earth's core in here. The only relief comes from the cooler air that creeps in between the slim slats of my single window. It's near impossible to sleep, so I've spent most of my nights reading by the light of my kerosene lamp.

Tonight was no different. And when Jasper Jones rapped my louvres abruptly with his knuckle and hissed my name, I leapt from my bed, spilling my copy of Pudd'nhead Wilson.

"Charlie! Charlie!"

I knelt like a sprinter, anxious and alert.

"Who is it?"

"Charlie! Come out here!"

"Who is it?"

"It's Jasper!"

"What? Who?"

"Jasper. Jasper!"--and he pressed his face right up into the light. His eyes green and wild. I squinted.

"What? Really? What is it?"

"I need your help. Just come out here and I'll explain," he whispered.

"What? Why?"

"Jesus Christ, Charlie! Just hurry up! Get out here."

And so, he's here.

Jasper Jones is at my window.

Shaken, I clamber onto the bed and remove the dusty slats of glass, piling them on my pillow. I quickly kick into a pair of jeans and blow out my lamp. As I squeeze headfirst out of the sleepout, something invisible tugs at my legs. This is the first time I've ever dared to sneak away from home. The thrill of this, coupled with the fact that Jasper Jones needs my help, already fills the moment with something portentous.

My exit from the window is a little like a foal being born. It's a graceless and gangly drop, directly onto my mother's gerbera bed. I emerge quickly and pretend it didn't hurt.

It's a full moon tonight, and very quiet. Neighborhood dogs are probably too hot to bark their alarm. Jasper Jones is standing in the middle of our backyard. He shifts his feet from right to left as though the ground were smoldering.

Jasper is tall. He's only a year older than me, but looks a lot more. He has a wiry body, but it's defined. His shape and his muscles have already sorted themselves out. His hair is a scruff of rough tufts. It's pretty clear he hacks at it himself.

Jasper Jones has outgrown his clothes. His button-up shirt is dirty and fit to burst, and his short pants are cut just past the knee. He wears no shoes. He looks like an island castaway.

He takes a step toward me. I take one back.

"Okay. Are you ready?"

"What? Ready for what?"

"I tole you. I need your help, Charlie. Come on." His eyes are darting, his weight presses back.

I'm excited but afraid. I long to turn and wedge myself through the horse's arse from which I've just fallen, to sit safe in the hot womb of my room. But this is Jasper Jones, and he has come to me.

"Okay. Wait," I say, noticing my feet are bare. I head toward the back steps, where my sandals sit, scrubbed clean and perfectly aligned. As I strap them on, I realize that this, the application of pansy footwear, is my first display of girlishness and has taken me mere moments. So I jog back with as much masculinity as I can muster, which even in the moonlight must resemble something of an arthritic chicken.

I spit and sniff and saw at my nose. "Okay, you roit? You ready?"

Jasper doesn't respond. He just turns and sets off.

I follow.

After climbing my back fence, we head downhill into Corrigan. Houses huddle and cluster closer together, and then stop abruptly as we reach the middle of town. This late, the architecture is desolate and leached of color. It feels like we're traipsing through a postcard. Toward the eastern fringe, past the railway station, the houses bloom again and we pass quietly under streetlights which light up lawns and gardens. I have no idea where we're going. The further we move, the keener my apprehension grows. Still, there is something emboldening about being awake when the rest of the world is sleeping. Like I know something they don't.

We walk for an age, but I don't ask questions. Some way out of town, past the bridge and the broad part of the Corrigan River and into the farm district, Jasper pauses to feed a cigarette into his mouth. Wordlessly, he shakes the battered pack my way. I've never smoked before. I've certainly never been offered one. I feel a surge of panic. Wanting both to decline and impress, for some reason I decide to press my palms to my stomach and puff my cheeks when I wag my head at his offer, as if to suggest that I've smoked so many already this evening that I'm simply too full to take another.

Jasper Jones raises an eyebrow and shrugs.

He turns, rests his hip on a gatepost. As Jasper sucks at his smoke, I look past him and recognize where we are. I step back. Here, ghostly in the moonlight, slumps the weatherworn cottage of Mad Jack Lionel. I quickly look back at Jasper. I hope this isn't our destination. Mad Jack is a character of much speculation and intrigue for the kids of Corrigan. No child has actually laid eyes on him. There are full-chested claimants of sightings and encounters, but they're quickly exposed as liars. But the tall stories and rumors all weave wispily around one single irrefutable fact: that Jack Lionel killed a young woman some years ago and he's never been seen outside his house since. Nobody among us knows the real circumstances of the event, but fresh theories are offered regularly. Of course, the extent and nature of his crimes have grown worse over time, which only adds more hay to the stack and buries the pin ever deeper. But as the myth grows in girth, so too does our fear of the mad killer hidden in his home.


From the Hardcover edition.

Descriere scurtă

A 2012 Michael L. Printz Honor Book

Charlie Bucktin, a bookish thirteen year old, is startled one summer night by an urgent knock on his bedroom window. His visitor is Jasper Jones, an outcast in their small mining town, and he has come to ask for Charlie's help. Terribly afraid but desperate to impress, Charlie follows him into the night.

Jasper takes him to his secret glade, where Charlie witnesses Jasper's horrible discovery. With his secret like a brick in his belly, Charlie is pushed and pulled by a town closing in on itself in fear and suspicion. He locks horns with his tempestuous mother, falls nervously in love, and battles to keep a lid on his zealous best friend. In the simmering summer where everything changes, Charlie learns why the truth of things is so hard to know, and even harder to hold in his heart.


From the Hardcover edition.

Recenzii

Starred Review, Kirkus Reviews, March 15, 2011:
"The author’s keen ear for dialogue is evident in the humorous verbal sparring between Charlie and Jeffrey, typical of smart 13-year-old boys...A richly rewarding exploration of truth and lies by a masterful storyteller."

Starred Review, The Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books, April 2011:
"Silvey’s sure-footed, evocative prose, intelligent humor, and careful plot structuring may well ensure this Aussie import lasting status."

Starred Review, The Horn Book Magazine, May/June 2011:
"The mood and atmosphere of the 1960s small-town Australian setting is perfectly realized—suspenseful, menacing, and claustrophobic—with issues of race and class boiling just below the surface."

Starred Review, School Library Journal, June 2011:
"Silvey is a master of wit and words, spinning a coming-of-age tale told through the mind of a young Holden Caulfield."



From the Hardcover edition.