"'The Bear' is a composite narrative of the initiation and inheritance of Isaac McCaslin (born in 1867), the last direct male descendant of Lucius Quintus Carothers McCaslin, who purchased land from the Chickasaw Indians." --A William Faulkner Encyclopedia. A version of it was published as a short story in The Saturday Evening Post on May 9, 1942. It was subsequently incorporated into the author's novel Go Down, Moses (1942); but has since sometimes been published as a free-standing novella.
William Cuthbert Faulkner was an American writer. He is best known for his novels and short stories set in the fictional Yoknapatawpha County, Mississippi, a stand-in for Lafayette County where he spent most of his life. A Nobel laureate, Faulkner is one of the most celebrated writers of American literature and often is considered the greatest writer of Southern literature. Faulkner was born in New Albany, Mississippi, and raised in Oxford, Mississippi. During World War I, he joined the Royal Canadian Air Force, but did not serve in combat. Returning to Oxford, he attended the University of Mississippi for three semesters before dropping out. He moved to New Orleans, where he wrote his first novel Soldiers' Pay (1925). He went back to Oxford and wrote Sartoris (1927), his first work set in the fictional Yoknapatawpha County. In 1929, he published The Sound and the Fury. The following year, he wrote As I Lay Dying. Later that decade, he wrote Light in August, Absalom, Absalom! and The Wild Palms. He also worked as a screenwriter, contributing to Howard Hawks's To Have and Have Not and The Big Sleep, adapted from Raymond Chandler's novel. The former film, adapted from Ernest Hemingway's novel, is the only film with contributions by two Nobel laureates. Faulkner's reputation grew following publication of Malcolm Cowley's The Portable Faulkner, and he was awarded the 1949 Nobel Prize in Literature for "his powerful and unique contribution to the modern American novel." He is the only Mississippi-born Nobel laureate. Two of his works, A Fable (1954) and The Reivers (1962), won the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction. Faulkner died from a heart attack on July 6, 1962, following a fall from his horse the month before. Ralph Ellison called him "the greatest artist the South has produced".
[Note: Apparently there are several versions of this story. I read a free online very short one (), not listed on 欧宝娱乐. Distilled, perhaps.]
It looked and towered in his dreams before he even saw the unaxed woods where it left its crooked print, shaggy, huge, red-eyed, not malevolent but just big--too big for the dogs which tried to bay it, for the horses which tried to ride it down, for the men and the bullets they fired into it, too big for the very country which was its constricting scope.
Now THAT was a story. A boy鈥檚 introduction to hunting, to wildness, to the meaning of bravery.
I鈥檓 someone who abhors the idea of hunting, but the treatment of it here was so rich, so full of tradition and respect for nature, that it was beautiful, even to me.
I read the third paragraph three times, stunned by how gorgeous it was. I鈥檝e been impressed by the Faulkner novels I鈥檝e read so far, but this story raises him to a new level for me. When I finished, I just wanted to read and re-read it; to contemplate the genius of it, foolishly hoping to discover how on earth he did it.
I think I read this long ago (and quickly 鈥� for graduate exams) as part of Go Down, Moses, but it feels almost entirely new to me. And new Faulkner can be bewildering, in both good and bad ways.
There鈥檚 definitely more good than the other. For starters, this gives us a compelling character, one of the most sympathetic in all of Faulkner. Carothers McCaslin is (or was, since we meet him only in memory) one of the generation of General Compson and Thomas Sutpen, the semi-legendary men who carved plantations out of the forest and thought nothing of enslaving humans.
Isaac 鈥淚ke鈥� McCaslin is his grandson, and he feels the stain of that legacy. Unlike the plebian Colonel Sartoris 鈥淪arty鈥� Snopes, he doesn鈥檛 simply run from the world 鈥� nor does he succumb to the pressure of its history like Quentin Compson. Instead, he determines to set things as right as he can make them.
In the first half of this, we see him tutored in the ways of the wilderness by Sam Fathers, a mixed Native and African-American ex-slave. From Sam, he learns to value the vanishing wilderness, a wilderness symbolized by the mythic great bear, Ben.
