دورهای بود که همهی غرب میانهی آمریکا لحظهشماری میکرد ببیند بعد چه میشود. کشور را پاکسازی کرده و سرخپوستها را فرستاده بودند جای پرتی که کترهای اسمش را گذاشته بودند غرب. جنگ داخلی را هم برده بودند و دیگر مسئلهی ملی مهمی نمانده بود که توی زندگیشان تاثیر بگذارد. حالا به فکر رفته بودند و توی کوچه و بازار صحبت از روح انسان و عاقبت کارش میکردند؛
Often autobiographical, works of American writer Sherwood Anderson include Winesburg, Ohio (1919).
He supported his family and consequently never finished high school. He successfully managed a paint factory in Elyria before 1912 and fathered three children with the first of his four wives. In 1912, Anderson deserted his family and job.
In early 1913, he moved to Chicago, where he devoted more time to his imagination. He broke with considered materialism and convention to commit to art as a consequently heroic model for youth.
Most important book collects 22 stories. The stories explore the inhabitants of a fictional version of Clyde, the small farm town, where Anderson lived for twelve early years. These tales made a significant break with the traditional short story. Instead of emphasizing plot and action, Anderson used a simple, precise, unsentimental style to reveal the frustration, loneliness, and longing in the lives of his characters. The narrowness of Midwestern small-town life and their own limitations stunt these characters.
Despite no wholly successful novel, Anderson composed several classic short stories. He influenced Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald and the coming generation.
Si han leído Winesburg, Ohio y les ha gustado, disfrutarán también de este libro (puede que un pelín menos o puede que dos pelines menos, pero no más pelines).
Tiene los mismo ingredientes que aquellos cuentos: un lenguaje sensible y sencillo, tanto que a veces parece ingenuo; ese mundo rural de principios de siglo que el autor trata con una profunda melancolía; personajes con historias aparentemente insignificantes, con problemas triviales, que intentan salir de sí mismos o del estrecho mundo en el que viven o que no se les escape todo aquello que ha definido y determinado sus vidas; narraciones cotidianas que tienen dentro otras historias en las que todos podemos vernos reflejados porque tocan temas eternos; en fin, la vida misma.
Todo ello enmarcado en una época de cambios sociales, políticos y económicos que van a cambiar por completo el ritmo de vida de las personas, el modo en el que se relacionan, las pautas de comportamiento entre hombre y mujer, entre patrón y empleado, toda una forma de entender la vida.
P.D. Me encanta la edición de Barataria, el formato, el papel, el tipo y tamaño de la letra, la portada... lástima de las decenas de errores tipográficos que tiene.
It seems everything I've read about Sherwood Anderson rates Winesburg, Ohio as Anderson's best work, but I like Poor White better. Like Winesburg, the plot is strongly rooted in the internal struggles of the characters. While Winesburg is a series of character studies, Poor White takes us along on the journey of Hugh McVey as he grows from a dazed social outcast to an unwitting mover and shaker of commerce, from the 1890s into the 20th century. Like life 100 or so years ago, the story moves along at a slow pace, but every bit of time I spent reading it felt like time I was unplugged or off the grid. And yet, I could sense the modern world looming over the characters, and I wondered who would be liberated and who would be crushed. Period novel (1920), very enriching read.
An ambitious book that bored me for much ot its length. This book's intent was telling the tale of the impacts of the Industrial Revolution on small-town America as well as telling the personal tale of some of those involved. But the book got bogged down (in parts) by the boring telling of the story of the lead character (Hugh McVey). The character never really progressed (throughout the book), but worst of all he never really got interesting. He took long walks and brooded about how he didn't fit in with society. And he did this a lot. Brooding can be interesting if it is varied and insightful, but it can be really BORING if it is the same thoughts over and over. Hey, the main character was a great inventor, but the author never really showed the excitement of this aspect of the main character's life. The secondary main character (Clara) also lead a life of 'quiet desperation', but at least her thoughts (as one-sided as they were) were sometimes interesting. Her portions of the book were the most interesting to me.
