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Kidnapped de Robert Louis Stevenson

Kidnapped

Autor Robert Louis Stevenson Ilustrat de Louis Rhead
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Lectura romanului Kidnapped impune un ritm stratificat, unde goana palpitantă a aventurii se împletește cu o contemplare melancolică a peisajului scoțian și a onoarei pierdute. Observăm cum Robert Louis Stevenson reușește să transforme ceea ce părea o simplă „carte pentru băieți” într-o explorare profundă a identității, navigând între loialitățile politice fracturate ale Scoției de după răscoala iacobită. Ne-a atras atenția modul în care autorul construiește tensiunea: de la scările neterminate ale casei Shaws, care se termină brusc într-un abis întunecat, până la atmosfera sufocantă de la bordul corabiei Covenant.

Atmosfera te trimite cu gândul la Treasure Island, deși aici realismul istoric și nuanțele politice marchează o voce proprie, mult mai matură și mai ancorată în geografia natală a autorului. Dacă în Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde Stevenson explora dualitatea psihologică a individului, în Kidnapped el proiectează această dualitate asupra întregii națiuni scoțiene, reprezentată prin contrastul dintre David Balfour, un Lowlander prudent și rațional, și Alan Breck Stewart, Highland-erul impulsiv și flamboaiant. Găsim în această lucrare nu doar un itinerar geografic prin munții sălbatici, ci și unul moral, în care maturizarea lui David se produce prin suferință și expunere la nedreptate. Este o operă care, sub masca memoriilor de aventură, ascunde o finețe stilistică ce i-a atras admirația unor maeștri precum Jorge Luis Borges, confirmând statutul lui Stevenson de povestitor universal.

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Specificații

ISBN-13: 9781514100660
ISBN-10: 1514100665
Pagini: 360
Dimensiuni: 140 x 216 x 20 mm
Greutate: 0.46 kg
Editura: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform

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Recomandăm această carte cititorilor care caută o aventură clasică, dar rafinată literar. Veți câștiga o perspectivă imersivă asupra istoriei Scoției și o poveste despre prietenie și supraviețuire. Este lectura ideală pentru cei care apreciază proza de atmosferă, unde mediul natural devine un personaj în sine, oferind mai mult decât un simplu roman de gen: o meditație asupra onoarei și a maturizării forțate.

Despre autor

Robert Louis Stevenson (1850–1894) a fost un romancier, eseist și poet scoțian, recunoscut drept unul dintre cei mai mari povestitori ai literaturii universale. Născut în Edinburgh, a luptat întreaga viață cu probleme de sănătate, fapt care l-a împins să călătorească în căutarea unor climate mai blânde, stabilindu-se în final în Samoa. Deși faima sa inițială s-a datorat unor lucrări precum Treasure Island, Stevenson a evoluat spre un realism mai întunecat. În prezent, este unul dintre cei mai traduși autori din lume, opera sa fiind celebrată pentru profunzimea psihologică și măiestria narativă.

