THE BRIDE COMES TO YELLOW SKY E-Book

Stephen Crane

• Herausgeber: Musaicum Books
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Seitenzahl: 22

Beschreibung

Stephen Crane's 'The Bride Comes to Yellow Sky' is a short story that explores the theme of change and the clash between traditional values and modernity. Written in Crane's characteristic naturalistic style, the story vividly captures the rugged landscape of the American West and the complexities of human relationships. Set against the backdrop of a small frontier town, the narrative unfolds with a sense of tension and irony, keeping the reader engaged till the end. Crane's use of vivid imagery and realistic dialogue adds depth to the characters and the overall setting, making it a timeless piece of American literature. It is considered a reflection of the changing social landscape during the late 19th century. Stephen Crane, known for his realistic and gritty portrayals of life, drew inspiration from his own experiences as a war correspondent and his observations of societal norms. 'The Bride Comes to Yellow Sky' showcases Crane's keen eye for detail and his ability to craft compelling narratives that resonate with readers. I recommend this short story to anyone interested in American literature and the exploration of timeless themes.

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The great Pullman was whirling onward with such dignity of motion that a glance from the window seemed simply to prove that the plains of Texas were pouring eastward. Vast flats of green grass, dull-hued spaces of mesquite and cactus, little groups of frame houses, woods of light and tender trees, all were sweeping into the east, sweeping over the horizon, a precipice.

A newly married pair had boarded this coach at San Antonio. The man's face was reddened from many days in the wind and sun, and a direct result of his new black clothes was that his brick-colored hands were constantly performing in a most conscious fashion. From time to time he looked down respectfully at his attire. He sat with a hand on each knee, like a man waiting in a barber's shop. The glances he devoted to other passengers were furtive and shy.

The bride was not pretty, nor was she very young. She wore a dress of blue cashmere, with small reservations of velvet here and there and with steel buttons abounding. She continually twisted her head to regard her puff sleeves, very stiff, straight, and high. They embarrassed her. It was quite apparent that she had cooked, and that she expected to cook, dutifully. The blushes caused by the careless scrutiny of some passengers as she had entered the car were strange to see upon this plain, under-class countenance, which was drawn in placid, almost emotionless lines.

They were evidently very happy. "Ever been in a parlor-car before?" he asked, smiling with delight.

"No," she answered, "I never was. It's fine, ain't it?"

"Great! And then after a while we'll go forward to the diner and get a big layout. Finest meal in the world. Charge a dollar."

"Oh, do they?" cried the bride. "Charge a dollar? Why, that's too much -- for us--ain't it, Jack?"

"Not this trip, anyhow," he answered bravely. "We're going to go the whole thing."