In the second half, Ike documents his grandfather鈥檚 rape 鈥� he doesn鈥檛 use the word, but he understands it as such 鈥� of a slave who was, on top of everything else, his biological daughter. That鈥檚 a lot to live with even for a Faulkner character, so Carothers pledges a $1000 bequest to Tennie and her descendants. Ike determines to find and repay each of them. In a similar vein, he refuses his inheritance of what鈥檚 left of the McCaslin farm. He still loves the wilderness 鈥� he sees it as raped in different fashion by the men of that primal generation 鈥� but he cannot bring himself to believe that anyone can truly own it.
In the end, Ike is almost a quasi-religious figure. He鈥檚 Uncle Ike to half the county, and he is a living link to the forests that have been turned into timber farms. He wants to atone for the evils of his ancestors, but he鈥檚 not sure he can.
As such, Ike is a powerful character to be examining in this moment when the concept of white privilege is so much in the air. He鈥檚 someone who sacrifices his inheritance and, as a consequence, his opportunity to have a family, in the name of compensating the victims of his ancestors鈥� greed. He tries to deny his privilege, and it鈥檚 not clear to what effect.
For all that ambition, this is a clear cut below the great Faulkner work. I am intrigued by the way he uses Carother鈥檚 鈥� and his sons鈥� 鈥� ledgers to re-examine the history that many have forgotten. As someone hoping to construct a story around the information I have learned from a pile of obscure records, I鈥檓 wrestling with the same narrative challenge.
The results, here, are mixed. I like reading the excerpts we get from the ledgers, but Faulkner is asking a great deal of us as readers to sort through different names and spellings and then to make sense of how they鈥檙e all connected. The Sound and the Fury is a lot of work, too, but that is work that takes us into the minds of our protagonists. This is work that tasks us with sorting between texts. As a consequence, I don鈥檛 feel I know Ike as fully as I鈥檇 like, though there is a strong argument in which we get to hear his voice and that compensates somewhat.
There鈥檚 also the mechanical problem that the two great halves of this feel different. The first four chapters and the sixth have one tone, and I understand they were written years earlier. The lengthy fifth chapter seems in a rush to squeeze in generational history. (That鈥檚 a feature of the beginning of Requiem for a Nun, a hurried recap of a slice of Yoknapatawpha history that he hasn鈥檛 had the chance to write elsewhere.) I get the impression that, a little Sutpen-like, Faulkner was beginning to worry that he might not live long enough to complete his design.
Still, there鈥檚 an undeniable power to this, and I think it works better than Spotted Horses, a novella from the same artificially assembled collection. It takes a lot of work as a reader to bring Ike into focus 鈥� work on par with bringing Benjy and Quentin into focus in The Sound and the Fury 鈥� and I think the effort is ultimately worth it.
Second-tier Faulkner can also be magnificent work, and this certainly is. I鈥檒l get back to the full Go Down, Moses before long, and I look forward to seeing how it fits into that whole.
This 100-page story is comprised of two narratives 鈥� one is of the 4-year hunt for Old Ben, a legendary bear walking around with bullets under its skin, old and wise and smarter than the hunters and all their dogs, until Ike, the protagonist, and the mutt Lion come along. The other one, inserted like a 30-page footnote in the middle of the hunting story, is about Ike鈥檚 heritage: his parentage and their various sins and shameful deeds and his overall legacy of the South and its burdensome history; and of the land, the earth which he tries to become worthy of by repudiating his unearned ownership of it 鈥� one forced on him and marked with dishonour.
I鈥檓 sorry to say I didn鈥檛 do the story justice. I was absent-minded, I wasn鈥檛 in it, I kept counting the pages until I would be done with it. It was only at the very end that I stopped fidgeting long enough to get into the written word a little bit and noticed how gorgeous the prose was. I imagine all the rest of it 鈥� layers, meanings, intertextual and cultural references, symbolism, etc. 鈥� flew right over my head.
