A Discovery of Strangers
(Sprache: Englisch)
A Discovery of Strangers is a story based on true events of love and innocence, murder, greed and passion set within the terrifying, fragile Arctic landscape. In 1820, John Franklin s small group of British officers and Canadian voyageurs, on their first...
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A Discovery of Strangers is a story based on true events of love and innocence, murder, greed and passion set within the terrifying, fragile Arctic landscape. In 1820, John Franklin s small group of British officers and Canadian voyageurs, on their first Expedition to search for a route through the incomprehensible North, encountered the Yellowknife Indians and Greenstockings, fifteen-year-old daughter of Keskarrah, elder of the Yellowknife, met young Robert Hood, son of a Lancashire clergyman. Wordless, they devise a language of their own as their two worlds clash.
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Chapter 1The Animals in This Country
The land is so long, and the people travelling in it so few, the curious animals barely notice them from one lifetime to the next. The human beings whose name is Tetsot ine live here with great care, their feet travelling year after year those paths where the animals can easily avoid them if they want to, or follow, or circle back ahead to watch them with little danger. Therefore, when the first one or two Whites appeared in this country, an animal would have had to search for four lifetimes to find them being paddled about, or walking, or bent and staggering, somewhere on the inexorable land.
About that time some of the animals did begin to hear strange noises, bits of shriek and hammer above the wavering roar of rapids or the steady flagellation of wind. These were strangers, so different, so blatantly loud the caribou themselves could not help hearing them long before they needed to be smelled, and some animals drifted around to see what made the trees in one place scream and smash that way, the rocks clang. They noticed creatures that looked like humans standing motionless here and there, abruptly pointing and shrieking, pounding! pounding! scuttling about all day and sometimes at night as well, when tendrils of bush along the river might spring up suddenly into terrifying flame. And the animals understood then that such brutal hiss and clangour must bring on a winter even colder than usual.
And shortly after, when wind hammered the snow hard as folded rock under the thickest trees, and growing ice choked the rapids into silence, they knew that of course they had been right. Then an erratic cracking open, or a tree splitting, could be heard so far it seemed they were alert to every sound happening anywhere in the world, and the racket these strange human beings made in one place mattered nothing at all. The animals simply moved away into their necessary silence, travelling where they pleased, as they
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always had inside that clenched fist of the long darkness, their powerful feathered, furred bodies as light as flecks of ice sifting over snow, as light and quick as breathing.
But throughout the dark weight of midwinter, with moss and lichens always harder to smell and paw from under the crusted snow, all the caribou knew that the sun would certainly return again. And eventually it did; its rim grew slowly day by day up out of darkness into red brilliance, until finally the cows and calves recognized themselves together as they always were, in the whole giant ball of it shimmering through ice fog, round and complete again on the distant edge of the sky. The cows lay in their hollows of snow on a drifted lake, their calves from the previous spring sheltered against their backs out of the wind. Their blunt, furry noses lifted from the angles of their folded legs, their nostrils opened to the burning air: it was sharp as ice, gentle with all the smells they recognized, arctic and safe. Lying safe, alert in this instant of rest, they were reassured that when that blazing sun stands three times its height over the glazed levels of this lake, they will feel the restlessness of their young grow heavier within them. And then they will move again into their continual travel.
Gradually at first, then more steadily, like driftwood discovering a momentary current, hesitating into daily eddies of moss or crusted erratics but leaning more certainly down into motion along this contorted river, or this lakeshore; easily avoiding the noisy, devastated esker between Roundrock and Winter lakes and their connecting tributary streams. Seeking steadily north. From every direction more and more of them will drift together, thousands and tens of thousands drawn together by the lengthening light into the worn paths of their necessary journey, an immense dark river of life flowing north to the ocean, to the calving grounds where they know themselves to have be
But throughout the dark weight of midwinter, with moss and lichens always harder to smell and paw from under the crusted snow, all the caribou knew that the sun would certainly return again. And eventually it did; its rim grew slowly day by day up out of darkness into red brilliance, until finally the cows and calves recognized themselves together as they always were, in the whole giant ball of it shimmering through ice fog, round and complete again on the distant edge of the sky. The cows lay in their hollows of snow on a drifted lake, their calves from the previous spring sheltered against their backs out of the wind. Their blunt, furry noses lifted from the angles of their folded legs, their nostrils opened to the burning air: it was sharp as ice, gentle with all the smells they recognized, arctic and safe. Lying safe, alert in this instant of rest, they were reassured that when that blazing sun stands three times its height over the glazed levels of this lake, they will feel the restlessness of their young grow heavier within them. And then they will move again into their continual travel.