As far as the Industrial Revolution goes, this book IS IMO too one-sided to be very impactful. The author is preaching to the choir (with me) when he criticizes the results of business ambitions. But I lost interest in the author's heavy-handed and one-sided railing against businessmen. I don't buy that things were all idyllic and thoughtful in America before the Industrial Revolution came along to make everything about money and 'progress'. I don't buy that things were so great (and spiritual and personal) when people worked long days in the fields. There is some truth in the author's railing against the Industrial Revolution, but the author shows no balance whatsoever in his observations.
I liked Winesburg Ohio (the collection of short stories written earlier by this same author) a whole lot. And this book contains that book's sensitivity to social awkwardness and inner purposelessness, but takes the 'negativity' to a whole new level. And it involves the abovementioned social commentary (whereas Winesburg is more personal). It is like the author's world view got a lot bleaker after he wrote Winesburg. Bleak can be OK, but not when it is this one-sided and disinteresting(one-dimensional).
Il Povero bianco è la storia di un ragazzo del Profondo Sud che nasce miserabile e selvaggio ma, imprevedibilmente, con le sue sole forze, diventa qualcuno. Al tempo stesso è la storia di una cittadina dell’Ohio, Bidwell, non dissimile da quell’altra, Winesburg; cittadina che si trasforma, nell’arco della narrazione, da centro agricolo dove i braccianti si sfiancano su cavoli e lamponi a una moderna città industriale. Questo romanzo di Anderson mi ha ricordato tante cose. Ricorda Theodore Dreiser per l’ampiezza della visuale storica, la scelta di descrivere un’intera epoca mediante le vicende di alcuni personaggi emblematici (qui, la industrializzazione degli USA 1870-1900, dalle prime fabbriche alle prime proteste operaie). Ricorda Sinclair Lewis per la serie di ritratti di uomini al lavoro, di piccoli industriali, affaristi, intermediari, faccendieri, di ogni strato sociale, tutti irrequieti e insoddisfatti, tutti occupati ad arrampicarsi; il mito dei finanzieri e dei capitani d’industria, e quella smania di crescita, di novità, di arricchimento che è da sempre così tipica della mentalità americana. Ricorda Steinbeck per il modo intimo e confidenziale di raccontare i personaggi, con tutto il loro bagaglio, dall’infanzia alla maturità, eppure soffermandosi, senza fretta, sui loro pensieri, le loro ansie e paure, fino a farceli sentire. Ma quello che caratterizza Anderson è soprattutto la straordinaria maestà dello stile, quella che appena leggi le prime righe ti fa raddrizzare la schiena e pensare: ohibò!, qui siamo in presenza di qualcosa di grande; questa è Letteratura: attenzione. Rileggere. Riflettere. Assaporare. La scrittura di un vero maestro, fatta di una finezza speciale nel descrivere i sentimenti dei protagonisti, Hugh, Clara, Kate, Steve, Rose, Tom, la loro solitudine, la loro eterna ricerca d’amore, d’amicizia, di rispetto. Le illusioni, le ambizioni, le nostalgie. Sempre pacato, sempre paziente, sempre saggio (ci sono, devo dirlo, anche alcune pagine noiose): di una saggezza quasi tolstoiana. Forse Sherwood Anderson è ancora più bravo nei racconti; comunque sia, non so davvero spiegarmi perché non abbia il podio che gli compete tra Steinbeck e Faulkner.
His style is so unsettling to me. It’s so odd in the sense that everything’s so NORMAL to the point of extreme sleepiness of descriptive prose and top-level dialogue and clearly arranged chronology and blandish development but still, this banal scene and the faintest glimmer in each otherwise matte eye, is always infused with a sense of extreme anxiety that is definitively sticky and macabre. He should’ve tried his hand at horror. In Winesburg, Ohio (which is far more interesting to read in my opinion), he lets the rancid subtext float a lot more. Here you can’t find it much within the middle American industrialization tale, but everything feels like…a landscape surreptitiously painted in feces. Yeah, there’s a G-rated lesbian bit and some clean, brisk violence, but nothing at all to reveal that it's actually some coded creepy-alien message...to his planet....to molest earth children. Or anything like that. So mostly it's pretty boring.
I can understand most readers' criticism of this book. But it's Sherwood Anderson and he's got much to say. He has left his writing as the definitive stamp for the Midwest (and into Appalachia and other regions), for the turn of the century, and for modern America and the new industrialism. He's the one who puts things in its proper perspective and sees a bit further. He's the one who felt it so much he just got up and walked into the cornfields. I wish he could have walked another hundred years. Throughout a text that might be criticized as simple, prosaic, and even disjointed, there are scattered some miraculous kernels of insight, beauty, and that lonely, lonely feeling of our age.