What I did get by my grudging engagement with the text was that it鈥檚 not just about hunting, and not just about the obvious symbolism of the bear hunt as a passage into manhood, but also about the fading laws of the land conquered and ravaged by the white man, the weight of past sins, the struggle to remain honourable when you鈥檙e the heir and inheritor of unspeakable vileness, the long path to renouncing what you鈥檝e been taught and raised to be in order to sink back into the condition nature and God intended for you. It鈥檚 an emphatically spiritual story.
Perhaps some day, when I鈥檓 old and solitary and instead of spending all my time online I鈥檇 spend it with nature, I鈥檒l read it again and really read it that time.
In hunting and fishing culture, The Big One is honored as much as sought. If the Big One gets killed, fishing and hunting parties will be less excited. Sighting the Big One as group is good. Sighting the Big One with gun or hook at the ready, but still somehow not catching it is puzzling to the novice, such as our teenaged boy here.
All humans and their cultures are imperfect yet there is also something grand in them all. Here is the acknowledged connection being the hunter and hunted & the hunted and hunter. There is more, such as the poem and lesson the father gives the boy, but to describe in words misses the heart energy, the respect and reverence.
Conoc铆 a Faulkner en la facultad cuando curse literatura norteamericana: le铆 "Intruso en el polvo" y algunos cuentos. En ese momento me gust贸 much铆simo pero no tuve oportunidad de leer nada m谩s de 茅l. Investigando un poco -no tanto, en esta 茅poca no es demasiado dif铆cil- le铆 que Faulkner era, junto a Joyce, uno de los maestros del monologo interno y de los que llevaban al m谩ximo la cuesti贸n del "fluir de la consciencia". Con lo poco que hab铆a le铆do de Faulkner, no pod铆a afirmar esto; pero, ahora, luego de leer este relato, no me cabe ninguna duda que est谩 al mismo nivel de demencia narrativa que Joyce.
Este peque帽o relato es sublime y est谩 repleto de temas muy "faulknerianos": la posesi贸n de las tierras, las cuestiones raciales -esclavitud-, el incesto y los lazos familiares "corruptos"; todos son tem谩ticas muy propias del genio sure帽o. Todo se desarrolla en los bosques del ficticio condado de Yoknapatawpha y la historia comienza hilvan谩ndose a trav茅s del temerario, inmortal y sabio Old Ben, el oso que nunca pod铆a ser cazado; el oso inmortal. Pero esto queda casi relegado cuando llegamos al cuarto cap铆tulo, donde Faulkner muestra todo su delirio narrativo y nos empapa de sus reflexiones acerca de la posesi贸n de la tierra, Dios, los ancestros, la esclavitud y otras tantas cosas m谩s que se me perdieron en el desquiciado fluir de la consciencia. Necesitar铆a al menos una relectura del cuarto cap铆tulo para comprender muchas m谩s cosas que se me escaparon.
Leyendo este extenso relato he sufrido desagradables flash-backs de los peores momentos de 隆Absalom, Absalom!. Los primeros tres cap铆tulos los encuentro interesantes, pero tras el cuarto me parece ilegible. Es despu茅s de dejar atr谩s los hechos de la cacer铆a y centrarse en una herencia que aparece el Faulkner que prefiere aparentar grandeza por encima de escribir algo grande. A toda costa se ha de notar que est谩 haciendo algo muy, muy complicado y por eso, por capricho, las frases se extienden a lo largo de varias p谩ginas, las digresiones son abundantes, arbitrarias y aburridas y la p谩tina b铆blica del tono es de lo m谩s empachosa. No encuentro una finalidad a todo ese circo de alta literatura. Prefiero al de 'Luz de Agosto', d贸nde pone sus cualidades al servicio del relato y no al rev茅s.