Gradually at first, then more steadily, like driftwood discovering a momentary current, hesitating into daily eddies of moss or crusted erratics but leaning more certainly down into motion along this contorted river, or this lakeshore; easily avoiding the noisy, devastated esker between Roundrock and Winter lakes and their connecting tributary streams. Seeking steadily north. From every direction more and more of them will drift together, thousands and tens of thousands drawn together by the lengthening light into the worn paths of their necessary journey, an immense dark river of life flowing north to the ocean, to the calving grounds where they know themselves to have be
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Autoren-Porträt von Rudy Wiebe
RUDY WIEBE's novels, stories and essays stand at the forefront of Canadian literature. He is an Officer of the Order of Canada. He has won the Governor General's Literary Award for Fiction twice, for The Temptations of Big Bear and for A Discovery of Strangers. He is also the co-author of Stolen Life, which won the Viacom Canada Writers' Trust Non-Fiction Prize, the Saskatchewan Book Award for Non-Fiction and the Alberta Book Award, and was shortlisted for the Governor General's Literary Award for Non-Fiction. His memoir, Of This Earth, won the Charles Taylor Prize for Literary Non-Fiction and was a national bestseller.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Rudy Wiebe
- 1995, 336 Seiten, Maße: 13,1 x 20,1 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Random House, Toronto
- ISBN-10: 0394280830
- ISBN-13: 9780394280837
- Erscheinungsdatum: 25.03.2010
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Englisch
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What is remarkable about Wiebe s achievement in [The Temptations of Big Bear and The Scorched-Wood People] and now, in A Discovery of Strangers is that he is able to be, it seems, both Faulkner and Balzac at once. That is, Wiebe can construct scenes of painstaking detail and psychological insight, and combine them or frame them in exciting historical situations . . . . A Discovery of Strangers is vintage Wiebe. Books in CanadaClash, crash, shock: there are plenty of clichéd verbs of collision to describe encounters between cultures. In A Discovery of Strangers, the meeting of the English and the Yellowknife Indians on whom they rely to guide them through the northlands is seldom so dramatically violent; it is, as the title hints, a gradual discover of strangeness, and all the more affecting for that . . . . A Discovery of Strangers is a triumph of translation: with unflinching understanding and the powers of a very fine storyteller, Rudy Wiebe has once again delivered us our past. Quill & Quire
The author is a master of descriptive prose . . . . This memorable novel will add to the author s reputation as one of Canada s most gifted writers a peerless delineator of his country s history and soul. Canadian Jewish News
Wiebe continues to do what he does best: capture on a broad canvas many of the epic events in Canadian history . . . . a major work of art. Wiebe provides some of the most evocative prose yet about the Canadian North. Maclean s
Its fascinating events are solidly rooted in history . . . but in Rudy Wiebe s rendition it becomes a history transmuted by art into a strangely original, intensely personal vision . . . . It is a pleasure of the first order the pleasure of true art. Josef Skvorecky
A circuitously told, poetically charged work that resonates long after the book is closed. Edmonton Journal
Magnificent. A love story . . . an adventure story . . . a dramatic tale . . . a winner. The Calgary
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Herald
I was captivated from the very first words so ironic, so poetic, so true. St. John Evening Telegraph
A work of extraordinary originality and beauty . . . every sentence of this novel speaks of his respect and love for the aboriginal way of life. The Globe and Mail
I was captivated from the very first words so ironic, so poetic, so true. St. John Evening Telegraph
A work of extraordinary originality and beauty . . . every sentence of this novel speaks of his respect and love for the aboriginal way of life. The Globe and Mail
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