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Зелени сенки, бял кит

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Когато известен писател, егоцентричен филмов режисьор и огромен зъл бял кит се съберат на Изумрудения остров, резултатът е по-безценен и от гърне злато. Никой леприкон не може да сътвори такива неустоими ситуации и запомнящи се характери � тази магия извира от самия повелител на перото � Рей Бредбъри. През 1953 г. младият писател е призован в Ирландия от блестящия, но ужасяващ титан на киното, Джон Хюстън. Задачата на плахия творец е да улови на хартия най-свирепия от всички зверове в литературата � Моби Дик � под формата на сценарий, по който великият режисьор да започне да снима. Но от мига, в който стъпва на ирландска земя, авторът се впуска в неочаквана одисея, по-завладяваща от всичко, което е дръзвал да си представи. Той постепенно опознава тази забулена от мистерии страна и нейните изкусително изплъзващи се обитатели.

280 pages, Paperback

First published May 1, 1992

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Ray Bradbury

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Ray Douglas Bradbury was an American author and screenwriter. One of the most celebrated 20th-century American writers, he worked in a variety of genres, including fantasy, science fiction, horror, mystery, and realistic fiction.
Bradbury is best known for his novel Fahrenheit 451 (1953) and his short-story collections The Martian Chronicles (1950), The Illustrated Man (1951), and The October Country (1955). Other notable works include the coming of age novel Dandelion Wine (1957), the dark fantasy Something Wicked This Way Comes (1962) and the fictionalized memoir Green Shadows, White Whale (1992). He also wrote and consulted on screenplays and television scripts, including Moby Dick and It Came from Outer Space. Many of his works were adapted into television and film productions as well as comic books. Bradbury also wrote poetry which has been published in several collections, such as They Have Not Seen the Stars (2001).
The New York Times called Bradbury "An author whose fanciful imagination, poetic prose, and mature understanding of human character have won him an international reputation" and "the writer most responsible for bringing modern science fiction into the literary mainstream".

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Profile Image for Велислав Върбанов.
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February 4, 2025
„Зелен� сенки, бял кит� е много хубава и трогателна книга, написана със страхотно чувство за хумор! В нея се разказва за приключенията на млад американски писател в Ирландия, който се премества да живее там няколко месеца, за да напише сценарий за филмова екранизация на „Моб� Дик�. Опитвайки се да опознае ирландците и техния начин на живот, той се сприятелява с обикновени, но и интересни хора, както и се потапя в мистичната ирландска атмосфера... Историята със сигурност ще допадне на почитателите на докосващия поетичен изказ на Бредбъри!




„Същия� ден по пладне започна серия от съвпадения, която след редица обрати действително доведе до мистериозна развръзка, като при това аз се оказах в центъра на събитията.
Трябва да знаете, че хотел „Роя� Хайбърниан� се намира на половината път между Тринити Колидж и парка „Сейн� Стивънс�, а зад него минава Графтън Стрийт, откъдето можете да си купите прибори, сервизи, покривки или алени ловни сака, кожени боти и каскети, с които да препускате подир проклетите хрътки, или пък, още по-добре, да се шмугнете в бар „Четирите провинции�, за подходяща смесица от пиене и приказки � препоръчваната пропорция е час пиене на два часа приказки.�
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624 reviews210 followers
August 22, 2022
ХУМОР
ИРЛАНДИЯ
БРЕДБЪРИ = ВЪОБРАЖЕНИЕ + ЧОВЕЧНОСТ

Хуморът е нещо, към което съм доста претенциозна в литературата и „� живота�. Със „Зелен� сенки, бял кит� � усмивка от първата до последната буква! В тази книга не открих някакъв оригинален „модерен� хумор, а автентичен „старомоден� смях.

�- Ще остана шест месеца. Може би все пак�
- Ще зърнеш отново слънцето и зеленината? Току-виж ти провървяло. Но през 28-а имахме двеста дни дъжд. Нея година се родиха повече гъби, отколкото деца.�

�- Какво време само! � обади се Том.
- Не се подвеждай � предупреди го Джон. � Изглежда прекрасно, но вали шест дни в седмицата. Скоро и ти ще посегнеш към уискито като мен.�

„Дъждъ� ме изпрати до вратата и остана отвън да чака, за да ме поеме отново, щом изляза.�


Често шегите в книгата са по отношение на времето в Ирландия. Но най-широкоусмихващи са историите на героите. Опитвам се да запомня всяка от тях. Не само в кръчмата, не само във връзка с музиката, не само загадъчните случки. Хареса ми, че романът е по-скоро богата шарена кръпка от свързани или отделни истории, а не плавноразвиващ се сюжет. Аз, неприятел на редовното пиянство, обичах да стоя с тези мъже в кръчмата и на местата на техните лудории. Все пак съжалявам, че това е един силно изразен мъжки свят � местните жени или ги нямаше, или бяха за оплакване, или бяха представяни като досадни кукумявки. А Рики...

„Та�, в кръчмата, по време на дългите часове ленив разговор между групата мъже, наподобяващ грижовно отглеждане на градина, в което всеки участваше вместо инструмент със собствения си език и пенливата, начесто надигана халба � ето къде Майк бе попивал своето добродушие.�

„З� мен имаше само един Майк. Този, когото самата Ирландия бе оформила от дъжда и лошото време, от сеитбите и жътвите, от своите малцове и хмелове, от втасванията и бутилиранията, от кръчмите с цвят на узряло зърно, от вълнуващите се от нощния вятър ечемик и пшеница � добрият шепот, който се чува надалече в гората или мочурището, докато преминавате. Това беше Майк до мозъка на костите, до очите и сърцето, до сръчните ръце. Ако ме попитате какво прави ирландците такива, каквито са, ще ви посоча пътя, по който да тръгнете, и ще ви кажа къде да свърнете за бара на Хийбър Фин.�


Ирландия � докато английски автори много-много не харесвам, доста ирландски писатели са ми любими. Но дори при наличието на същата човечност сред местните хора в ирландските романи/разкази, превес често има мракът в живота им. Вярно, че американецът Бредбъри е бил само гост за около половин година и така е можело по-лесно да извлече светлото, жизненото. Но мисля, че в този роман (редом с хумора или именно чрез него) не е пропуснато нищо от несгодите по онези места и времена (голямата беднотия на 50-те, просяци в романа колкото щеш; или емигранти).

