Elizabeth Bowen (1) (1899–1973)
Autor(a) de The Death of the Heart
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About the Author
Elizabeth Bowen, distinguished Anglo-Irish novelist, was born in Dublin in 1899, traveled extensively, lived in London, and inherited the family estate-Bowen's Court, in County Cork. Her account of the house, Bowen's Court (1942), with a detailed fictionalized history of the family in Ireland mostrar mais through three centuries, has charm, warmth, and insight. Seven Winters is a fragment of autobiography published in England in 1942. The "Afterthoughts" of the original edition are critical essays in which she discusses and analyzes, among others, such literary figures as Virginia Woolf, E. M. Forster, Katherine Mansfield, Anthony Trollope, and Eudora Welty. Bowen's stories, mostly about people of the British upper middle class, portray relationships that are never simple, except, perhaps, on the surface. Her concern with time and memory is a major theme. Beautifully and delicately written, her stories, with their oblique psychological revelations, are symbolic, subtle, and terrifying. A Time in Rome (1960) is her brilliant evocation of that city and its layered past. In 1948, Bowen was made a Commander of the British Empire. Bowen died in 1973. (Bowker Author Biography) mostrar menos
Obras de Elizabeth Bowen
Love's Civil War: Elizabeth Bowen and Charles Ritchie: Letters and Diaries 1941-1973 (2008) — Autor — 70 cópias
Why Do I Write?: An Exchange of Views Between Elizabeth Bowen, Graham Greene and V.S.Pritchett (English Literature… (1948) 6 cópias
The Demon Lover [short story] 3 cópias
Mysterious Kor 3 cópias
Telling [short story] 2 cópias
The Faber book of modern stories 2 cópias
Sunday Afternoon 2 cópias
The Faber Book of Short Stories 1 exemplar(es)
Maria 1 exemplar(es)
Choice: Some New Stories and Prose 1 exemplar(es)
Bowen Elizabeth 1 exemplar(es)
Pink May 1 exemplar(es)
Reduced 1 exemplar(es)
anything 1 exemplar(es)
Las mujeres observadas 1 exemplar(es)
Die ferne Stadt Kor. Erzählungen. Aus dem Englischen übersetzt von Annette Charpentier, Katrine von Hutten und… (1985) 1 exemplar(es)
Spookverhalen 1 exemplar(es)
The Happy Autumn Fields 1 exemplar(es)
Green Holly 1 exemplar(es)
Contos Fantásticos 1 exemplar(es)
Associated Works
The Smiles of Rome: A Literary Companion for Readers and Travelers (2005) — Contribuinte — 57 cópias
The House of the Nightmare and Other Eerie Tales (1967) — Contribuinte; Autor, algumas edições — 47 cópias
Out of the Best Books: An Anthology of Literature, Vol. 1: The Individual and Human Values (1964) — Contribuinte — 40 cópias
Ladies of Horror: Two Centuries of Supernatural Stories by the Gentle Sex (1971) — Contribuinte — 24 cópias
Het neusje van de zalm een feestelijke bloemlezing uit Querido's 'vlaggetjesreeks' (1986) — Contribuinte — 5 cópias
Horizon 21 (September 1941) — Contribuinte — 2 cópias
Uncle Silas ... With an introduction by Elizabeth Bowen — Introdução, algumas edições — 1 exemplar(es)
Gespenster — Contribuinte — 1 exemplar(es)
Etiquetado
Conhecimento Comum
- Nome padrão
- Bowen, Elizabeth
- Nome de batismo
- Cameron, Elizabeth Dorothea Cole Bowen
- Outros nomes
- Bowen, Bitha
- Data de nascimento
- 1899-06-07
- Data de falecimento
- 1973-02-22
- Local de enterro
- St Colman's Church, Farahy, County Cork, Ireland
- Sexo
- female
- Nacionalidade
- Ierland
- Local de nascimento
- Dublin, Ierland
- Local de falecimento
- Londen, Engeland, Groot-Brittannië
- Locais de residência
- Dublin, Ireland
Farahy, Ireland
Hythe, England, UK
Regent's Park, London, England, UK
Headington, Oxford, Oxfordshire, England, UK - Educação
- Downe House School, Kent, England, UK
- Ocupação
- novelist
short story writer - Relacionamentos
- Ritchie, Charles (lover)
- Premiações
- Order of the British Empire (Commander, 1948)
Companion of Literature (1965)
Doctor of Letters, Trinity College, Dublin
Doctor of Letters, Oxford University (1956)
Lacy Martin Donnelly Fellow (1956) - Pequena biografia
- Elizabeth Bowen was born in Dublin in 1899, the only child of an Irish lawyer and landowner. Her book Bowen's Court (1942) is the history of her family and their house in County Cork. Throughout her life, she divided her time between London and Bowen's Court, which she inherited. She had friends among the Bloomsbury Group, and was close to Rose Macaulay, who helped her find a publisher for her first book, a collection of short stories called Encounters (1923). During World War II, Elizabeth Bowen lived in London and worked for the British Ministry of Information. She received acclaim for her novels and short story collections, was awarded the CBE (Companion of the Order of the British Empire) in 1948, and was made a Companion of Literature by the Royal Society of Literature in 1965. She died in 1973.
