On taas klassikkohaasteen aika. Olen ollut mukana osasta neljä lähtien, joten tämä on jo yhdestoista kerta. Klassikoita tulee luettua myös haasteen ulkopuolella, joten kovin haastavalta tämä kaksi postausta vuodessa ei tunnu. Tällä kertaa valitsin klassikkokirjailijaksi Henry Jamesin (1843-1916), jota en ole aiemmin lukenut. Häneen viitataan usein muissa kirjoissa, joita kesäisin luen, joten oli aika tutustua. […]

The smell of the sea swept over the wall and in through the empty window-hole, wide and wild with a million intoxicating secrets. I don’t trust that smell. It hooks us somewhere deeper than reason or civilization, in the fragments of our cells that rocked in oceans before we had minds, and it pulls till […]

The summer stretch had come into the evenings: it was gone seven, but the sky was a soft clear blue and the light flooding through the open windows was pale gold. All around us the Place was humming like a beehive, shimmering with a hundred different stories unfurling. Next door Mad Johnny Malone was singing […]

I saw her to the front door and closed it immediately after her as soon as she had stepped outside it. I went back into the flat, into the sitting-room, and closed the door. The room was sweet with heavy dusty sunlight. Her chair was where it had been. She had left her copy of […]

Cassandra started from her pleasant day-dreams and realized that she was the old lady. There was something pleasing about the idea of being really old – say between seventy and eighty, but not infirm or a nuisance to anybody. To have money and leisure to sit in a lovely garden, enjoying the sunshine and doing […]

It was hard to believe that Dolly Arborfield was Kitty Jeffreys’ sister, though one could detect a slight resemblance in features. Dolly’s hair was grey and frizzy and she wore clothes that melted into her background of old books, junk and animals. She was some years older than Kitty and would often joke about her […]

’I don’t know if if we could have a curate here,’ said Mr Cleveland doubtfully, as if it were some strange kind of animal. ’As a matter of fact I was thinking that perhaps, that is just perhaps, Miss Doggett might like to have him,’ said the vicar, bringing out the words with a rush. […]

Lady Asperley, at whose home years ago Kate and Alan had first met Dermot, had been lukewarm about a marriage – disastrous as she believed it must be – for which she held herself responsible. She had known Dermot was a drifter, but his voice reminded her of his father’s – a man she had […]

Polly was now dancing with her uncle, Boy. She did not look radiant and happy as such a spoilt darling should at her coming-out ball, but tired and pinched about the mouth, nor was she chattering away like the other women. ’I shouldn’t care for one of my girls to look like that,’ Aunt Sadie […]

Soon it was almost too dark to see. The birds could still be vaguely apprehended, close overhead, like great leaves that fluttered but never fell, until at last they disappeared, gathered up into the obscurity of the coming night. Michael began to pace slowly back down the middle of the avenue. He did not turn […]

Kirkkaana syyspäivänä täti toi hänelle ensimmäisen linnun. Se oli pieni ja harmaanruskea, ja sen sydän sykki kiivaasti tykyttäen kämmentä vasten. Hän silitti haltioituneena sen sulkia ja kokeili varovaisesti sormellaan sen nokkaa. Linnun silmät seurasivat hänen liikkeitään eivätkä räpyttäneet niin kuin hänen omansa. Se oli pieni ja peloton ja urhea. ”Pidät siitä huolta”, täti sanoi. Hän […]

Kohti Nukkuvan jättiläisen olkapäätä tytöt juoksivat. Alina hoilotti: awalaga awalaga atsiee fuu fuu ka. Desire löi tahtia, käveli sitten käsillään ja katseli maailmaa väärinpäin. Alina heitti kärrynpyöriä, pitkät vaaleat jalat kulkivat ilman halki kuin tuulimyllyn siivet. Sitten hän kaarsi selkänsä käsien ja jalkojen varassa sillaksi, jonka alitse Desire mateli suokaimaanina. Aikansa leikittyään he istahtivat lepäämään. […]

Onpa se ruma, sanon ällistyneenä ja katson pientä nyyttiä jonka olen saanut syliini. Hänen kasvonsa ovat päärynän muotoiset, ja ohimoissa on pihtien jättämät syvät jäljet. Hänellä ei ole yhtään hiusta päässä. Ylilääkäri nauraa: teistä vain tuntuu siltä, koska ette ole ikinä nähnyt vastasyntynyttä, hän sanoo. Ne eivät ole koskaan kauniita, mutta yleensä äidit ovat toista […]

”Look, Cathleen, will you give up the nonsense? We’re eighteen and we’re bored to death.” She lit a cigarette and puffed vigorously. She went on: ”We want to live. Drink gin. Squeeze into the front of big cars and drive up outside big hotels. We want to go places. Not to sit in this damp […]