„Църквата поставя Ирландия на колене, времето я дави, политиците се мъчат да я вкарат в гроба� но тя все продължава своя спринт към далечния изход. И бога ми, мисля, че един ден ще го достигне!�

Човечност (или каквато и да е точната дума).
Светъл лъч е Рей!

„Случвал� ли ти се е да се събудиш посред нощ и да усетиш отвън, зад прозорците, първия полъх на лятото след мразовитата зима? Будиш ли тогава жена си, за да ѝ изкажеш благодарността си? Не, просто лежиш като дръвник, подхилквайки се тихичко, насаме с новото време!�

„Так� това вече не били две нации, две отделни държави, а една обща раса, която пътувала от едната земя до другата и обратно, със смяната на времето и редуването на сезоните, и така во веки веков.�


Въображение

Дори непредсказуемият Джон Хюстън е принуден да възкликне за предполагаемия Рей:

„З� бога, момче, ти си велик писател на научна фантастика, нали така? Превъзходен, изтънчен майстор на фантазията и въображението?�

Затова вярвах безусловно на всичко, дори на неправдоподобното, в тази книга. Но тук имаме „двойн� печалба� � източник на интересните истории са местните хора. Самият писател от Америка така е видял и представил мъжете на Ирландия, че се получава това:

� � Тук май всички сте писатели.
- Ако сиромашията, пиенето и чесането на езика те прави писател, то наистина сме такива.�


Отделно ако говорим за езика на Рей Бредбъри, той пак е изобилно-образен като в другите му „вълшебни� творби. Дотолкова богат, че дори е прекалено емоционален и задъхващ на моменти � просто главата на този човек ражда. Вижда и описва. Окото на Рей не вижда едно, вижда поне по три.

„Събуди� се и вперих поглед в тавана така, сякаш бе огромна маса от бяла плът, свирепо немигащо око, поразяваща плоска опашка.�

„Н� бузите ми разцъфнаха испански портокали. Дъхът засвири в ноздрите ми като флейта. Краката ми скритом зашаваха, танцувайки в неподвижните обувки.�

„Застана�, гледайки сивокаменните улици, сивокаменните облаци и вкочанените минувачи, издишващи сиви погребални облачета от мразовитите си устни.�

„А� се втурнах към Джон, но той с лениво движение на ръката метна вестника в огъня, където той плесна с криле като умираща птица и скоропостижно загина сред сноп от пламък и искри.�


(Толкова жив превод на Деян Кючуков!, особено при разговорите между хората.)

И още:

Музика

„З� момент, докато говорехме под студените струи, акордеонът на просяка беше замлъкнал. А сега, сякаш времето го бе събудило за живот, той го разтегна енергично. От виещия се мях на инструмента се изтръгнаха серия астматични звуци, които обаче с нищо не предвещаваха онова, което последва.
Той отвори уста. И запя.
Сладкият, ясен баритонов глас, който се понесе над моста О‘Конъ�, бе възхитително стабилен и уверен, без всякакво потрепване или фалш. Сякаш разтваряйки устни, мъжът бе отключил в себе си някакви тайни, съкровени врати. Това бе не толкова песен, колкото пускане на воля на самата душа.�


Природа

„Земят� беше зелена.
Но не просто обикновено зелено, а всяка една нотка и вариация. Дори сенките бяха зелени, както и светлината, играеща по кея на градчето и по лицата на митническите инспектори.�


За финал ми се иска да цитирам цялата последна глава 33. Всичко много ми хареса, колкото и да е типична ситуацията. Но не е редно да се цитира каквото и да е от последна глава на роман (дори сюжетът да няма първостепенна роля), затова поне скрито мъничка част от диалозите.


Остава да гледам филма ‘Moby Dick� от 1956 г., въпреки че почти нищо не споменах за Джон Хюстън...
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669 reviews141 followers
March 9, 2024
Often misidentified as a novel (even by the author), this work does not read like one; it reads like a memoir. Bradbury himself said he wrote it after reading Katherine Hepburn's memoir of her own experiences with director John Huston, making 'The African Queen'. When this book first appeared in 1992, it was largely reviewed as a novel and, as such, was found wanting. (Gee, maybe that's because it's not a novel.)

'GS,WW' is Bradbury's decades-later look back at a major turn in his artistic life. Reflecting more than a bit of 'Be careful what you wish for.', the book details the author's dream-come-true of getting a major writing assignment (the screenplay for 'Moby Dick') for one of his heroes (Huston). He sailed to Ireland (he had a fear of flying) and spent a number of months hammering out a script, while soaking in 'the local color' (i.e., a particular local pub) and dealing with Huston's innumerable eccentricities. Right at the end of his assignment, he dashed off its last chunk in a 7-hour frenzied flurry (while feeling Melville's spirit close-at-shoulder), whisked the pages off to Huston for his approval, then said goodbye to his new Irish pals and Ireland itself for good.

He was not around for the actual filming.

Bradbury augments his book with stories (and myths) of the local folk - and a number of those are engaging... until there's something of a steady lapse (in a short series dealing with the Irish national anthem being played in a movie theater) near the end.