One of the greatest American authors of all time. He is a master story teller of an era that will never come again. His character descriptions of their thoughts and feelings and everyday fears is masterful.
Sherwood Anderson is best known for WINESBURG, OHIO. POOR WHITE is another tale set in Ohio in a small town called Bidwell. The most fascinating thing about Anderson's writing is that it is so quiet. The story is simply told and yet there is an underlying current of electricity. I have no doubt that many people would find the book boring because what happens is very little and yet is monumental in the lives of the people within the story. Here is the story of industrialization through a small towns's frame of reference. Here is a story of a man that pulled himself up to become more than his father because one woman took the time to teach him the value of working hard and learning. Anderson's language is clear and beautiful in description and spare in style. I will happily get more books by Anderson to take my time to read -- because reading it slow is like savoring a ten-course meal and although you cannot wait to get to the rich chocolate dessert -- all the other courses are so good, you don't want to stop eating them either.
Enjoyed reading "Winesburg, Ohio" but this one not so much. I kept thinking that McVey's internal monologues could have been edited to one page. I did come away from the book with lines worth quoting about how America created/started its myth of greatness: "In a sweeter age many of these young men might have become artists, but they had not been strong enough to stand against the growing strength of dollars. They had instead become newspaper correspondents and secretaries to politicians. All day and every day they used their minds and their talents as writers in the making of puffs and the creating of myths concerning the men by whom they were employed."
Es un libro entretenido. Una imagen cruda del impacto de la industralización en el campo, de la transformación de la vida rural a la vida urbana y de la crueldad que emerge con el dinero, el egoísmo y la avaricia. Hay unos pasajes en el libro que evocan profunda belleza y , como otros escritores de su generación, logra envolver al lector en el mundo que ha construido. Sin embargo, hay algunos pasajes que se antojan innecesarios lo cual, bajo ningún motivo, quita atractivo a la obra.
Recomendado para personas que busquen lecturas similares a John Dos Passos y , en menor medida, a William Faulkner.
Sherwood Anderson es la puerta y la bienvenida a la generación perdida.
Debo admitir que cuando adquirí esta novela lo hice más por el hecho de que estaba a muy buen precio; sin embargo me alegra haberlo hecho puesto que me encontré con una historia que no solo es bella sino que te pone a pensar. La historia del señor McVey no es distinta de muchos que, al igual que este personaje, no encuentran un lugar en el mundo, pero la forma como Sherwood Anderson lo ubica dentro del proceso de industrialización y "progreso" de Norteamérica, es admirable. Ahora bien, hay ciertas partes que se tornan extensas y en ocasiones innecesarias pero no por ello considero justo otorgarle menos de 5 estrellas. Muy recomendado y espero ansioso leer más de este gran señor.
Where Sherwood Anderson succeeds is in his ability to raise the every day normal experience to a place of beauty. He doesn't in the way some authors do by relying on magical realism. Through his simple approach to writing and his ability to root out truths that are nearly almost always relevant if not often realized till Anderson points it out. Anderson is not necessarily an author for the current generation that has grown accustomed to wild twists and turns in story. What Anderson does is tell the stories about people the way they happen in real life imparting truth.
