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Cargando... An Island to Oneself (1966)por Tom Neale
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Inscríbete en LibraryThing para averiguar si este libro te gustará. Actualmente no hay Conversaciones sobre este libro. I didn't understand what would make a person pick up and leave all aspects of civilization until I read An Island to Oneself. Even Frisbie's account in The Book of Puka-Puka didn't answer the question because at least Frisbie lived and married among the natives. There were people to talk to. On the atoll of Suvarov in the South Pacific Tom Neale had (on his first visit 1952 - 1954) two cats, chickens & a wild duck he tamed for companionship. The occasional freighter would deter from its shipping lane, but those visits were few and far between. And yet, Neale thrived in that environment. Survival was his challenge and he prided himself on his ingenuity, creativeness and sheer willpower to make his self imposed solitary confinement comfortable. He spent his days keeping his abode spotless, working the land for farming, and fishing (the pig slaughter was a little difficult to read). On his second journey to Suvarov (he left the first time due to illness), Neale came back a smarter man. He built a better cook stove, brought more appropriate supplies and was better prepared for the wild weather that could batter his island from time to time. This time he stayed from 1960 to 1963. It wasn't that Neale didn't like people. He enjoyed the "tourists" who ended up visiting him. It was just that he wanted to do his own thing. Being alone wasn't lonely. A lovely counterexample that speaks loudly against the current obsession with constant, continuous communication with everyone else. A solid individual does not need others to prop him up to validate himself. The conversational diary style as well as the theme of solitude remind me of Joshua Slocum's Alone Around the World.
Se video her om boken: Drømmen om en øde øy, drømmen om å bosette seg og leve i solskinn under palmene. Fiske og spise kokosnøtter... Tom Neale gjorde drømmen til virkelighet og ble boende i sitt paradis i årevis. I denne boken beskriver han sitt ukuelige arbeid for å oppnå drømmen, hvordan det er å leve på en øde øy og kampen for å komme tilbake etter å ha vært nødt til å forlate sitt paradis. For det var nettopp paradis Tom fant - han elsket den daglige rutinen, han elsket å bygge opp hagen og dyrke jorda. Ikke minst - han elsket å være alene. Boken viser en verden du kunne finne helt fram til 60-tallet og kanskje finner du den enda? Det er heldigvis lov å drømme! Boken gir også nærmest en oppskrift på hva du må ha med deg og hvordan du skal klare deg - også om paradiset blir rammet av en orkan som kan utradere alt på øya. En fantastisk fortelling om en helt spesiell mann - denne gangen er det heller lite seiling involvert, men hvem bryr seg? Boken er oversatt av Johanne Fronth-Nygren. Om Tom Neale: Tom Neale (1902-1977) ble født av engelske foreldre, men vokste opp på New Zealand. Han tilbrakte 4 år i marinen og deretter «streifet» han rundt i Stillehavet i nærmere 30 år. Underveis hadde han blitt kjent med forfatteren Dean Frisbie som hadde tilbrakt tid på Suvarov og nettopp det bekjentskapet ga næring til drømmen: bosette seg ganske alene på Suvarov! Først som 50-åring kom han seg endelig dit. Han tilbrakte nærmere 25 år i sitt paradis - til og fra. Denne boken beskriver Toms første 6 år på øya - først en periode på 2 år - deretter 6 «frustrerende år» - og deretter 4 nye år. Mellom oppholdene rakk den «godt voksne» Tom å gifte seg og få to barn: Arthur og Stella, men dem forteller ikke boken noe om! Stella har imidlertid skrevet en epilog, heller ikke den har vært utgitt på det norske marked tidligere. Pertenece a las series editoriales
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In retrospect, I should have realized this book wasn't going to be great. Running away to an island is not just my dream--it's a common one--so it seems unlikely that a really good book on the subject would remain as obscure as An Island to Oneself. Neale is an unlikeable narrator, an extremely idiosyncratic, single-minded person who takes pride in odd things. The things that are appealing about the tropics--the sunshine, the ease of life, the glory of the sunsets, the beauty of the reefs--are barely present in his account. Instead, he obsessively delineates his narrow diet and his many labors, and he doesn't seem to enjoy his surroundings except for the hardships they impose. He doesn't seem to have been in love with islands at all, but only with solitude. He could just as easily have been alone in the middle of the woods in Montana (and now that I think of it, there is something unabomber-ish about him) or Alaska; he kind of reminds me of Chris McCandless from Into the Wild, minus the charm and youthful exuberance. Maybe he would have been more likable if Jon Krakauer had written this story. At the very least he would have been a lot more interesting.
This review is an excerpt from a longer review on my blog, Around the World in 2000 Books. ( )