By far, the book's main attraction is Bradbury's interaction with Huston (my favorite director, and the man behind my favorite film, 'The Night of the Iguana'). If, going in, you didn't know all that much about the director, the portrait of him here may come off as insufficient - or he may appear to be little more than mercurial, with an unknowable nature. (There really could have been more here to round him out better.) But, if you look deeply into the amount that Bradbury does give (and some of that is downright fascinating; Huston's vaguely permissive views on homosexuality, for example), you may notice Huston as a man beset by the kind of personal quirks that made him less effective as a human being, but uniquely qualified to be a director. He seemed to be always acting (esp. as a not-always-benign trickster) when not working - and working allowed (or, more accurately, forced) him to harness himself at his best.
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October 27, 2020
Ако някой ден ви се приходи в Ирландия , вземете прочетете тази книжка , тя ще ви разкаже неща които няма да прочетете в брошурите на туристическите бюра .
Дали Бредбъри е заобичал Ирландия ?Със сигурност да, вечното зелено промивано от дъжда който сякаш никога не спира , странните обичаи на този зелен остров насред нищото и хората толкова човечни , забавни със своите чудатости .
Винаги когато чета Бредбъри ми се иска да го бях познавал лично , да мога да стисна ръката му и да му благодаря за историите които е написал, за неговата любов към детството, за вярата му във вечните неща , за полета на фантазията и за убеждението , че когато в един голям човек детето умре часовника почва да върви неумолимо в обратна посока .
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July 5, 2014
Нетипична като съдържание за Бредбъри, но в типичния негов стил. Имам усещането, че е писал книгата за свое собствено удоволствие и като обяснение в любов към Ирландия и зелените й хълмове, дори към дъжда, който непрекъснато капе по прозорците като будна съвест. И най-вече към хората й, обикновени, човечни, по своему мъдри, които трябва да се четат между редовете, за да ги обикнеш - шофьора на такси, веселата кръчмарска компания, уличните музиканти, дъблинските просяци и други странни птици, забъркващи невероятни и забавни ситуации.

Има доста препратки към "Моби Дик". Писането на сценария по тази книга е съпроводено с ловджийска сватба и погребение в отлежало вино, с много моменти, дълбаещи миналото и душата, сарказъм и хумор - добродушно надсмиване над себе и околните, както и щипка мистика (Нора и нейното имение Гринуд, което има собствено и трудно предвидимо отношение към хората; това е едната от познатите истории, но не мога да открия все още в кой от сборниците му с разкази е публикувана).
Другата е за един много симпатичен лорд и в имението му.

"Зелени сенки, бял кит" се чете много леко и би допаднала на всеки почитател на лиричния изказ на Бредбъри.
Удоволствието от четенето се засилваше и от това, че за първи път попадам на книга на "Сиела" с една единствена и почти незабележима грешчица. Пожелавам им да продължават все така.

„Животъ� е твърде кратък за поздрави, а вече няма време дори и за свестни сбогувания."

„Първо ме поздравяваш, че съм стар, а сега пък съжаляваш, че нямам жена. Явно не познаваш Ирландия. Да си стар ерген тук е едно от основните занимания! За да се ожениш, ти трябва имот. Затова си траеш, докато господ прибере майка ти и баща ти. Едва тогава, когато имотът е вече твой, си търсиш съпруга. Това е игра на изчакване. Един ден ще се задомя, не бери грижа
- На седемдесет?
Той се дръпна и ме изгледа под вежди.
- Като нищо ще изкарам двайсет години добър брак с някоя свястна жена."

„Женит� са четвъртото нещо от Светата троица.�

„� никакъв случай не бива да искаш от един ирландец да говори по същество. Той предпочита дългите, заобиколни приказки. Иначе пиенето присяда в гърлото и денят отива по дяволите.�

„Н� бузите ми разцъфнаха испански портокали. Дъхът засвири в ноздрите ми като флейта. Краката ми скритом зашаваха, тайнцувайки в неподвижните обувки.
Арфата засвири „Янк� Дудъл�.
И аз отново се натъжих.
Защото, ето, мина ми през ума, тя дори не вижда инструмента. Не чува собствената си музика!
Действително, ръцете й сами подскачаха и лудуваха във въздуха, подръпваха и пощипваха струните, като два древни паяка, тъчащи усърдно мрежи, разкъсвани от вятъра и поправяни отново. Бе оставила пръстите си да свирят свободно, без надзор, докато лицето й се обръщаше ту на една страна, ту на друга, сякаш живееше в съседна къща и трябваше само да ги наглежда от време на време, колкото да не направят някоя беля.
Душата ми въздъхна в мен.�

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717 reviews1,067 followers
December 1, 2018
Divertido raconto de los días de Bradbury en Irlanda cuando estaba escribiendo el guión de Moby Dick para la película de John Huston que interpretó Gregory Peck.
50% ficción, 50% realidad, 100% Bradbury.
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411 reviews105 followers
April 8, 2024
This is one of those novels that you read for the sheer love of writing as a stylistic, not a narrative, craft. Bradbury plays with words in this book like James Newton Howard plays with musical notes in Peter Pan or Raya and the Last Dragon, manipulating language into ribbons and starbursts and raindrops of sentences with such evident glee that you can’t help but smile along with him. His treatment of Ireland and the Irish is deliberately tongue-in-cheek, winking at all of the stereotypes it so liberally employs and apparently fully aware that it’s gushing over the Emerald Isle exactly as quixotically as everyone else does.

That isn’t to say, though, that there’s not a narrative plot to Green Shadows, White Whale, because there most certainly is. Its semi-autobiographical nature intrigues me; I love the idea of Bradbury arriving on the soil of Eire all wide-eyed and earnest, cavorting with the locals by day and wrestling with the leviathan challenges of adapting one of those stupid, irritating, and somehow still magnificent behemoths of classic literature into screenplay format by night � to say nothing of coping with a beastly director ’round the clock. (Myself, I’m still pretty skeptical of the “magnificence� of Moby Dick, but I guess we’ll see how I feel after I actually read it.) I’d love to know which anecdotes spring from Bradbury’s personal experience and which from his imagination.

