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"Deep in Provence, a century ago, four stone houses perch on a hillside. Wildness presses in from all sides. Beyond a patchwork of fields, a mass of green threatens to overwhelm the village. The animal world--a miming cat, a malevolent boar--displays a mind of its own. The four houses have a dozen residents--and then there is Gagou, a mute drifter. Janet, the eldest of the men, is bedridden; he feels snakes writhing in his fingers and speaks in tongues. Even so, all is well until the village fountain suddenly stops running. From this point on, humans and the natural world are locked in a life-and-death struggle. All the elements--fire, water, earth, and air--come into play. From an early age, Jean Giono roamed the hills of his native Provence. He absorbed oral traditions and, at the same time, devoured the Greek and Roman classics. Giono's startlingly original fusion of idiomatic storytelling and Homeric and Virgilian myth took Paris and New York by storm in 1929. Hill, his first novel and the first winner of the Prix Brentano, comes fully back to life in Paul Eprile's poetic translation"--… (más)
His first book and many of the themes that occupied and characterized his work over the next decades appear here. A beautifully written simple story about four families who live on an isolated hill. But the “real” story is about the hill itself, literally; it’s about nature and ecology and the lives of things other than the humans there. Of course, it’s about them as well and, perhaps most of all, about the people interacting and reacting to nature around them. Classic Giono. ( )
While I read this, I was unimpressed by the brooding symbolism and Jeffers-esque nature-mythology. But it has stayed with me in a way that few of my immediately pre-pandemic reads have done. Maybe I'll give it another go when I'm an even older, even grumpier man. ( )
Un débris de hameau où quatre maisons fleuries d'orchis émergent de blés drus et hauts. Ce sont les Bastides Blanches, à mi-chemin entre la plaine et le grand désert lavandier, à l'ombre des monts de Lure. C'est là que vivent douze personnes, deux ménages, plus Gagou l'innocent. Janet est le plus vieux des Bastides. Ayant longtemps regardé et écouté la nature, il a appris beaucoup de choses et connaît sans doute des secrets. Maintenant, paralysé et couché près de l'âtre, il parle sans arrêt, et ce qu'il dit finit par faire peur aux gens des Bastides. Puis la fontaine tarit, une petite fille tombe malade, un incendie éclate. C'en est trop ! Le responsable doit être ce vieux sorcier de Janet. Il faut le tuer. ( )
For all who work for ecological change, and for a societal swerve away from our currently calamitous trajectory, Jean Giono remains the great artist of such a way of speaking differently. (Introduction)
"Deep in Provence, a century ago, four stone houses perch on a hillside. Wildness presses in from all sides. Beyond a patchwork of fields, a mass of green threatens to overwhelm the village. The animal world--a miming cat, a malevolent boar--displays a mind of its own. The four houses have a dozen residents--and then there is Gagou, a mute drifter. Janet, the eldest of the men, is bedridden; he feels snakes writhing in his fingers and speaks in tongues. Even so, all is well until the village fountain suddenly stops running. From this point on, humans and the natural world are locked in a life-and-death struggle. All the elements--fire, water, earth, and air--come into play. From an early age, Jean Giono roamed the hills of his native Provence. He absorbed oral traditions and, at the same time, devoured the Greek and Roman classics. Giono's startlingly original fusion of idiomatic storytelling and Homeric and Virgilian myth took Paris and New York by storm in 1929. Hill, his first novel and the first winner of the Prix Brentano, comes fully back to life in Paul Eprile's poetic translation"--
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