یادم هست موقع خواندن «رگتایم» (1975) به این فکر میکردم که دکتروف چگونه چنین داستان پهندامنهای را خلق و نواها و آواهای مختلف را همچون نتهای موسیقی کنار هم قرار داده است. بعدها به تریلوژی «یو اس ای» (دهه1930) جان دوسپاسوس برخوردم و متوجه شدم رگتایم روی دوش چه اثر سترگی ایستاده است. این البته به هیچ عنوان ارزش اثر دکتروف را کم نمیکند. با خواندن «سفید بینوا» (1920) به همین ترتیب (البته نه به همان نسبت) کاملاً متوجه تأثیری که اندرسون بر روی دوسپاسوس گذاشته است میشویم. اینجا هم با یک داستان پهندامنه مواجه هستیم که از کنار هم قرار گرفتن شخصیتهای مختلف و خردهداستانهایشان، روایتی از جامعه آمریکا در اواخر قرن نوزدهم شکل میگیرد؛ زمانهای که در سراسر کشور جنبوجوشی در جهت حرکت از یک جامعه کشاوری به سمت یک جامعه صنعتی قابل مشاهده است. «هیو مکوی» شخصیت اصلی داستان، در حاشیه شهرکی کوچک در ایالت میسوری به دنیا میآید. خیلی زود مادرش از دنیا میرود و با پدرش که مردی الکلی است در یک آلونک بزرگ میشود. در چهاردهسالگی و درست در زمانی که آماده سقوط به سبک زندگی مشابه پدرش است با ورود خط آهن به شهرک و تأسیس ایستگاه قطار، به عنوان وردست رئیس ایستگاه مشغول به کار میشود. همسر رئیس (سارا شپارد) که فرزندی ندارد آموزش و تربیت هیو را به عهده میگیرد. سارا شپارد امثال پدر هیو را که تنبل و بیعار هستند «سفید بینوا» خطاب میکند. او که دختر یک مزرعهدار است (از نسل پیشاهنگانی که اولین مزارع را در نقاط مختلف آمریکا دایر کردند) کار یدی و تحرک را نشانه سلامت میداند و همواره به هیو تذکر میدهد که برای درجا نزدن و تبدیل نشدن به یک سفید بینوا میبایست با تمایلات درونی خودش (از جمله سکون و خیالبافی) مبارزه کند. هیو با عنایت به این توصیهها در اوایل جوانی از شهر زادگاهش خارج میشود. او که در زمینه ارتباط با دیگران (علیالخصوص جنس مخالف) دچار اشکال است دوست دارد خودش را به جایی برساند که این مشکل درونی، ناگهان از بیرون مرتفع شود! او کارهای مختلفی در مزارع و ایستگاههای راهآهن به عهده میگیرد اما خیلی زود با جنبوجوشی که در سراسر ایالات متحده در جریان است همراه میشود و اتفاقاً از قوه تخیلش بهره برده و ... فرصتها: الف) آشنا شدن با تصویری گویا از طلوع و بالا آمدن خورشیدِ تکنولوژی در آمریکا در قالب یک داستان و همراه شدن با شخصیتهایی که در دوران انتقال از یک جامعه کشاورزی به یک جامعه صنعتی نقش داشتهاند. ب) آشنا شدن با یکی از نقدهای متقدم بر فرایند صنعتی شدنِ شتابان و قدرت گرفتنِ فزایندهی «سرمایه» و اثراتی که این دو بر جامعه گذاشته و خواهند گذاشت. در ادامه مطلب بیشتر به این مقولات خواهم پرداخت. https://hosseinkarlos.blogsky.com/139...
Passionate criticism of the industrial age and capitalism that was satisfying but romanticized times of manual labor a little too much. Some surprising lesbian moments and complex women characters, which was refreshing for a book from the 20s (written by a man). Interesting and more compelling than I thought it was going to be. Weird narrative structure and slight lack of nuance leads me to give this one a 3
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
t saddens me to say that I was, once again, disappointed with an admired author’s work. Poor White felt like it was trying much too hard to be a work of historical fiction, and in doing so, had this reader losing interest. I have read many great books within this category, however, this was not one of them.
Anderson’s commentary on the burgeoning Industrial Revolution during the early 20th century reads at times like a scholarly work, rather than a piece of fiction, and has an academically dry tone.
Born in 1866, Hugh McVey lives with his widowed drunkard of a father who leaves his young son without food or shelter while he disappears on drinking sprees. Hugh longs for human connection, but seems destined to live without it. He is taken in by a family for a few years who provide some education and stability, but they relocate and inexplicably, do not ask him to join them. With no expectation of success, the 6′ 4″ loner ventures forth and somehow manages to become a successful inventor of agricultural machines. This was a character I wanted to cheer for, but just didn’t care about in the end.
The woman who takes Hugh into her home, Sara Shepard, is taciturn and shows little affection towards Hugh although she cares for him deeply. She puts all her efforts into educating him and plans daily lessons for him that prove successful. When she and her husband decide to move, they leave abruptly and for some obscure reason, no invitations is extended to Hugh.