I usually can’t abide episodic story structure, but some of the episodes in this particular story are pretty entertaining, so I’ll allow it. The first detour, in particular, is such a brilliantly executed piece of political comedy that I could forgive far more flaws than this book has on its account.

Said flaws include some annoying throwaway instances of racism or marginalization and the like. We also could have used more Ricki. Overall, though, it’s quite good. And it’s funny. The whole “everyone is at least 60% gay, actually� scene had me giggling.
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July 30, 2017
Ray Bradbury’s Green Shadows and White Whale is classic Ray Bradbury. It has been a lot of years since I read The Illustrated Man . In fact that particular edition. In fact, so long that it took me a few chapters to get back to a Bradbury frame of mind. Green Shadows is worth the effort. Semi-autobiographical this is the much older Bradbury telling stories about his time as a young man visiting Ireland for the purpose of writing the screen play for John Houston’s movie, Moby Dick. The book careens from the humorous to the spooky with traditional Irish Blarney and lots of rain. It is all in good fun.

Ray Bradbury novels are not so much novels as a set of connected short stories built around a central conceit. White Whale has the narrator, visiting an Ireland that is not so much a place on the map as a state of mind. There is lots of drinking, but very little drunkenness. Beggars are philosophers and everyone is a poet. I suppose many will be insulted by the heavy handed over use of what would have been stereotypes before this book’s 1992 publication. I leave that for others. This book is affectionate rather that judgmental or patronizing. Shenagans are aplenty with lovely unexpected turns. The Banshee story makes for a great classic story and the wedding cake/hunt wedding scene had me reading aloud to my laughing wife.

Some may also wonder about the degree to which John Houston, one of the few real names in the book is played as the heavy, if not the villain. This version of Houston is larger than life and painfully over bearing, but perhaps it was Bradbury’s intent to make the director over into the role of a living personification of The Whale. Mostly it works, but it can be tricky move from the early image of Houston brow beating his wife into humiliation into later versions of him as an over active almost child-man of enthusiasms and energy.

The parental warning is that there is a great deal of drinking and loose talk if little in the way of bad language. There are references to casual sex but nothing in the text is obscene. Over all this is a book that younger teens can enjoy with a minimum of corrupting effects. Some of the more protective parents may want to consider more deeply.
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1,238 reviews46 followers
March 19, 2020
Писател заминава за Ирландия, за да напише сценарий по "Моби Дик" на Мелвил. Режисьорът Джон Хюстън обича да дразни хората, да се шегува с тях и да ги командва. При сблъсъка на двамата в Ирландия хвърчат истории, реплики, сравнения и комични изживявания. Писателят среща местните герои и покрай тях изживява много случки - къде тъжни, къде весели. Някъде наистина съм се смяла с глас.
Книгата може да се определи като магически реализъм и разказва за фолклора на Ирландия, за народопсихологията на ирландците, за времето и природата там. Видя ми се малко разхвърляна, сякаш не беше роман, а поредица разкази. Не мога да кажа категорично, че книгата ми хареса.
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111 reviews10 followers
January 15, 2020
I studied "Moby Dick" too close for comfort in college. I also love Ireland. So my sister gave me this book that combines both topics, weirdly enough. There are like two chapters that talk about "Moby Dick", five chapters on John Huston and the crazy weirdness of Hollywood in the '50s, and all the rest of the chapters are stories from the Irish experience. I loved it! Each little story just left me with an indescribable feeling of "yes, that is SO Irish!". I will definitely read this again. I also should read more Bradbury.
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266 reviews12 followers
July 27, 2022
Divertida colección de textos acerca de la estancia en Irlanda durante seis meses de Ray Bradbury. Es ágil, ameno y Bradbury es un narrador portentoso, con un humor muy fino.

Sobre su proceso de escritura hay páginas muy agudas, pero lo más bello, a mi parecer, es el retrato de la bella isla esmeralda. Como residente en el mismo lugar, me divierte e interesa saber la impresión del lugar en el pasado, sus semejanzas y la persistencia de dos elementos que justifican una obra, acaso una vida: jovialidad e imaginación. Y la conjunción de autor y territorio es inspirada.

