Town Versus Country E-Book

Mary Russell Mitford

• Herausgeber: Booksell-Verlag
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

In "Town Versus Country," Mary Russell Mitford intricately explores the dichotomy between urban and rural life in early 19th-century England through a series of evocative essays and sketches. Her prose is characterized by an engaging blend of wit and sentimentality, reflecting the Romantic ideals of her time while also critiquing the rapid industrialization and its effects on society. Mitford'Äôs deep appreciation for the pastoral landscape is woven through her vivid descriptions, showcasing not only the beauty of nature but also the social challenges faced by rural communities as they navigate the encroaching modern world. Mary Russell Mitford was a prolific writer known for her keen observations of everyday life and her passionate support for the arts and countryside. Growing up in a small village, she was acutely aware of the tensions between urbanity and the traditional values associated with rural settings. Her personal experiences and her friendships with prominent literary figures of her era undoubtedly enriched her understanding of these themes, making "Town Versus Country" a reflection of her personal values as well as a broader commentary on the societal transformations of her time. I highly recommend "Town Versus Country" to those interested in the interplay between environment and identity, as well as students of English literature who seek to understand the nuances of Romantic-era thought. Mitford's passionate advocacy for rural life and her articulate, insightful prose make this work a timeless reflection on belonging, community, and the evolving relationship between civilization and nature.

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Mary Russell Mitford

Town Versus Country

Published by Good Press, 2020

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EAN 4064066106140

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“I’m desperately afear’d, Sue, that that brother of thine will turn out a jackanapes,” was the apostrophe of the good yeoman Michael Howe, to his pretty daughter Susan, as they were walking one fine afternoon in harvest through some narrow and richly wooded lanes, which wound between the crofts of his farm of Rutherford West, situate in that out-of-the-way part of Berkshire which is emphatically called “the Low Country,” for no better reason that I can discover than that it is the very hilliest part of the royal county. “I’m sadly afear’d, Sue, that he’ll turn out a jackanapes!”—and the stout farmer brandished the tall paddle which served him at once as a walking stick and a weeding-hook, and began vigorously eradicating the huge thistles which grew by the roadside, as a mere vent for his vexation. “You’ll see that he’ll come back an arrant puppy,” quoth Michael Howe.

“Oh, father! don’t say so,” rejoined Susan, “why should you think so hardly of poor William—our own dear William, whom we have not seen these three years? What earthly harm has he done?”

“Harm, girl! Look at his letters! You know you’re ashamed yourself to take ’em of the postman. Pink paper, forsooth, and blue ink, and a seal with bits of make-believe gold speckled about in it like a ladybird’s wings—I hate all make-believes, all shams; they’re worse than poison;—and stinking of some outlandish scent, so that I’m forced to smoke a couple of pipes extra to get rid of the smell; and latterly, as if this folly was not enough, he has crammed these precious scrawls into a sort of paper-bag, pasted together just as if o’ purpose to make us pay double postage. Jackanapes did I call him? He’s a worse mollycot than a woman.”