Ese Faulkner abstruso y pretencioso tambi茅n aparece en la mencionada 隆Absalom, Absalom!, sin embargo, si en esa novela puede concederle el beneficio de la duda dado que pude asimilarlo a grandes rasgos, eso no ocurre en El oso, d贸nde no estoy seguro de lo que ocurre ni a qui茅n. Cuanto menos me ha sido 煤til de cara a comprender que jam谩s he de leer Desciende, Mois茅s ni ning煤n otro de sus libros con referencias b铆blicas en el t铆tulo.
Read for English Literature 101, SPU, 1980 - my first college course. I will NEVER FORGET Dr. Fanny Gates reading excerpts for the class - with her enthusiasm for this author and this particular work, her fabulous sensibility, and her amazing Deep South accent - unforgettable perfection! (I can even remember how gorgeously she enunciated the word "literature". The things we take from college - and the things we don't: I confess to recalling very little of the book!)
鈥淕o Down, Moses鈥� ad谋yla 1942鈥檇e yay谋nlanan ve birbirleriyle alakal谋 yedi hikayeden olu艧an 枚yk眉 kitab谋n谋n (roman diyenler de var) en uzun hikayesi asl谋nda 鈥淭he Bear鈥�, fakat 枚yle 眉nleniyor ve 枚v眉l眉yor ki sonralar谋 鈥榥ovella鈥� olarak tek ba艧谋na da bas谋l谋yor. Faulkner鈥櫮眓 en iyi eseri oldu臒unu iddia edenlerden tutun da ekokritik edebiyat谋n ba艧 tac谋 oldu臒unu s枚yleyenlere kadar hakk谋nda bir莽ok denen 艧ey var. 脰vg眉ye de臒er mi konu艧madan 枚nce kitapta neler oldu臒una bakarsak:
(Spoiler i莽eriyor.) En genel tabiriyle bir av-avc谋 hikayesi bu, Koca Ben isimli orman谋n en g眉莽l眉s眉 bir ay谋 var ve karakterimiz Isaac鈥檌n 10 ya艧谋ndan itibaren i莽inde bulundu臒u avc谋lar i莽in adeta bir 枚l眉m kal谋m meselesine d枚n眉艧m眉艧 durumda Koca Ben. Her y谋l谋n kas谋m ay谋nda toplan谋p ormana yaln谋zca Koca Ben鈥檌 avlamaya gidiyorlar ve bu art谋k onlar谋n dini bir rit眉eli haline gelmi艧 gibi. Kitab谋n ba艧lar谋nda Isaac ya艧谋 k眉莽眉k oldu臒u i莽in hen眉z ay谋y谋 avlamaya gidemiyor fakat geri gelmelerini beklerkenki d眉艧眉nceleri kitab谋n ana temas谋n谋 olu艧turuyor: Herkesin ay谋n谋n 枚l眉ml眉 oldu臒unu ummas谋na ra臒men i莽ten i莽e 枚l眉ms眉z oldu臒una inand谋臒谋n谋, yine ay谋y谋 枚ld眉remeden geleceklerini, zaten kimsenin bunu istemedi臒ini, ormana yaln谋zca y谋ll谋k t枚renlerini tamamlamaya gitti臒ini d眉艧眉n眉yor. Gidi艧lerini tam olarak 艧u s枚zlerle tan谋ml谋yor Isaac-Faulkner: 鈥淜oca ay谋n谋n 枚fkeli 枚l眉ms眉zl眉臒眉ne yap谋lan y谋ll谋k t枚ren-tap谋nma.鈥� Bu 艧ekilde y谋llar ge莽iyor ve Isaac bu t枚rene kat谋lacak ya艧a geliyor. Y谋llar谋n verdi臒i yaralanlamalar ve yorgunluk ile ay谋 art谋k eskisi kadar g眉莽l眉 de臒il ve ger莽ekten de bir g眉n ay谋ya bana g枚re hikayenin en 枚nemli ikinci karakteri Boon 枚ld眉r眉c眉 darbeyi vuruyor. Fakat kitab谋n 鈥渄oruk noktas谋鈥� gibi g枚z眉ken bu sahnesi hi莽 beklendi臒i gibi ger莽ekle艧miyor, sessiz ve sakince, sanki bir 艧eyler yanl谋艧m谋艧 gibi. Ard谋ndan Isaac daha da b眉y眉yor, kitab谋n sonlar谋na do臒ru b眉t眉n c眉mlelerin, eylemlerin, noktalama i艧aretlerinin kar谋艧t谋臒谋 bir b枚l眉mde kitab谋n manas谋n谋 ortaya 莽谋karan toprak ve insan d眉艧眉ncelerini okuyoruz Faulkner鈥檇an. Kitap ay谋y谋 枚ld眉ren Boon鈥檜n Isaac鈥檃 ormandaki sincaplar谋 ellememesi i莽in ba臒谋r谋艧谋yla sonlan谋yor.