No deja de ser un texto menor de melancolía y homenaje, pero es grato. Recomendable.
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September 28, 2012
In 1953, Ray Bradbury joined John Huston in Ireland to work on a screenplay of Moby Dick. Many years later, Bradbury assembled his impressions of the six months spent in Ireland into a "novel"; actually, this reads more like a fictionalized series of articles, but if Bradbury wants to call it a novel, then well and good. Obviously, it is very well written. Parts of it are brilliant, especially those chapters dealing with the louche David Snell-Orkney and his bouquet of five "hothouse flowers", which then progresses to the "anthem sprinting" anecdote (and if the National Anthem was played at the end of ballgames instead of the beginning, let it be noted that I would be a champion Anthem Sprinter; as it stands, I'm more of an Anthem Shirker). Where the book feels thin to me is in its coverage of John Huston: it doesn't really add anything to my understanding of one of my top five film directors.
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June 29, 2009
This book was not what I was expecting, but it is still pretty good. I guess I wanted it to be about crazy old John Huston misreading Ray Bradbury and the wacky situations that ensued around their working relationship. That's not to say that there wasn't a bit of that, but this book is good for some old man pub wisdom and literary allusions.
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November 2, 2023
A change of pace if you’re looking for Bradbury’s usual fare. Instead this is an autobiographical novel based on his experiences living in Ireland while working under John Huston writing the script for Moby Dick. An American’s view of the Irish that mixes pathos and humour. Huston looms large over proceedings - an emotionally abusive trickster. Think Adam Driver’s character in Girls. Interesting!
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370 reviews17 followers
September 15, 2020
In 2015 I had an unexpected trip to Ireland after years away and one epiphany of that trip was the Bohemian thread that runs through the culture, even during the most conventionally Catholic periods of the twentieth century. So many different visions of Ireland here. At times the novel was a bit whimsy-heavy and at other times the mix of absurd humor and Irish-specific detail conjures Flann O'Brien. I don't know how often Bradbury wrote in this particular vein, but another factor adding to the intrigue is how he blurs memoir, novel, fantasy-- referring to himself, Huston, Ricki and others by name. Kept thinking about The Things They Carried (although for the most part a very different kind of novel). Melville and Moby Dick are of course hugely present. The edition I found is not here but "a novel" is at the center of the cover. There are some gentle forays into the supernatural, multiple ghost stories woven throughout. (Just found that youtube has the short film made of "The Banshee" story in which Peter O'Toole plays the Huston character-- a story that Bradbury positions as some major score-settling with Huston). Bradbury was obsessed with his experience in Ireland and with Huston/Moby Dick-- he wrote stories but it took him decades to put this together. One journalist says he was inspired to write on this scale after reading Kate Hepburn's memoir of making The African Queen. GREEN SHADOWS may not capture the Irish the way Bradbury so clearly wants to--but really enjoyed this book. nevertheless. Highly recommend Anjelica Huston's account of her childhood remarkable to look at the big picture of Huston's life and work at St Cleran's (her sister Allegra also wrote a compelling memoir). I especially like Huston's article in Vanity Fair-- more than I liked her actual memoirs if memory serves. May be an excerpt from the memoir, but quite perfect.
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July 4, 2014
Преследване на бели китове по зелени хълмове:

С Рей Бредбъри не може да имаш очаквания и предубеждения. Просто трябва да го четеш с отворен ум и сърце, с увереност, че той няма да те подведе, а ще те заведе на някое специално място, смес от реалност и въображение, че ще се погрижи да си прекараш страхотно, да видиш живота от друг ъгъл и в крайна сметка да затвориш книгата с разкачена от усмивки челюст. В “Зелен� сенки, бял кит� се случва точно това, че и много повече � книгата е рязко отличима от всичко, което съм чел от него и мога да я свържа единствено с любимата ми “Кръчмата на Калахан� на Спайдър Робинсън. Между двете има твърде много паралели, за да е просто случайност, но е важно да се отбележи, че именно един от най-популярните фантасти е написал нефантастична книга, която звучи като разказ за друга планета, но не е � това просто е поема в проза за Ирландия и ирландците.

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March 31, 2020
This review is crossposted in my blog:

With Ray you never know what is real and what is imagined. This was supposed to be an autobiographical novel but Bradbury always leaves space for magic in his works, so the reader now is able to enjoy a good piece of fiction with autobiographical notes in it.

“Green Shadows, White Whale� partially consists of stories reprinted from other collections, like “The Haunting of the New�, “The Beggar on O'Connell Bridge� or “Banshee�, and partially of new sketches describing the time Ray Bradbury spent in Ireland in 1953 when John Huston, a famous Hollywood director, invited him to work at the script for the screen version of Melville’s “Moby Dick�. For more than six months the White Whale has become a daily companion for the writer and a ticket to the country that he would favour for the rest of his life.

“There is no figuring us,� said Finn. “We Irish are as deep as the sea and as broad. Quicksilver one moment. Clubfooted the next.�

Ireland is a land of contrast and you can notice it from the very beginning of the novel, when the narrator leaves the ferry and sees the emerald hills all around him. He is dumbstruck by the surrounding beauty but suddenly a lightning splits the sky and tones of water begin to pour down colouring everything with grey. The weather is either splendid or a complete disaster � that’s what the Emerald Isle wants the narrator to learn at once. But not only the weather is contrasted here. The Irishmen themselves are full of fascinating paradoxes.

Every Irishmen regards it as his duty to criticize his own country: the weather, the government, the poverty, the women, the church � everyone and everything is to blame. Still most of them are unbelievably patriotic, it never occurs to them to live their motherland in search of a better place and those who did leave, well, were they really Irish? Very doubtful indeed. In addition they are willing to protect everything they have just criticized in front of everyone else. Only the Irish have the right to discuss Ireland, and if someone else doesn’t like it here � well, the ferry leaves in the morning. These people can run away from the sound of their anthem and simultaneously be proud of their nationality.

“For you must never ask an Irishman to get to the point. The long way around and half again is more like it. Getting to the point could spoil the drink and ruin the day�.

The matter is that they just like to talk, to discuss and to argue so what could be a better topic than their own country? The origins of such eloquence are to be searched in pubs. Pub culture is a very important side of Irish mentality. Pub is the centre of their universe where all the problems are solved, all the issues discussed and any event, large or small, is accompanied by drinking. Bradbury very ironically describes the relations of Irishmen with alcohol. One of the chapters depicts the funeral of an old duke whose last wish was to be buried in a coffin made of wine boxes and have all the specimen of his wine cellar by his side.

Still pubs are not only and not mostly about drinking. It is a place of communication from which the people of this surprising country take their inspiration and positive attitude towards everything. It brings all the people of the land together, regardless of their social position, and lets them speak frankly to each other.

“The Irish. From so little they glean so much: squeeze the last ounce of joy from a flower with no petals, a night with no stars, a day with no sun. One seed and you lift a beanstalk forest to shake down giants of converse. The Irish? You step off a cliff and � fall up!�

It is generally known that people of Ireland are not particularly fond of newcomers. Well, that is only half truth, for they are really suspicious of foreigners but only one compliment to Irish culture can melt their heart. Bradbury assures the reader that once you have deserved their respect, they become very friendly and helpful. But for the conquerors and invaders the Emerald Isle has no mercy. Not only the inhabitants are ready to protect their land, just like Mars in “The Martian Chronicles�, the country acts as a living being which can stand up for itself.

