Águilas y cuervos

by Pauline Gedge

Tras la conquista del emperador Claudio en el siglo I, las tribus celtas de Albión ven cómo la pax romana los despoja de sus tierras e intenta acabar con una antigua cultura cuyos rituales y ofrendas desagradan al invasor.
Los britanos, pueblo de artesanos y guerreros donde las mujeres combaten igual que los hombres y el honor representa el máximo valor, comprenden que solo la unidad les permitirá oponerse a la todopoderosa águila romana. Liderados por Caradoc, jefe de los catuvelaunos, y con el apoyo de los druidas, custodios de la sabiduría secreta, los cuervos celtas se repliegan al oeste para iniciar la resistencia. Pero el orgullo y la pasión de los individuos inciden, una vez más, en el curso de la Historia…
La lucha de Caradoc se perpetuará en la persona de Boudica, reina de los icenos, que se enfrentará al brillante general romano Suetonio Paulino.
En esta saga, que abarca tres generaciones, la escritora canadiense Pauline Gedge, autora, entre otras, de La dama del Nilo, ha plasmado con su habitual rigor una página apasionante de la historia de la dominación romana.

1119 pages, Kindle Edition

Published November 23, 2015

About the author

I was born in Auckland, New Zealand, on December 11, 1945, the first of three girls. Six years later my family emigrated to England where my father, an ex-policeman, wanted to study for the Anglican ministry. We lived in an ancient and very dilapidated cottage in the heart of the English Buckinghamshire woodland, and later in a small village in Oxfordshire called Great Haseley. I grew up surrounded by countryside that I observed, played in, and grew to know and love passionately, and I wrote lyrically of its many moods.

My father had his first parish in Oxford, so in 1956, having passed the eleven-plus exam, a torture now fortunately defunct, I attended what was then the Oxford Central School for Girls. I was a very good student in everything but mathematics. Any academic discipline that is expressed and interpreted through words I could conquer, but math was bewildering and foreign, a maze of numbers and ridiculous symbols with which I had nothing in common. I liked chemistry, because I was allowed to play with pretty crystals and chemicals that behaved as if they had magic in them. I studied the violin, an instrument I struggled over and gave up after two years, and the piano, which I enjoyed and continue to play, along with the recorders. Music has always been important to me.

Then in 1959 my father accepted a parish in Virden, Manitoba, and the family left for Canada. After three months at the local high school, I was sent to a boarding school in Saskatchewan. It was the most dehumanizing, miserable experience of my life. In 1961 I began one inglorious year at the University of Manitoba’s Brandon College. I did not work very hard, and just before final exams I was told that my sister Anne was dying. I lost all interest in passing.

Anne wanted to die in the country where she was born, so we all returned to New Zealand. She died a month after our arrival, and is buried in Auckland. The rest of us moved down to the tip of the South Island where my father had taken the parish of Riverton. For a year I worked as a substitute teacher in three rural schools. In ’64 I attended the Teachers’ Training College in Dunedin, South Island, where my writing output became prolific but again my studies suffered. I did not particularly want to be a teacher. All I wanted to do was stay home and read and write. I was eighteen, bored and restless. I met my first husband there.

In 1966 I married and returned to Canada, this time to Alberta, with my husband and my family. I found work at a day care in Edmonton. My husband and I returned to England the next year, and my first son, Simon, was born there in January ’68. In 1969 we came back to Edmonton, and my second son was born there in December 1970.

By 1972 I was divorced, and I moved east of Edmonton to the village of Edgerton. I wrote my first novel and entered it in the Alberta Search-for-a-New-Novelist Competition. It took fourth place out of ninety-eight entries, and though it received no prize, the comments from the judges and my family encouraged me to try again. The next year I entered my second attempt, a bad novel that sank out of sight. Finally in 1975 I wrote and submitted Child of the Morning, the story of Hatshepsut, an 18th Dynasty Egyptian pharaoh, which won the competition. With it came a publishing deal with Macmillan of Canada and the rest, as they say, is history.

Reviews

[Cuchi · Rating 5 out of 5]

Me ha encantado

[Fausto · Rating 3 out of 5]

Una buena descripción de la conquista romana final a Britania y de las continuas rebeliones que se sucedieron.