Clara Butterworth, another unsympathetic character, was the suffragette figure. Oppressed and reviled by her widowed father, she is sent off to college, not for an education, but for a prospective spouse and to take her away from her father’s home. Sure wish I could have something positive to say with regards to this character, but words fail me.
Quotes:
All men lead their lives behind a wall of misunderstanding they themselves have built, and most men die in silence and unnoticed behind the walls.
No discussion around Poor White would enter my conversation with Mr. Anderson and I would intentionally focus on Winesburg, Ohio. We could sip Martinis sans the speared olive and perhaps he’d share his methodology or some other significant writing tips.
Hugh McVey, a poor white boy, born in 1866 in Mudcat Landing, Missouri, was raised by his drunkard father. At age ten, he was taken in by the local station master, Henry Shepard and his wife, Sarah. She told him, " I've made up my mind to take you for my own boy and I don't want to be ashamed of you." She became his school teacher, kept him away from the citizens of the backwater town, and helped him get over his inherited laziness. He lived with the Shepards until he was nineteen when they moved to a farm Sarah inherited in Michigan. Hugh took over the station master's job when the Shepherd's left and kept the job until for about a year when his father was killed in a quarrel over a dog. He decided to head east, but not too far telling himself, "I'll go into the northern part of Indiana or Ohio where there must be beautiful towns." He wandered from town to town for three years working various jobs, looking for companionship, struggling to keep his mind from becoming idle, and fixing it on definite things. He settled near Bidwill, Ohio, where he became the telegraph operator at the Pickleville railroad station. Hugh seemed to be (and actually was) a lonely man with few social skills. Some of the city fathers of Bidwell thought he was working on inventions and his telegraph operator's job was only a bluff. Steve Hunter, the son of the Bidwell jeweler, decided to invest money in one of these inventions and start a factory even though he did not know if Hugh was an inventor or not. Hunter approached Hugh and to his relief found that Hugh was indeed working on a cabbage setting machine. "Steve Hunter thought, "Now I must make a proposal he can't refuse. I mustn't leave until I've made a deal with him." A deal was made and the rest of the book was a well written story of failure, success, love, greed, and mis-communication (though not necessarily in this order) as America moved from an agricultural to an industrial society.
I had mixed feelings about this. It featured Anderson's characteristic patchwork of character sketches, a sort of pre-Kundera ability to show events from myriad points of view and demonstrating that many conflicts result from different motivations and perceptions regarding the same incidents. He sought to portray the growth of America through the microcosm of a small American city, from agriculture and artisanal crafts such as smithing and harness-making through small-scale industrialization, automation and wage labor. Hugh is his socially awkward but fundamentally good protagonist, moving the town and America forward with his inventions but inadvertently sowing dissension among his peers, who are awed by and a little angry at him. Clara is his love interest, a proto-feminist trying to make peace with the expectations her dad levels on her. Her father and his cronies are perhaps the foremost beneficiaries of Hugh's genius and the changes he helps bring about; their scheming and striving manages to be both useful and ugly. The harness-maker, Joe, manages to benefit from the changes and still feels repulsed and cheated by them. Anderson is heavy-handed with his symbolism. The work is sort of a disjointed Horatio Alger tale, and it does capture to an extent the zeitgeist of an era, but it was neither his best work nor the best such attempt to paint that portrait.
First published in 1920, it seems dated today, and I found that even if I flipped the pages from time to time I wouldn't lose any of the story line. Its about a young man who is urged by parent-like figures to work hard and treat life seriously. He subsequently leaves a job at a railroad station, as he has become successful as an inventor of labor-saving farm machinery. Somewhat introverted, that life takes over to the detriment of relationships of any kind until he meets a young woman on the rebound, and even after marrying her needs almost a week before he dares to become intimate with her. Even after they've had a child with another on the way, they scarcely know each other until - near the end of the book - she develops a maternal instinct toward him and he succumbs. Though it's touted as a description of the burgeoning of the middle west as industrialization occurs, it's very simply written, and I could couldn't wait to get back to Charlotte Bronte's "Villette" where I have to keep a finger at the footnote page, as I refer to them so often.