For instance, the author criticizes the Americans who buy old Irish estates to show off and come there to set their own ways. One of the stories tells about a castle that ousts its owner because she and her guests disrespected it with their behaviour. Just like in Wilde’s “Centerville Ghost�, where an American businessman buys a castle with a ghost because such possession can show everyone his wealth and eccentricity. Sadly, the ghost doesn’t want to live with people for whom everything can be bought and sold. In a similar way Bradbury tries to show the reader that culture and tradition should be cherished and valued, an ancient castle is not a place for partying just like art gallery would not be suitable for a dinner. Shortly speaking, in Rome do as the Romans do and don’t think that owning a piece of land could make you native to it.

The episode with the castle is not the only fantastic element in the book. Elves, fairies and brownies inhabit Bradbury’s Ireland, if only you have an eye sharp enough to notice them. If you walk late at night along the road you can hear a banshee crying, if a man has decided not to grow older, so he does. The fantasy is not always clearly visible, in most cases the author leaves the reader wondering whether the story was real or imagined and that is a part of Bradbury’s charm.
Beggars and music is the other topic not to be overlooked and those two are closely linked to each other. Bradbury marvels at how so many talented musicians are reduced to wasting their talent on the passers-by who mostly fail to value it. However, the author has to admit that you never can tell a real pauper from the people who just chose begging as an easier way to earn money using their acting talents. Some may really have no other way to survive, others paint their faces and fake injuries to deceive people in the streets. Ireland is unimaginable without beggars, but Bradbury has no ready ideas of how to treat them, I suppose it is up to each of us to decide whether we are ready to share our money or not.

Although expressing Bradbury’s love and respect to Irish culture and people is the main aim of this novel, we shouldn’t forget that it is also a wonderful example of metaprose, i.e. a novel about creating a novel. Unlike many other authors, Bradbury doesn’t present the process of writing as a series of inspirations and insights, for him it is hard daily work, constant search and improvement. Being a writer you always have to observe, analyse and compare, inspiration doesn’t come from nowhere, you have to search for interesting characters and plot lines everywhere you can.

Working at the script the narrator continuously tries to compare Melville’s characters to the people surrounding him to make them more reliable and realistic, he reads “Moby Dick� over and over again to discover new meanings and extract the most important point. The White Whale is always present in the corner of his mind wherever the narrator goes.

The complicated relations between Ray and John are also represented in the text. The director in “Green Shadows, White Whale� impersonates all the typical qualities of Hollywood bohème and is much criticized by Bradbury. He is depicted as a spoiled and selfish tyrant who wants all the people surrounding him including his wife and colleagues to fulfil all his whims. John is eccentric in many ways from his manner of speech to his taste for strange jokes and tricks. He doesn’t particularly care about other people’s feelings and always says what he thinks, even I front of complete strangers. Bradbury admits that it took him much effort to finish the project with Huston, although in the end they both were satisfied with their work.

Thus, the mysterious White Whale and the Green Shadows of Ireland created a beautiful tandem. This book is neither a detailed autobiography nor an encyclopedia of Irish culture. Still it is a beautiful read, both humorous and sad, and after all who can truthfully describe any culture, especially if it is so full of complications and confusions. As Finn, the pub owner, says in the novel:
“We are a mystery inside a box inside a maze with no door and no key�.

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Author7 books1 follower
February 7, 2019
In 1953 Ray Bradbury traveled to Ireland to work on the screenplay adaptation of Moby Dick. He lived there for months and got soul drunk on the culture and people of the Emerald Isle, as well as regular drunk on whiskey and Guinness. Over the next forty years he wrote about his stay there, and this book is the culmination of all those stories.

The narrator, who is unnamed but clearly a stand-in for Ray, makes much of wanting to decode the enigma of Ireland and its people. Throughout the book, folks ask him several times, “Have you figured us out, yet? Have you learned our secrets?� They do what they can to lead him to that discovery. He drinks, bets on horses, listens to tall tales, walks the streets in sunshine and rain, meets beggars and artists, all in the effort to reduce the spirit of the island to its purest essence. In contrast to his earnest question, we get a couple stories of people trying to change the Irish rather than allowing the experience of Ireland to settle naturally upon them.

John Huston, director of the Moby Dick adaptation and Ray's boss, invites two friends to visit. They're an unmarried couple. John says to them, “When are you getting married? How about right now. Let me plan your wedding for you.� Which he does. He arranges a hunt wedding, a multi-day event with an English fox hunt as its centerpiece. John dictates every aspect of the event, the food, the cheap Champagne, the pastor (although finding a minister willing to marry two non-Catholics proves difficult). And almost everything goes wrong. Someone dies during the hunt, which delays the ceremony by a week; the cake is rock-hard after the wait; the preacher browbeats the couple for being sinners, and the groom ultimately disappears after having fought with the bride the entire time. It's as if Ireland refuses the director's attempt to influence its customs or import his own. The more he tries to bend the people to his will, the more cursed the proceedings become. John and his wife are both injured, and because their friends are wed under the banner of foreign customs, the marriage bond itself is strained and possibly invalid. When you try to change Ireland, you do so at your own risk.

In another story, the revered playwright George Bernard Shaw visits the local bar where Ray had been hanging out with the locals and tries to influence the minds of the patrons. He removes little tchotchke signs from his bag and places them around the bar. They read, “Stop,� “Consider,� “Think,� and “Do.� The pub regulars, which is everyone in the pub, pause to look at the commands and ponder the consequences of such actions. Silence enters the pub for the first time in years. The drinking stops, the comradery ceases, and their lives come into focus. What they see isn't pleasant. The message is clear: let the Irish be Irish.

