It was also extraordinarily successful in the United States and other countries and was translated into more than sixty languages. For a work dealing with abstruse astrophysical concepts to sell more than nine million copies was surprising, even to its author.
Introduction by Tom Avery Doris Lessing was always able to get to the very heart of things. She was a novelist and short story writer of astonishing ability and limitless empathy — one who confronted and interrogated the injustice, racism and hypocrisy of a troubled era with imagination and force.
Each of her works repay repeated readings, and resist easy categorisation. Each has a life and energy of its own. She was a titan of twentieth century literature, but would have been the last to acknowledge it. It is a near-perfect example of a short story in my opinion, a virtuoso marriage of plot try not to read it in one go and prose.
Read more Going to the shore on the first morning of the vacation, the young English boy stopped at a turning of the path and looked down at a wild and rocky bay, and then over the crowded beach he knew so well from other years.
His mother walked on in front of him, carrying a bright striped bag in one hand. Her other arm, swinging loose, was very white in the sun.
The boy watched that white, naked arm, and turned his eyes, which had a frown behind them, toward the bay and back again to his mother. When she felt he was not with her, she swung around. She looked impatient, then smiled. He was very familiar with that anxious, apologetic smile. Contrition sent him running after her.
And yet, as he ran, he looked over his shoulder at the wild bay; and all morning, as he played on the safe beach, he was thinking of it. Would you like to go somewhere else?
Or just go straight back to the villa, if you like. And he almost ran after her again, feeling it unbearable that she should go by herself, but he did not. Have I been keeping him too close? I must be careful. He was an only child, eleven years old.
She was a widow. She was determined to be neither possessive nor lacking in devotion. She went worrying off to her beach.
As for Jerry, once he saw that his mother had gained her beach, he began the steep descent to the bay. As he went lower, he saw that spread among small promontories and inlets of rough, sharp rock, and the crisping, lapping surface showed stains of purple and darker blue.
Finally, as he ran sliding and scraping down the last few yards, he saw an edge of white surf and the shallow, luminous movement of water over white sand, and, beyond that, a solid, heavy blue. He ran straight into the water and began swimming. He was a good swimmer.
He went out fast over the gleaming sand, over a middle region where rocks lay like discolored monsters under the surface, and then he was in the real sea — a warm sea where irregular cold currents from the deep water shocked his limbs. When he was so far out that he could look back not only on the little bay but past the promontory that was between it and the big beach, he floated on the buoyant surface and looked for his mother.
There she was, a speck of yellow under an umbrella that looked like a slice of orange peel. He swam back to the shore, relieved at being sure she was there, but all at once lonely.
On the edge of a small cape that marked the side of the bay away from the promontory was a loose scatter of rocks. Above them, some boys were stripping off their clothes.Doris May Lessing est une écrivaine britannique née le 22 octobre à Kermanshah et morte le 17 novembre (à 94 ans) à Londres .Le prix Nobel de littérature en a couronné «la conteuse épique de l'expérience féminine qui, avec scepticisme, ardeur et une force visionnaire, scrute une civilisation divisée.» ..
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