Sherwood Anderson pulls it off. It's definitely an imperfect novel. There are moments when he seems to want it to be Bigger than what it is followed by moments in which he focuses in on one emotion, and the two moves aren't quite reconciled. That said, Anderson is very perceptive of the multifaceted and often-overlapping pulls of progress and nostalgia - the human experience of the modernization process - which makes for the novel's greatest strength. You get the feeling here that Anderson, as an impressionist of sorts best suited to the portraits and epiphanies of shorter forms, is bumping up against his maximum length. In some ways it's a strength, as you get a certain feel for the community involved, which he deftly allows to slip as that community burgeons into urbanity beyond the intimacy of its original smallness. It becomes a liability, however, as half of the transformation Anderson seeks to depict takes place in this much larger sphere, after all. It's not great, but it's rather good.
If you like a story that talks about a town and everybody in it--the strange guy out at the telegraph office, the huckster that schemes for wealth as he piggybacks onto somebody else's idea, the oldsters who can't stand change and the young folks who swirl with the ambitions of their age, you would probably like Poor White. Set in fictional Bidwell, Ohio, just as the machine age ushers in, it portrays a vigorous, hopeful time that I'm kind of sorry I missed.
The author, though, regretted the coming of the machines. His "most sensual" passages (according to reviewers) lament the passing of a bucolic age. Yes, I might like to have seen farm towns when they were full of people. These days, they're shells of their former selves.
Anderson is, no doubt, one of the most important American writers. It's true that he excels at short-format writing, such as those examples compiled Winesburg, Ohio. This attempt at a longer work, while it has its flashes of inspiration, does tend to meander. If you intend to only read one book by Anderson, Winesburg must be it, but if you're a huge fan, Poor White will give you more of a nuanced fix and an extended peek into the writer's view of his subject matter.
This book reminded me of the grapes of wrath...like it could be a midwestern prequel to that. It's about a socially awkward, isolated guy who has a gift with math and mechanical reckoning...which shows that our progress from agriculturalism to industrialism was headed by unnatural, isolated people who put all of their energy into their work. It's also just about social isolation in general, as anderson's main theme...people's innability to communicate and resist loneliness. Then there's the whole element of adapting from agriculture to industry, on the scale of small towns.
Taking place during the late 1800s, a poor white trash boy gets to escape his background but never quite "fits in" with anyone. He wanders and eventually ends in a small Ohio town. The story of the coming age of industry -- factories that turn out labor-saving devices -- and the effect on working people; the story of those who are moneymakers and organizers; the story of young people who don't know how to love -- this book covers all of that and more. Apparently, this was Anderson's only successful novel -- most of his characters do not know how to live.
while some parts may seem a bit sluggish, it was beautifully descriptive and incredibly insightful. It is really something people should read to understand a bit about where we are today, where we came from, what we gained and what we lost. If you are looking for a lot of plot and action though, this is not your book. I just read Winesburg, Ohio (it had been on my to-read list forever!) and think that book is more enjoyable to read, but I really appreciated this book for its beauty and insight.
I know Anderson is supposed to be a great regional author, but i really think the only reason why he was published was because of the subjects that he wrote about (industrialism vs. nature, hardships of the underprivileged, sexual orientations, and Freudian philosophies. Everything is in exposition and he makes grotesque grammar mistakes. For example: "Hugh builded a wall between them." Great regional author or not, this is a terrible book and i feel sorry for the people who are forced to read it.
A masterpiece! Anderson delves deep into the nation's psyche as small town folks grapple with the changing realities of the industrial revolution. Hugh McVey is born into a life of idle dreaming and is challenged to rise above his poor white ancestry to become a man of material progress. A story of an outsider longing for love and the adoration of society. Brilliant.
A critical examination of a farming nation's transformation into a world of factories and automation and the myths of great men
I really enjoyed Anderson's description of small town and rural life even though it was idealized. The description made me realize some of life's qualities that are missing from our current post industrial society. The book was a wonderful societal history of the transformation of the rural to the industrial era. The plot was disjointed in parts but the great writing and insightful comments make up for any defects in this area. Every era has its advantages and disadvantages and Anderson describes them beautifully in this book. Highly recommend it!
This is a wonderful piece of Americana about the transition of one Ohio city from agriculture to industry. There are also some complex psychological characterizations in the book including a lesbian & feminist character. I read Winesburg, Ohio in many years ago in high school but plan to read it again as there are excerpts in the anthology. I don't know why this book is wider known or taught in school.