Descriere scurtă

One day, while my husband was busily at work, I sat beside him reading an old cookery book called The Compleat House-wife: or Accomplish'd Gentlewoman's Companion. In the midst of receipts for "Rabbits, and Chickens mumbled, Pickled Samphire, Skirret Pye, Baked Tansy," and other forgotten deli-cacies, there were directions for the preparation of several lo-tions for the preservation of beauty. One of these was so charming that I interrupted my husband to read it aloud. "Just what I wanted " he exclaimed; and the receipt for the "Lily of the Valley Water" was instantly incorporated into Kidnapped. I SET OFF UPON MY JOURNEY TO THE HOUSE OF SHAWS: I will begin the story of my adventures with a certain morning early in the month of June, the year of grace 1751, when I took the key for the last time out of the door of my father's house. The sun began to shine upon the summit of the hills as I went down the road; and by the time I had come as far as the manse, the blackbirds were whistling in the garden lilacs, and the mist that hung around the valley in the time of the dawn was beginning to arise and die away. Mr. Campbell, the minister of Essendean, was waiting for me by the garden gate, good man He asked me if I had breakfasted; and hearing that I lacked for nothing, he took my hand in both of his and clapped it kindly under his arm. "Well, Davie, lad," said he, "I will go with you as far as the ford, to set you on the way." And we began to walk forward in silence. "Are ye sorry to leave Essendean?" said he, after awhile. "Why, sir," said I, "if I knew where I was going, or what was likely to become of me, I would tell you candidly. Essendean is a good place indeed, and I have been very happy there; but then I have never been anywhere else. My father and mother, since they are both dead, I shall be no nearer to in Essendean than in the Kingdom of Hungary, and, to speak truth, if I thought I had a chance to better myself where I was going I would go with a good will." "Ay?" said Mr. Campbell. "Very well, Davie. Then it behoves me to tell your fortune; or so far as I may. When your mother was gone, and your father (the worthy, Christian man) began to sicken for his end, he gave me in charge a certain letter, which he said was your inheritance. 'So soon, ' says he, 'as I am gone, and the house is redd up and the gear disposed of' (all which, Davie, hath been done), 'give my boy this letter into his hand, and start him off to the house of Shaws, not far from Cramond. That is the place I came from, ' he said, 'and it's where it befits that my boy should return. He is a steady lad, ' your father said, 'and a canny goer; and I doubt not he will come safe, and be well lived where he goes.'"

Notă biografică

Throughout his life, Robert Louis Balfour Stevenson was tormented by poor health. Yet despite frequent physical collapses–mainly due to constant respiratory illness–he was an indefatigable writer of novels, poems, essays, letters, travel books, and children’s books. He was born on November 13, 1850, in Edinburgh, of a prosperous family of lighthouse engineers. Though he was expected to enter the family profession, he studied instead for the Scottish bar. By the time he was called to the bar, however, he had already begun writing seriously, and he never actually practiced law. In 1880, against his family’s wishes, he married an American divorcée, Fanny Vandegrift Osbourne, who was ten years his senior; but the family was soon reconciled to the match, and the marriage proved a happy one.

All his life Stevenson traveled–often in a desperate quest for health. He and Fanny, having married in California and spent their honeymoon by an abandoned silver mine, traveled back to Scotland, then to Switzerland, to the South of France, to the American Adirondacks, and finally to the south of France, to the South Seas. As a novelist he was intrigued with the genius of place: Treasure Island (1883) began as a map to amuse a boy. Indeed, all his works reveal a profound sense of landscape and atmosphere: Kidnapped (1886); The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (1886); The Master of Ballantrae (1889).

In 1889 Stevenson’s deteriorating health exiled him to the tropics, and he settled in Samoa, where he was given patriarchal status by the natives. His health improved, yet he remained homesick for Scotland, and it was to the “cold old huddle of grey hills” of the Lowlands that he returned in his last, unfinished masterpiece, Weir of Hermiston (1896).

Stevenson dies suddenly on December 3, 1894, not of the long-feared tuberculosis, but of a cerebral hemorrhage. The kindly author of Jekyll and Hyde went down to the cellar to fetch a bottle of his favorite burgundy, uncorked it in the kitchen, abruptly cried out to his wife, “What’s the matter with me, what is this strangeness, has my face changed?”–and fell to the floor. The brilliant storyteller and master of transformations had been struck down at forty-four, at the height of his creative powers.

Recenzii

“It’s a pacy, twisting story that appeals to all ages and across classes and cultures.”
– Ian Rankin
"It stands as one of Robert Louis Stevenson's most compelling works - it was one of the author's favourites, and his affection for his central characters is unmistakable - and is a novel you want to press on people, knowing they'll love it" -- Ian Rankin Guardian "Generations of readers have been enthralled by his tale of the gauche young David, orphaned at 17, who is plunged into a life of danger and excitement... His rescue by the daredevil Jacobite Alan Breck Stewart, their bloody battle with the crew of the Covenant and shipwreck on rocks off the west coast isle of Earraid are among the most exciting scenes penned by a Scots author" Daily Mail "Anyone who has read Kidnapped knows that Robert Louis Stevenson was a marvellously powerful storyteller as well as a great stylist" Daily Telegraph "It's a pacy, twisting story that appeals to all ages and across classes and cultures. It's a tale of friendship in adversity, and a coming-of-age story" -- Ian Rankin Guardian

