Alice Sit By The Fire E-Book

J.m Barrie

• Herausgeber: J. M. Barrie
• Kategorie: Lebensstil
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

The works of playwright-novelist James M.Barrie (1860-1937) have delighted both young and old for a century. From Childhood he was determined to be a writer. "Alice Sit-by-the-Fire" was written by J.M. Barrie in 1905, the same year he wrote Peter Pan). The three-act play details the return of two parents, the Colonel & his wife Alice, from (I believe) a long voyage to India. They have left the care of their three children Amy, Cosmo and the baby to the Nurse. Alice finds Amy & Cosmo have grown up considerably; and the baby is a complete stranger to her mother. The possessive Nurse complicates the reunion. The play is a series of reversals and revelations. Misadventure follows in abundance.

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Alice Sit-By-The-FireByJ. M. Barrie

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One would like to peep covertly into Amy's diary (octavo, with the word 'Amy' in gold letters wandering across the soft brown leather covers, as if it was a long word and, in Amy's opinion, rather a dear). To take such a liberty, and allow the reader to look over our shoulders, as they often invite you to do in novels (which, however, are much more coquettish things than plays) would be very helpful to us; we should learn at once what sort of girl Amy is, and why to-day finds her washing her hair. We should also get proof or otherwise, that we are interpreting her aright; for it is our desire not to record our feelings about Amy, but merely Amy's feelings about herself; not to tell what we think happened, but what Amy thought happened. The book, to be sure, is padlocked, but we happen to know where it is kept. (In the lower drawer of that hand-painted escritoire.) Sometimes in the night Amy, waking up, wonders whether she did lock her diary, and steals downstairs in white to make sure. On these occasions she undoubtedly lingers among the pages, re-reading the peculiarly delightful bit she wrote yesterday; so we could peep over her shoulder, while the reader peeps over ours. Then why don't we do it? Is it because this would be a form of eavesdropping, and that we cannot be sure our hands are clean enough to turn the pages of a young girl's thoughts? It cannot be that, because the novelists do it. It is because in a play we must tell nothing that is not revealed by the spoken words; you must find out all you want to know from them; there is no weather even in plays nowadays except in melodrama; the novelist can have sixteen chapters about the hero's grandparents, but we cannot even say he had any unless he says it himself. There can be no rummaging in the past for us to show what sort of people our characters are; we are allowed only to present them as they toe the mark; then the handkerchief falls, and off they go.