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"Meetings that do not come off keep a character of their own."
The first word people have used to describe for me Elizabeth Bowen's writing is often "difficult". I now see they are wrong. Where some minds find difficulty, those of us with clearer vision see rare intelligence. Bowen was a younger member of the Bloomsbury Group, often defined as a generational link between Virginia Woolf and Muriel Spark. She toys with the fragmented modernism of the former, while sinking her teeth into the detached British realism of the latter. It is the frisson of this combination that gives her work its unique voice.
The House in Paris takes place over one day, as 11-year-old Henrietta and 9-year-old Leopold pass through the home of Miss Naomi Fisher and her ailing mother. The children do not know each other; the orphaned Henrietta is en route to visit her grandmother, and needs a place to stop, while Leopold is to meet his mother for the first time today, after having been raised by family friends in Italy. Both children's unusual circumstances are joined by their respective mothers' friendships with Miss Fisher. In the repressive atmosphere of the house, secrets unfold amongst these four unnerved characters and their ultimate guest.
Bowen's style is perhaps best described as "detached", somewhere on that mid-20th century spectrum of writers whom I adore so, whose characters are financially "comfortable" but often on a downward trajectory, and whose speech - clipped yet romantic - invites the reader to fill in the silences. If you have tasted the sweet delights of Murdoch and Durrell, of Penelope Fitzgerald and Barbara Pym, seek comfort here. If your preferences lean in the other direction, Bowen may not be for you! Says one of the characters: "I cannot live in a love affair, I am busy and grasping. I am not English; you know I am nervous the whole time. I could not endure being conscious of anyone. Naomi is like furniture or the dark. I should pity myself if I did not marry her."
"The Present" takes up about half of this short novel, but the meat of Bowen's story is in the central section, "The Past". The true details of Naomi Fisher's youth, of Leopold's provenance, of Madame Fisher in her prime, are interspersed in the details of a love affair as delicate as a hothouse flower. Bowen tears at the fragile stitches of these characters, revealing flesh that is bruised and sore. The content of the book - and, in truth, sometimes its individual moments - could be found in a lesser soft romance novel of the period. But Bowen's prose refuses to be cowed. She slips between tenses, surprises us with changes in narrative voice and tone, and generally keeps the atmosphere on the thinnest ice.
Unsettling, but beautiful.… (mais)
The first word people have used to describe for me Elizabeth Bowen's writing is often "difficult". I now see they are wrong. Where some minds find difficulty, those of us with clearer vision see rare intelligence. Bowen was a younger member of the Bloomsbury Group, often defined as a generational link between Virginia Woolf and Muriel Spark. She toys with the fragmented modernism of the former, while sinking her teeth into the detached British realism of the latter. It is the frisson of this combination that gives her work its unique voice.
The House in Paris takes place over one day, as 11-year-old Henrietta and 9-year-old Leopold pass through the home of Miss Naomi Fisher and her ailing mother. The children do not know each other; the orphaned Henrietta is en route to visit her grandmother, and needs a place to stop, while Leopold is to meet his mother for the first time today, after having been raised by family friends in Italy. Both children's unusual circumstances are joined by their respective mothers' friendships with Miss Fisher. In the repressive atmosphere of the house, secrets unfold amongst these four unnerved characters and their ultimate guest.
Bowen's style is perhaps best described as "detached", somewhere on that mid-20th century spectrum of writers whom I adore so, whose characters are financially "comfortable" but often on a downward trajectory, and whose speech - clipped yet romantic - invites the reader to fill in the silences. If you have tasted the sweet delights of Murdoch and Durrell, of Penelope Fitzgerald and Barbara Pym, seek comfort here. If your preferences lean in the other direction, Bowen may not be for you! Says one of the characters: "I cannot live in a love affair, I am busy and grasping. I am not English; you know I am nervous the whole time. I could not endure being conscious of anyone. Naomi is like furniture or the dark. I should pity myself if I did not marry her."