The book is accepting of a lot of traits that, in most any other setting, are considered negative and dangerous. The constant drunkenness, reckless driving, the absent fathers and husbands, the walling off of emotions, all treated with a religious reverence. And that's fine. The book is meant to be seen through the eyes of a young man abroad for the first time, chasing a dream and the mystique of a foreign land, begging for acceptance from its people. Of course he's going to fall in love with this beautiful country. He comes expecting legends, so shall he find, just like the narrator of the book he's there to adapt. The reader is allowed to determine if Ireland lives up to that emerald promise.

This book is labeled a novel, but you can see I've been referring to the chapters as stories. Bradbury made edits and additions to thread a story line through the individual tales, but the stories themselves differ wildly in tone and even genre. Some stories are hilarious; others are heartbreaking. Ray even manages to shoehorn in a horror story and a light fantasy. The shifts in tone keep the book from feeling like anything other than a collection of short stories, even with the connective sinews of the narrator's quest to complete the screenplay and stand up to his abusive director. I don't mean that as a knock on the book. You still get a Ray Bradbury collection, after all, which is always a great thing. Many of these stories are magnificent, full of the breathless poetry and arms-wide love for the English language that we expect from Bradbury. But some of them just don't work.

Ray Bradbury excels at writing about childhood and death. Anything in between tends to be hit or miss. What’s always a miss is when Ray writes about sex. In what turns out to be a slightly fantastical story, the narrator visits an old friend who used to throw enormous, scandalous parties with lots of drinking and nudity. In recounting her life of debauchery, she describes her many lovers as having stabbed her with their lustful swords. Just, no. It's a cringe-worthy monologue I wish didn't exist, especially since I often think of Ray as my grandfather telling me stories. It makes me not want to visit Grampa again, and I regret letting him feed me all those hard candies.

Another story involves a trio of men who visit the town. Their strangeness is curious to the locals. The men, you see, are gay. The book does not use that word or any other direct label. Ray skates and tiptoes around actually stating their sexuality, but he hints in so many ways. They are smart dressers. They sort of float from place to place. And they sing wherever they go, almost like literal fairies. The locals stalk the men and try to determine what they're up to. They come to the conclusion that the trio are, in many ways, just like the manly patrons of the pub. They all prefer drinking in the company of other men and are equally loathe to go home to women. You can tell Ray is trying his best to make a big statement on acceptance and equality, but it feels so trite. Especially when the gay men fit the cookie-cutter shape of fey and high-strung. I applaud the effort, but it's not an easy story to enjoy.

I found this book in the library a couple of decades ago, and I assumed it was from the fifties. Some of the memories may have been born in the fifties, but the book itself was published in 1992, the year I first discovered it on the library shelf. I kept putting off reading it because I could tell from the jacket description it wasn't genre. Turns out all my assumptions were incorrect. This is a hybrid of novel and short story collection, a blend of old and new, and, believe it or not, it is genre. Ray is best known for his science fiction, his horror, and, to a lesser extent, his small town stories. He's written collage novels in all three categories. But here's a fourth that he'd been working on intermittently for decades, publishing the stories in a diverse scattering of magazines: it's a collection of Irish Stories. I'm sure there are others examples out there. Ray can't be the only wordsmith to breathe deep the verdant hills and quiet culture of Ireland. But these stores also fall into another genre: they are Ray Bradbury stories. The ones we have will forever be the only ones we have. Not all of them are perfect, but a precious few are.

“The Anthem Sprinters� is one of them. It takes its time to slowly and methodically establish the rules of a sport a group of barflies invented to play and bet on at the movie house. When the picture ends, just before the national anthem plays, they all rush for the exits to see who can reach the street first. Just as the race is about to begin, something happens the sprinters weren't expecting. It's a sad ending, a happy ending, a mingling of the old and new, loss and rediscovery. It seems to be all the answers to the Irish enigma, though maybe it isn't. It's a Ray Bradbury ending, full of joyful tears and fragile promise, the things we go to Ray for in the first place.

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259 reviews21 followers
November 7, 2023
What an incredible ode to Ireland and to a time always gone, always Past, never near! Ray can tell a story, and, even truer, can tell many stories to tell one story, and this one’s no less for these. In fact, the only reason I don’t rate this more highly is because the poetry of it were the best bits and everything else read like someone was demanding more where less said would’ve been better. Which, I know, is crazy of me to insist upon- this is Ray Bradbury talking about living in Ireland in 1953 to write a screenplay for a film adaptation of one of the most audacious books of all time for one of the most audacious directors in any memory! And yet, no, I did not need so many words. There’s some incredibly beautiful and sharp and vivid passages and descriptions in here. Read it, and love it, but don’t count on wanting to revisit it. Just as Ray said for his time in Ireland, I won’t be coming back to this one. Though it will stay with me.
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98 reviews
July 27, 2023
I discovered both Moby Dick (my new favourite book) and Ray Bradbury (added to my favourite authors) this year. So this book is my two worlds colliding! I'd hoped to get insights into how the Moby Dick movie's screenplay was written and why certain scenes were added - and I got what I came for. But I wish more of the book was dedicated to that. Most of the book is the author's love letter to Ireland and the friendships he made there. Alot of the anecdotes were wholesome and sweet, reminiscent of Dandelion Wine's style. This book wasn't what I was expecting but still a nice feel-good read.
121 reviews
March 21, 2021
The fictionalized telling of Bradbury's stay in Ireland with director John Huston while writing the screenplay for the 1956 movie version of "Moby Dick". He has written several stories before based on his stay there (such as "Banshee") and these stories are incorporated into this novel. If you read many of Ray Bradbury's stories, you will recognize several of them in the book. There are not all that many parts of the novel with John Huston in them, but I think those are the most interesting parts. According to Bradbury, Huston could be quite the devil at times (not too surprising). Most of the book involves his friendships and adventures with Irish folk he met at a nearby pub. Not Bradbury's best, but certainly well worth picking up and reading.
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August 13, 2024
Bradbury's novelization of his time in Ireland with John Huston writing the screenplay for Moby-Dick. Lots of pub stories. Lots of crazy Huston stories. A fun read all around.
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411 reviews43 followers
May 14, 2019
I came to this book expecting it to be more about Ray Bradbury's writing process and his manner of adapting Moby-Dick to screenplay. While there was a little bit of that, much more emphasis was placed on his experiences with the people and places of Ireland, as well as his complicated, love-hate relationship with director John Huston.

