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Cargando... The Poison Belt (1913 original; edición 2008)por Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Información de la obraLa zona envenenada por Arthur Conan Doyle (1913)
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Inscríbete en LibraryThing para averiguar si este libro te gustará. Actualmente no hay Conversaciones sobre este libro. A második Challenger professzor történet, a főszereplőink ugyanazok, de most egy elveszett világ helyett a történet Angliában játszódik, szinte az egész a professzor házában. A karakterek nem sokat változtak és most a karakterfejlődést sem igazán éreztem. Ezen a könyvön is érződik, hogy már több mint száz éve íródott. A nők ábrázolása nem olyan szörnyű (bár most is alig találunk női karaktereket), az viszont meglepő, hogy annak ellenére tud a könyv rasszista lenni, hogy most kimaradtak a félvér és fekete szereplők. Két ok miatt tűnik nekem a könyv gyengébbnek az első történetnél. Egyrészt az egész éter-elmélet valószerűtlenebbnek tűnik az előző regény elveszett világ ötletéhez képest, másrészt az egész történet sokkal egyszerűbb, kevésbe izgalmas. Az nagyon jó, hogy nem egyszerűen az előző történetet folytatta Doyle hanem egy új ötletet vett elő és csak a karaktereket használta fel újra, de sajnos a folytatás nem sikerült túl jól. The second in the beloved series of Professor Challenger sees our brave 4 men chance upon another adventure, this time it's the entire planet that is in inevitable danger by an ethereal poison floating in our atmosphere, waiting to strike and cease every oxygen-breathing soul. Thoroughly enjoyable, especially if after the ending of the previous, The Lost World, you were left wanting for more adventures of this eccentric band of terribly likeable friends. They still resemble their previous characters, the pompous Challenger, the old grumpy Summerlee, the chivalric born-leader Lord Roxton, and our very own Malone, still sticking to his vocation of jotting down the ghastly state of affairs amidst the apocalypse. 9/10 would recommend for a fun read. sin reseñas | añadir una reseña
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HTML: Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's The Poison Belt follows on from The Lost World, but this time Professor Challenger trades the jungle setting for a room in his own house. Edward Malone, Lord John Roxton, and Professor Summerlee arrive at the Professor's home, each with a tank of oxygen - the result of receiving a puzzling behest from Challenger via telegraph. Challenger and his wife usher them into a sealed room - in his research the Professor has predicted that a poisonous ether belt is about to reach the earth and quite likely cause the end of the humanity. .No se han encontrado descripciones de biblioteca. |
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This novella hasn’t aged well. It seems obvious where the plot is headed because
One passage struck a chord with me:
You are to picture the loveliness of nature upon that August day, the freshness of the morning air, the golden glare of the summer sunshine, the cloudless sky, the luxuriant green of the Sussex woods, and the deep purple of heather-clad downs. As you looked round upon the many-coloured beauty of the scene all thought of a vast catastrophe would have passed from your mind had it not been for one sinister sign—the solemn, all-embracing silence. There is a gentle hum of life which pervades a closely-settled country, so deep and constant that one ceases to observe it, as the dweller by the sea loses all sense of the constant murmur of the waves. The twitter of birds, the buzz of insects, the far-off echo of voices, the lowing of cattle, the distant barking of dogs, roar of trains, and rattle of carts—all these form one low, unremitting note, striking unheeded upon the ear. We missed it now. This deadly silence was appalling. So solemn was it, so impressive, that the buzz and rattle of our motor-car seemed an unwarrantable intrusion, an indecent disregard of this reverent stillness which lay like a pall over and round the ruins of humanity. It was this grim hush, and the tall clouds of smoke which rose here and there over the country-side from smoldering buildings, which cast a chill into our hearts as we gazed round at the glorious panorama of the Weald.
This passage brought back memories of the days following September 11, 2001, when the skies were empty of planes and helicopters. I live and work close enough to several airports that the sound of planes and helicopters is background noise, “striking unheeded upon the ear.” The silence is one of my strongest memories from a day I’ll never forget. ( )