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224 pages, Hardcover
First published January 28, 1882
Now, if I can鈥檛 get away nohow, and they tip me the black spot, mind you, it鈥檚 my old sea-chest they鈥檙e after; you get on a horse 鈥� you can, can鈥檛 you? Well, then, you get on a horse, and go to 鈥� well, yes, I will! 鈥� to that eternal doctor swab, and tell him to pipe all hands 鈥� magistrates and sich 鈥� and he鈥檒l lay 鈥榚m aboard at the Admiral Benbow 鈥� all old Flint鈥檚 crew, man and boy, all on 鈥榚m that鈥檚 left. I was first mate, I was, old Flint鈥檚 first mate, and I鈥檓 the on鈥檡 one as knows the place. He gave it me at Savannah, when he lay a-dying, like as if I was to now, you see. But you won鈥檛 peach unless they get the black spot on me, or unless you see that Black Dog again or a seafaring man with one leg, Jim 鈥� him above all.鈥�
At the foot of a pretty big pine and involved in a green creeper, which had even partly lifted some of the smaller bones, a human skeleton lay, with a few shreds of clothing, on the ground. I believe a chill struck for a moment to every heart.
鈥淗e was a seaman,鈥� said George Merry, who, bolder than the rest, had gone up close and was examining the rags of clothing. 鈥淟eastways, this is good sea-cloth.鈥�
鈥淎ye, aye,鈥� said Silver; 鈥渓ike enough; you wouldn鈥檛 look to find a bishop here, I reckon. But what sort of a way is that for bones to lie? 鈥楾ain鈥檛 in natur鈥�.鈥�
Indeed, on a second glance, it seemed impossible to fancy that the body was in a natural position. But for some disarray (the work, perhaps, of the birds that had fed upon him or of the slow-growing creeper that had gradually enveloped his remains) the man lay perfectly straight鈥攈is feet pointing in one direction, his hands, raised above his head like a diver鈥檚, pointing directly in the opposite.
鈥淚鈥檝e taken a notion into my old numbskull,鈥� observed Silver. 鈥淗ere鈥檚 the compass; there鈥檚 the tip-top p鈥檌nt o鈥� Skeleton Island, stickin鈥� out like a tooth. Just take a bearing, will you, along the line of them bones.鈥�
芦Squire Trelawney, Dr. Livesey, and the rest of these gentlemen having asked me to write down the whole particulars about Treasure Island, from the beginning to the end, keeping nothing back but the bearings of the island, and that only because there is still treasure not yet lifted, I take up my pen in the year of grace 17_ and go back to the time when my father kept the Admiral Benbow inn and the brown old seaman with the sabre cut first took up his lodging under our roof禄
Perfect incipit for an adventure novel, able to introduce the whole story in a few lines and, at the same time, generate in the reader that tantalizing curiosity that invites you to read quickly the pages, thinking "let's settle down, you're going to see some things".
However, I confess that for me the novel by , reread years later (this time is a bedtime reading for my daughter), has lost part of its appeal. Nevertheless, my daughter appreciated it, probably it's a novel that best suits the tastes of children and young people. In fact, Stevenson has never hidden that the inspiration to the novel came frome his adopted son, Lloyd, with whom in a rainy afternoon drew an island for fun, fantasizing with him on the places about the places map and on future characters. The novel that was taking shape for the 12-year-olds boy's amusement changed in a really fun adventure. Well, then let's all sing it together:
芦Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!禄
Vote: 7,5
芦Sollecitato dal conte Trelawney, dal dottor Livesey e dal resto della brigata di scrivere la storia della nostra avventura all鈥橧sola del Tesoro, con tutti i suoi particolari, nessun escluso, salvo la posizione dell鈥檌sola. e ci貌 perch茅 una parte del tesoro ci 猫 ancora nascosta, io prendo la penna nell鈥檃nno di grazia 17鈥� e mi rifaccio al tempo in cui mio padre teneva la locanda dell鈥� 鈥淎mmiraglio Benbow鈥� e il vecchio uomo di mare dal viso sfregiato da un colpo di sciabola prese per la prima volta alloggio presso di noi禄
L'incipit 猫 di quelli perfetti per un romanzo d'avventura, in grado di introdurre in poche righe tutta la vicenda e contemporaneamente generare nel lettore quella stuzzicante curiosit脿 che invoglia a divorare le pagine. Per la serie "mettetevi a sedere che ora ne vedrete delle belle".
Confesso per貌 che per me il romanzo di , riletto a distanza di anni (lettura serale per mia figlia), ha perso un p貌 del suo fascino. Mia figlia ha comunque apprezzato, probabilmente 猫 un romanzo che meglio si adatta ai gusti di bambini e ragazzi. D'altronde Stevenson non ha mai nascosto che l'ispirazione per il romanzo gliela ha data il figlio adottivo Lloyd, con il quale in un pomeriggio di pioggia disegn貌 per gioco un'isola, fantasticando assieme a lui sui luoghi della mappa e sui futuri personaggi. Il racconto che prendeva forma per il divertimento di un ragazzo dodicenne si 猫 poi trasformato in una gran bella avventura. E allora cantiamo tutti insieme:
芦Quindici uomini sulla cassa del morto,
yo-ho-ho, e una bottiglia di rum!禄
Voto: 7,5
Heavy, miry ground and a matted, marish vegetation, greatly delayed our progress; but by little and little the hill began to steepen and become stony under foot. It was, indeed, a most pleasant portion of the island that we were now approaching. A heavy-scented broom and many flowering shrubs had almost taken the place of grass. Thickets of green nutmeg trees were dotted here and there with the red columns and the broad shadow of the pines; and the first mingled their spice with the aroma of the others. The air, besides, was fresh and stirring, and this, under the sheer sunbeams, was a wonderful refreshment of our senses. (p. 166)
TO THE HESITATING PURCHASERI honestly don鈥檛 remember if I ever actually read Treasure Island as a kid. Between various movies (Muppet and otherwise), it鈥檚 a story that鈥檚 just part of popular culture. Practically every pirate stereotype comes from this novel. Buried treasure, and a map to that treasure where X literally marks the spot. Mutiny. Drunk pirates. Peg legs. A talking parrot on the shoulder. 鈥淔ifteen men on the dead man鈥檚 chest鈥擸o-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!鈥�
If sailor tales to sailor tunes,
Storm and adventure, heat and cold,
If schooners, islands, and maroons,
And buccaneers, and buried gold,
And all the old romance, retold
Exactly in the ancient way,
Can please, as me they pleased of old,
The wiser youngsters of today:
鈥擲o be it, and fall on! If not,
If studious youth no longer crave,
His ancient appetites forgot,
Kingston, or Ballantyne the brave,
Or Cooper of the wood and wave:
So be it, also! And may I
And all my pirates share the grave
Where these and their creations lie!