Re-reading notes
He encontrado en el baúl de los recuerdos unas trabajos de curso que escribí cuando empezaba a estudiar literatura inglesa, y a la red que estan empezando a ir (aunque mi propósito al colgarlos no es ilustrar al mundo, jeje...). Los empiezo a colgar hoy, en un archivo que seguirá creciendo durante unos días, a menos que me vuelva a olvidar de su existencia. Son una colección de resúmenes comentados de varias novelas y narraciones de las que leía durante la carrera, y los titulo por tanto con un título accordingly sosorrio, "Reading Notes on Some English Classics". Allí empezaba a leer (y a veces terminaba de leer) a Sir Gawain, Tomás Moro, Dickens, Orwell, Lowry, Huxley, Joyce... Releer los trabajos de cuando uno era estudiante siempre produce sentimientos encontrados, que van desde el ridículo y la vergüenza (no se sabe si llamarla ajena o propia)– hasta el reencuentro con ingredientes archivados de uno mismo. Aquí hay un trocito interesante sobre Far From the Madding Crowd, de Thomas Hardy.
Bathsheba doesn’t care about the future results of her actions: she thinks she can have fun at the present moment and that the future will come by itself. But it is ourselves who make our own future and that of those around us: each of our actions may leave a long trail behind it, and hurt other people. Bathsheba sends a valentine to Boldwood and then forgets about it. And later she is terrified when she sees the effects of the letter on him. Then she tries to repair that evil by being kind to Boldwood, and gives him hopes of marriage. But that was another false step: when Troy enters the scene she can’t keep that course of action, and Boldwood gets even more hurt. It is only when her turn comes to suffer, when she is despised and abandoned by Troy, that she learns her lesson.
Produce una sensación curiosa leer estas notas tantos años después, después de haber pasado por los quatre cent coups de dramas tremebundos de ese estilo, sin que sirviese de previo aviso lo que uno escribía a los veinte años.
Bathsheba doesn’t care about the future results of her actions: she thinks she can have fun at the present moment and that the future will come by itself. But it is ourselves who make our own future and that of those around us: each of our actions may leave a long trail behind it, and hurt other people. Bathsheba sends a valentine to Boldwood and then forgets about it. And later she is terrified when she sees the effects of the letter on him. Then she tries to repair that evil by being kind to Boldwood, and gives him hopes of marriage. But that was another false step: when Troy enters the scene she can’t keep that course of action, and Boldwood gets even more hurt. It is only when her turn comes to suffer, when she is despised and abandoned by Troy, that she learns her lesson.
Produce una sensación curiosa leer estas notas tantos años después, después de haber pasado por los quatre cent coups de dramas tremebundos de ese estilo, sin que sirviese de previo aviso lo que uno escribía a los veinte años.
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