Tessa Hadley reads a story from one of her 'writing family',
Elizabeth Bowen's 'The Jungle'
[ندعوك للتسجيل في المنتدى أو التعريف بنفسك لمعاينة هذه الصورة] There are writers you love and admire – quite a lot of those –
and then there are a few writers who are (unbeknown to them) your intimates,
your writing family. For me, Elizabeth Bowen has been one of those
intimates ever since she first claimed me when I was 14 or 15: I
picked her books up in the library because I liked the woodcuts on the covers.
I only half understood what I was reading, first time round –
but I responded to the promise her writing gave:
that lived experience could be as subtle, complex, richly substantial as her sentences.
That promise is mostly what you read for, at that age.
Her novels are marvellous too, but the short story suits her concision,
her shapely plotting, and the polished surface of her style,
with its oddly made, deliberate sentences. The style channels
the electricity of experience on to the page, doesn't allow it to be deflected
by language's lazy habits, its proneness to fall back on the clichés of perception.
In "The Jungle", about a passionate friendship between teenage girls,
how wonderfully freshly she makes us feel the mystery of Elise's personality
and her body: like a "compact, thick boy in her black tights", her
"wide-open pale grey eyes" with "something alert behind them that
wasn't her brain", and her direct look "like a guard". Slipped out from the bland,
reasonable routines of school, in the waste ground they call the jungle
, the girls reconnect with the power of death and sex.
Go for it from down here [ندعوك للتسجيل في المنتدى أو التعريف بنفسك لمعاينة هذه الصورة] [ندعوك للتسجيل في المنتدى أو التعريف بنفسك لمعاينة هذا الرابط] [ندعوك للتسجيل في المنتدى أو التعريف بنفسك لمعاينة هذه الصورة]
موضوع: Elizabeth Bowen's 'The Jungle' قصه مسموعه 
