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clear, accurate, and readable text. All editions are complete and unabridged, and feature Introductions and Afterwords.This edition of The Red Badge of Courage includes an Introduction, Biographical Note, and Afterword by Joe Haldeman.Henry Fleming had no idea how horrible war really was. Attacks come from all sides, bullets fly, bombs crash. Men everywhere are wounded, bleeding, and dying. Now, Henry's fighting for his life and he's scared.He must make a decision, perhaps the most difficult decision he will ever make in his life: save himself-run from the enemy and desert his friends-or fight, be brave, and risk his life.If he stays to fight, he may die with his regiment. If he runs, he'll have to live with knowing he was a coward. Can Henry find the strength within himself to earn his red badge of courage?
Un libro che va sicuramente contestualizzato per capirne meglio l'importanza ma che purtroppo mi ha lasciato veramente poco. Lo stile scarno e lineare descrive l'orrore della guerra, senza retorica e smascherando i toni eroici tipici della
..." propaganda. Il protagonista oscilla tra slanci arditi e terrore, tra risentimento verso compagni e ufficiali e momenti di cameratismo. L'intento dell'autore è chiaro ed efficace ma è proprio la narrazione che risulta ripetitiva e alla lunga noiosa, trovo molta più disperazione e condanna nei war poets novecenteschi (Wilfred Owen, Siegfried Sassoon, Isaac Rosenberg...). La buona analisi psicologica del protagonista Henry Fleming è praticamente l'unico aspetto coinvolgente, oltre ad essere quello principale, ma non basta a rendere interessante tutto il breve romanzo.
Break of Day in the Trenches (Isaac Rosenbeg)
The darkness crumbles away
It is the same old druid Time as ever,
Only a live thing leaps my hand,
A queer sardonic rat,
As I pull the parapet's poppy
To stick behind my ear.
Droll rat, they would shoot you if they knew
Your cosmopolitan sympathies,
Now you have touched this English hand
You will do the same to a German
Soon, no doubt, if it be your pleasure
To cross the sleeping green between.
It seems you inwardly grin as you pass
Strong eyes, fine limbs, haughty athletes,
Less chanced than you for life,
Bonds to the whims of murder,
Sprawled in the bowels of the earth,
The torn fields of France.
What do you see in our eyes
At the shrieking iron and flame
Hurled through still heavens?
What quaver -what heart aghast?
Poppies whose roots are in men's veins
Drop, and are ever dropping;
But mine in my ear is safe,
Just a little white with the dust.
Read an earlier edition of this quite remarkable book. Stephen was 28 years of age when he died. What might he have achieved if he'd lived to old age! The battlefield scenes are superb. But like all battles where men kill and are killed, where acts
..." of heroism take place in titanic life and death struggles, and the blood runs deep - away from the battlefield the sun still shines and people carry on with their lives as if nothing unusual is happening. Do those people really care?Continua...Nascondi