Burada elbette muazzam bir alegori var. Ay谋 枚l眉ms眉z, yenilmez nitelikleriyle do臒ay谋 sembolize ediyor, avc谋lar谋m谋z ise do臒an谋n avc谋s谋 olan insanl谋臒谋. Do臒ay谋 kontrol etme iste臒i insano臒lunun, 枚yle bir hal al谋yor ki g眉d眉lerin 枚n眉ne ge莽iyor ve insan谋 kontrol etmeye ba艧l谋yor. Fakat nihayetinde bunu ba艧ard谋klar谋nda ortaya 莽谋kan sonu莽 pek de iyi olmuyor, verilen onca kay谋p ve 眉z眉nt眉ler ki艧iyi d眉艧眉ncelere sevk ediyor. Isaac burada bana g枚re bir peygamber g枚revi g枚r眉yor, her 艧eye tan谋kl谋k etmi艧, 莽谋karlar谋 ve hatalar谋 g枚rm眉艧, olgun de臒ilken ses 莽谋karamam谋艧 olanlara fakat olgunla艧t谋臒谋nda d眉艧眉ncelerini, herkese kar艧谋 olarak, ortaya koymu艧, toprak ve k枚le sahipli臒ini kesin olarak reddeden, dini simgeleyen bir karakter. 陌nsan谋 Tanr谋鈥檔谋n kendi varl谋臒谋n谋 d眉nyada temsil etsin diye yaratt谋臒谋n谋 s枚yl眉yor, topra臒a ve di臒er insanlara sahip olsun diye de臒il. Ve istemiyor ona kalan miras谋, onun istedi臒i orman谋 son bir kez g枚rmek yaln谋zca, 枚z眉r dilemek i莽in de臒il belki ama, h眉zn眉n眉 g枚stermek i莽in en az谋ndan. Fakat de臒i艧tiremiyor hi莽bir 艧eyi elbette, bunu da b眉y眉k bir ustal谋kla g枚z眉m眉ze 莽arp谋t谋yor Faulkner Boon karakteri ile. Hani 艧u ay谋y谋 枚ld眉ren, do臒ay谋 kontrol etmeyi ba艧aranlar var ya! Bir kere alm谋艧 bunun tad谋n谋, g枚z眉 d枚nm眉艧 bu noktadan sonra, Isaac鈥檃 ba臒谋r谋yor, defolmas谋n谋 s枚yl眉yor bu ormandan: 鈥淏irine bile dokunamazs谋n! Benim onlar!鈥� (Spoiler bitiyor.)
Tan谋mlamam gerekirse bu kitab谋, 鈥榞眉zel bir sanat eseri鈥� derim. Sade, 莽arp谋c谋, binlerce sayfal谋k kitaplara e艧de臒er ve olmas谋 gerekti臒i kadar zor ve en 枚nemlisi kitaplar谋n b眉y眉k 莽o臒unlu臒unun aksine bir sanat eseri. Faulkner鈥檃 艧apka 莽谋karmak gerekiyor ger莽ekten. 陌yinin k枚t眉n眉n d谋艧谋nda, edebiyat nas谋l yap谋l谋r g枚steriyor herkese.
