We have been in LOndon for a year already, but it seems as we just arrived yesterday. There are still many things to discover. One of the hardest things I found so far is to meet English people. I have stablished relations with the people of the Tower Hamlets and City group of Amnesty International, and lately we joined a book club (as I mentioned in this other post). The last book we read is Ethan Frome, by Edith Warthon.
It’s a short book of 105 pages, but full of a really nice story and a very rich literature. Edith was a walthy New Yorker, born in 1862, but it seems that in her novels she tried to describe the life of poor people who lived in New England. And at least in this book (I haven’t read anything else from her) she manages it really good.
The book begins with a narrator, whe sees this extravagant character Ethan Frome, and wants to know more about his life. By coincidence, they share a long ride, and then, the books changes perspectives and starts telling the stroy and the misery of a younger Ethan, and the long winters in New England from his point of view.
This is an easy and enjoyable book, suitable for a plane or a long train trip.
The book is published by Penguin English Library.
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