One very telling detail of that relationship was Bradbury's frequent references to "The Beast", and it was not often made clear whether he was talking about the book, the whale, or the director. John Huston directed some classic films, but he was also (to put it mildly) callous and abrasive. Bradbury writes of his personal interactions with this man candidly, but without (too much) malice.

The stories of Bradbury's Irish friends take up a majority of this book. Some stories were ones Bradbury participated in, others were heard second-hand (almost always in a pub), all were a superb mixture of tragedy and comedy. The story about the homeless accordion player was, for me, particularly powerful.

As it is, it's a beautifully written love letter to the Emerald Isle, lyrical, comic, and tragic all at once. I was personally hoping for a bit more Moby-Dick stuff, but that's just because I'm Moby-Dick trash. This book wasn't really meant for Moby-Dick fans, anyway. It was written for Bradbury fans (I am one), for fans of travel memoirs (though it isn't really a travel memoir), and for fans of quirky larger-than-life characters. If a reader meets any one of those qualifications, they're bound to find something worthwhile here.
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Author5 books7 followers
July 28, 2018
while I was hoping for more about the actual writing of Moby Dick's screenplay, i was enchanted by Ray the storyteller falling in love with the Irish people. Once we got past the non-stop drinking and pubing and into some actual adventures, I was hooked. where else does a country estate door get opened by a naked Duchess who asks the author to help her into her panties? Or a writer forgo a warm, dry hotel room to follow his fascination with the roving apparantly professional community of beggars and street musicians, some of whom are happiest being appreciated in silence? who knows how much of this malarchy actually happened, but Ray is such a charming storyteller, who cares? i hear the Irish brogues while reading and wondering if Ireland is still like this...should I pack my bags?
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61 reviews20 followers
June 18, 2020
Той випадок, коли придбала книжку через обкладинку. В українського видання вона дуже гарна.

50-ті роки в Ірландії, всі мокнуть під дощем у твідових кепках і гасають на велосипедах. Молодий Бредбері переживає токсичні стосунки із тираном-режисером екранізації "Мобі Діка", який намагається керувати не лише постановкою фільмів, але й життями всіх, хто його оточує. Письменник ділиться веселими небилицями від завсідників ірландських пабів, пригодами місцевої знаті, щемкими історіями вуличних жебраків. Гумор, мелодрама і трохи містики.

Читання утруднював переклад, який спонукав пригадати походження мему "непозбувна бентега". Я люблю знаходити рідковживані слова у текстах, але тут цього було забагато. Складалося враження, ніби перекладач намагався вставити усі непопулярні синоніми до звичних слів, які тільки знає )))

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August 31, 2018
Part poetry, part autobiography, and part fiction that merge into a thoroughly enjoyable book. The Dublin pub scenes brought tears and laughter; the Huston episodes made me glad I never met the man; the rambling and regional stories made me aware that I am lucky to live here in Ireland.
One anecdote about George Bernard Shaw that went beyond the usual stereotype of the drunken Irish paddy. He, a tea-totaller, landed in a pub with Bradbury and several cronies on a rainy night, and when Shaw was recognized he got some codding that he was the one who defined an Irishman as one who "could climb over six nude women to get to his mother." Brought loud chuckles from me here in our Irish cottage. Quite true.
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October 23, 2019
After watching John Huston's Moby Dick, the Ray Bradbury semi-fictional memoir beckoned. Ray Bradbury's Green Shadows, White Whale is really more fiction than memoir, but it's a delectable concoction. Bradbury describes the months spent in Ireland while working on the screenplay for Moby Dick with John Huston, a demonic presence who was borderline psychotic. Each of the book's chapters is a freestanding story, and some were published separately. Bradbury was charmed by the eccentric Irish characters he met, especially those at a pub called Heeber Finn's. The stories vary greatly in style, from tall tale, to ghost story, to pure whimsy. The biggest surprise is Bradbury's flair for comedy. It's a genuinely funny book.
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April 19, 2018
Interesting in what concerns the relation Bradbury-Huston, as also the relation of Huston with the world around, in a green, rainy, wet Ireland. Very little on the creative process between the two of them, which is a pity. Would be the most interesting... most of the pages are wasted in pub stories that don't add to much. But it is, as expected, beautifully written.
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1,244 reviews68 followers
June 12, 2019
Read this book in 2011 and it made me laugh out loud. Clearly it was written years ago, and yet it had the feel of the Ireland I visited in 2012 and fell in love with. Bradbury is a talented writer and conveys a sense of place and character as well in non-fiction as in his fiction. Just lovely and I definitely recommend it.
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62 reviews
December 23, 2019
If you like Hunter S. Thomson, this is a must read! Hilarious journey through Ireland with Ray Bradbury and sometimes, John Huston. From the lads at the local pub to a group of IRA members who walk away with precious artwork after their plans of burning the vicar's house are thwarted because he's home, this is a delightful walk through lovely characters deeply grounded in their beloved Ireland.
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