Skimmed in 2 days for the class discussion, did a close read to write the essay and wow Faulkner, I was not familiar with your game! The antithesis of every other coming-of-age story. Prompts a lot of good questions about man鈥檚 relationship with physical and human nature in the setting of 1880s deep South. For further complexity, analyze through the lens of race and the color line like I鈥檓 currently trying to do (writing this review to avoid drafting my essay outline on this)
this story remind me "the old man and the sea" in both stories there is a goal. in this story different people are united for one reason. we feel life and nature from this story and I think one of the idea is eternity as well, when at the end of the story it is said that Seam and Loma are not dead, they lived in nature in leaves and so on
"脡l us贸 la sangre que hab铆a llevado el mal para destruir el mal; lo mismo que los m茅dicos provocaron la fiebre para quitar la fiebre ,el veneno para matar el veneno"
Para nada relato corto (como cre铆 en un principio) y s铆 denso, inescrutable, complejo y desalentador de ser seguido... No sabiendo a qu茅 vida est谩 narrando ni qui茅n es abuelo, padre o hermano de qu茅 McCaslin ni si es siquiera ya McCaslin; muchas veces tambi茅n insinuando lo que a un personaje le ocurre (pero a saber si le ocurre eso y no otra cosa o si le ocurre acaso 1/3 de lo que t煤 te imaginas que le pasa...). No obstante, me ha encantado el estilo de narrar, la forma de expresar.
Sinceramente, no habr铆a le铆do este libro jam谩s de haber sabido la complejidad del cap铆tulo 4, en concreto (parad贸jicamente, el cap铆tulo que contiene frases que me han encantado) y de todo el libro en general. Y al mismo tiempo me enganchaba, ha sido raro.
Faulkner se pierde en contar los lazos familiares inentendibles (al menos para m铆, aunque lo hubiera releido 8 veces...) y adem谩s te los cuenta en el cap铆tulo 4 (por qu茅, no lo s茅) y no en el 1 (donde ah铆 te habla del oso, que se supone que es como el colof贸n de la historia, su final y met谩fora); de modo que para m铆 ha sido como empezar un poco una peli por la mitad y llegar al final y luego terminarla por el principio, pero eso ha sido lo de menos.
Lo de m谩s, las horas invertidas en el fkngrelato corto :)
Y al menos merece un poco la pena, en menos de un 50% por frases como...
*Y sabiendo todo lo que hab铆a que saber sobre la guerra excepto el machacamiento y su brutal estupidez... *Esta hablando de la verdad. La verdad es una. No cambia. Abarca todas las cosas del coraz贸n: honor y orgullo y piedad y justicia y valor y amor [...] Todo trata del coraz贸n, y lo que el coraz贸n mantiene se convierte en verdad, seg煤n lo que conocemos por verdad. *Podr铆a decir que no s茅 por qu茅 debo hacerlo pero que s茅 que tengo que hacerlo porque debo vivir conmigo durante el resto de mi vida y todo lo que quiero es vivir en paz. *Que si la verdad es una cosa para m铆 y otra para ti, 驴c贸mo haremos para elegir lo que es la verdad? T煤 no necesitas elegir. El coraz贸n ya lo sabe. *[...] y ellos poseer铆an durante su breve momento aquella breve e inconsciente felicidad que por su misma naturaleza no puede durar y que por esto es felicidad. *[...] no sujetados en la tierra, hoja y rama y part铆cula, aire y sol y lluvia y roc铆o y noche, bellota y hoja y bellota de nuevo, oscuridad y amanecer y oscuridad y amanecer de nuevo en su constante sucesi贸n [...] luego el largo desaf铆o y la larga caza, ning煤n coraz贸n para ser forzado y maltratado, ninguna carne para ser macerada y herida.
La narrativa de Faulkner es exquisita y el uso de los recursos literarios impecable. Su prosa es abrumadoramente compleja aunque su estilo es po茅tico y conmovedor. Es uno de esos autores que ganan en voz alta. A pesar de ello (o a su causa) la profundidad de su historia me ha resultado inalcanzable en un momento en el que necesitaba leer (como anuncia su sinopsis) un relato corto (nada m谩s lejos de la realidad). Ans铆o encontrarme de nuevo con este autor en otro momento y con otras de sus obras.