Descriere

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'Your bed shall be the moorcock's, and your life shall be like the hunted deer's, and ye shall sleep with your hand upon your weapons.'Tricked out of his inheritance, shanghaied, shipwrecked off the west coast of Scotland, David Balfour finds himself fleeing for his life in the dangerous company of Jacobite outlaw and suspected assassin Alan Breck Stewart. Their unlikely friendship is put to the test as they dodge government troops across the Scottish Highlands. Set in the aftermath of the 1745 rebellion, Kidnapped transforms the Romantic historical novel into the modern thriller. Its heart-stopping scenes of cross-country pursuit, distilled to a pure intensity in Stevenson's prose, have become a staple of adventure stories from John Buchan to Alfred Hitchcock and Ian Fleming. Kidnapped remains as exhilarating today as when it was first published in 1886.This new edition is based on the 1895 text, incorporating Stevenson's last thoughts about the novel before his death. It includes Stevenson's 'Note to Kidnapped', reprinted for the first time since 1922.ABOUT THE SERIES: For over 100 years Oxford World's Classics has made available the widest range of literature from around the globe. Each affordable volume reflects Oxford's commitment to scholarship, providing the most accurate text plus a wealth of other valuable features, including expert introductions by leading authorities, helpful notes to clarify the text, up-to-date bibliographies for further study, and much more.

Extras

Introduction by Margot Livesey

I.

When I was growing up in Scotland, Robert Louis Stevenson was the first author whom I knew by name, and he remains the only one whom I can truthfully claim to have been reading all my life. From an early age, my parents read to me from A Child's Garden of Verses, and I soon learned some of the poems by heart.

I have a little shadow
that goes in and out with me,
And what can be the use of him
is more than I can see.

Perhaps I recognized, even then, Stevenson's unique gift for keeping a foot in two camps. While the poems vividly captured my childish concerns, somewhere in the margins shimmered the mystery of adult life. A few years later Kidnapped was the first chapter book I read, and I can still picture the maroon binding and the black-and-white drawings that illustrated David Balfour's adventures. At the age of seven, a book without pictures would have been out of the question, but, in fact, they turned out to be superfluous. I could imagine everything that happened just from the words on the page, although I must admit to the small advantage that the view from my bedroom window--bare hills, rocks, heather--was very much like the landscape of Kidnapped.

At first glance such early acquaintance might seem like a good omen for an author's reputation. In actuality, that Stevenson is so widely read by children has tended to make him seem like an author from who, as adults, we have little to learn. It is worth noting that his contemporaries would not have shared this prejudice. Nineteenth-century readers did not regard children's books as separate species. Stevenson's own father often reread The Parent's Assistant, a volume of children's stories, and Leslie Stephen, Virginia Woolf's father, writes of staying up late to finish Treasure Island.

Like the shadow of his poem, Stevenson's reputation has waxed and waned at an alarming rate. He died in a blaze of hagiography, which perhaps in part explains the fury of later critics. F.R. Leavis in The Great Tradition dismisses Stevenson (in a footnote, no less) as a romantic writer, guilty of fine writing, and in general Stevenson has not fared as well as his friend Henry James. People comment with amazement that Borges and Nabokov praised his novels. Still, his best work has remained in print for over a hundred years, and his is among that small group of authors to have given a phrase to the language: Jekyll and Hyde.

Besides our perception of Stevenson as a children's author, two other factors may have contributed to his ambiguous reputation. Although his list of publications is much longer than most people realize--he wrote journalism and travel pieces for money--he failed to produce a recognizable oeuvre, a group of works that stand together, each resonating with the others. In addition, the pendulum of literary taste has swung in a direction that Stevenson disliked and was determined to avoid: namely, pessimism. After reading The Portrait of a Lady he wrote to James begging him to write no more such books, and while he admired the early work of Thomas Hardy, he hated the darker Tess of the d'Urbervilles. The English writer John Galsworthy commented memorably on this aspect of Stevenson when he said that the superiority of Stevenson over Hardy was that Stevenson was all life, while Hardy was all death.


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