Faulkner鈥檚 short novel begins with a bear hunt and expands into much wider areas of human activity The book breaks into two parts; the first covers the 10 to 16 year old life of a boy, Isaac McCaslin who goes on hunts for a huge bear, called Old Ben who roams the area. The bear is cunning and seems invincible to attempts to corner and shoot him. The second part explores the feelings of a mature McCaslin after the bear is finally killed.
For the young Isaac, the ongoing pursuit of the bear instills in him a knowledge and a kind of salute to the bear and the wilderness that it inhabits. When the hunters drink the evening before a hunt for Old Ben, it鈥檚 as if they were imbibing 鈥渟ome condensation of the wild immortal spirit. . . hope of acquiring the virtues of cunning and strength and speed鈥� that the bear possessed, and at one point Isaac felt he was witnessing his own symbolic birth in an unconscious imitation of the traits of the bear. He is mentored in this activity by an wise old Indian, Sam Fathers.
The bear is finally run down and killed, and it鈥檚 the end of Isaac鈥檚 youth. Much later in the story, Isaac's father reads to him Keats鈥� 鈥淥de on a Grecian Urn鈥� with these words emphasized, 听"She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, / For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair."听 Even though Keats鈥� poem is about a woman, it seems applicable to what the bear represented to McCaslin. It is the force of nature, powerful and everlasting.听 听Neither the boy, nor the hunters, nor the Indian Sam Father are as capable as the immensity and force of nature.听 McCaslin understands this and when his father reads Keats to him, the bear, as a force of nature becomes beauty and truth.
The strength of the novel is that he specific hunting of an animal grows into a metaphor for an ideal life, one that never materialized.听 听There is a long historical account about the land originally being sold by the Indians to Isaac's grandparents. The land should have remained free but the Indians were听 tricked and seduced by money.听 The听 notion of "owning" something spread from land to human beings and slavery became accepted.听 Isaac resisted all听 of this听 as much as he could, but in the end the is a voice crying in the wilderness, and the refusal of the South to give up its corrupted values (property and slaves) led to the tragedy of the Civil War.
As the novel ends, the woods, once Old Ben's domain is being logged and cleaned, and when Isaac goes there, he finds a mad old man with a broken gun trying to hunt squirrels. A long way from the beginning noble hunt for the bear.
Se supone que la cacer铆a del oso "Old Ben" viene a ser el objetivo principal de la novela. Y en ese aspecto, el autor nos demuestra todas sus habilidades en la primera mitad del libro. El problema viene por si concluyes el objetivo del libro a la mitad, desanimas al lector a seguir leyendo. M谩s a煤n cuando te dedicas a narrar las historias personales de los cazadores que poco o nada interesan. Aunque al final, agregas con calzador la cacer铆a de un "nuevo" oso joven, parece tan forzada que no se justifica. Si la intenci贸n de Faulkner era contar la vida de los cazadores debi贸 hacerla en la primera parte. Y en todo caso, que la supuesta cacer铆a exitosa del oso "Old Ben", no fuera as铆. De manera que reci茅n al final, resulte que el oso a煤n estaba vivo y coleando. Por tales razones, esta novela se me atraganta despu茅s de la muerte del oso.
Bueno, estoy un poco sin palabras. No estaba disponible en audio, as铆 que hice que Fernando me lo leyera, aun as铆, una preciosidad de lectura.
Est谩 TAN BIEN escrito este peque帽o relato que nada m谩s empezar quieres que no se acabe nunca y llegar al final en tres segundo.
Aqu铆 no hay una forma dif铆cil de escribir, ni nada que no se entienda, s铆 que hay mucha informaci贸n muy destilada y condensada. La b煤squeda de un animal ancestral que vive en un mundo quelos hombres (sin nombre) est谩n cercenando y que se convierte en la verdad.
Una dimensi贸n de La Verdad que casi no me cabe dentro, que creo que pocas veces he entendido tan bien como en este cuento.