"The Present" takes up about half of this short novel, but the meat of Bowen's story is in the central section, "The Past". The true details of Naomi Fisher's youth, of Leopold's provenance, of Madame Fisher in her prime, are interspersed in the details of a love affair as delicate as a hothouse flower. Bowen tears at the fragile stitches of these characters, revealing flesh that is bruised and sore. The content of the book - and, in truth, sometimes its individual moments - could be found in a lesser soft romance novel of the period. But Bowen's prose refuses to be cowed. She slips between tenses, surprises us with changes in narrative voice and tone, and generally keeps the atmosphere on the thinnest ice.
Unsettling, but beautiful.… (mais)
Reason read: Special event/Reading 1001
Elizabeth Bowen born in Dublin, Ireland is an Anglo/Irish author. This was her fifth novel.
Plot/Setting: the setting is one day in the house in Paris, two children meet. Henrietta who is on her way to meet her grandmother and Leopold who is supposed to meet his birth mother for the first time.
Structure: the book is divided in to three; first and third part are titled present. The middle part is the past which explores the background of Leopold's mother through the imaginary (fictitious memory) or Leopold. In the middle section we visit London and Naomi and Karen and Max. A triangle. Max and Karen scene in the back garden, Naomi serving tea. The blades of grass standing back up. The sunlight through the tree. A lot of interesting stuff in this middle section.
The third section opens back with "Your mother is not coming". Ms Fisher tells Leopold the truth. Leopold meets Ray.
This is a five star book, highly recommended and deserving to be owned and annotated.… (mais)
Elizabeth Bowen born in Dublin, Ireland is an Anglo/Irish author. This was her fifth novel.
Plot/Setting: the setting is one day in the house in Paris, two children meet. Henrietta who is on her way to meet her grandmother and Leopold who is supposed to meet his birth mother for the first time.
Structure: the book is divided in to three; first and third part are titled present. The middle part is the past which explores the background of Leopold's mother through the imaginary (fictitious memory) or Leopold. In the middle section we visit London and Naomi and Karen and Max. A triangle. Max and Karen scene in the back garden, Naomi serving tea. The blades of grass standing back up. The sunlight through the tree. A lot of interesting stuff in this middle section.
The third section opens back with "Your mother is not coming". Ms Fisher tells Leopold the truth. Leopold meets Ray.
This is a five star book, highly recommended and deserving to be owned and annotated.… (mais)
How sharply and poignantly the writing cuts. This book is a gorgeous vessel full of poison and (mostly) despicable people. There is a keen reading pleasure to be had, though, despite the cruelty.
Oh, those polite conversations over tea – fine china, scones, crumpets, it’s all there. There are gaping maws underneath all that polish, and they will swallow you whole if you are not careful.
“One thing one must learn is, how to confront people that at that particular moment one cannot bear to meet.”
“In that airy vivacious house, all mirrors and polish, there was no place where the shadows lodged, no point where feeling could thicken.”
Even when the object is Eddie (=let me teach you everything you need to know about abusive relationships, and aren’t you a darling to let me, aren’t you sweet…), I do like things Bowen has to say about love. “One solid pleasure of love is to check up together on what has happened.”
As soon as Portia appears on the page for the first time, you know that she will break, that she will dissolve – the question is only of how, not if and when. Bowen has no mercy for anyone. Portia puts sharp knives of her clear-eyed innocence into the empty people around her, and they cannot take it.
It is so right that this novel should end with a door opening.
P.S. I should definitely read more Bowen, being careful not to overdose.… (mais)
Oh, those polite conversations over tea – fine china, scones, crumpets, it’s all there. There are gaping maws underneath all that polish, and they will swallow you whole if you are not careful.
“One thing one must learn is, how to confront people that at that particular moment one cannot bear to meet.”
“In that airy vivacious house, all mirrors and polish, there was no place where the shadows lodged, no point where feeling could thicken.”
Even when the object is Eddie (=let me teach you everything you need to know about abusive relationships, and aren’t you a darling to let me, aren’t you sweet…), I do like things Bowen has to say about love. “One solid pleasure of love is to check up together on what has happened.”
As soon as Portia appears on the page for the first time, you know that she will break, that she will dissolve – the question is only of how, not if and when. Bowen has no mercy for anyone. Portia puts sharp knives of her clear-eyed innocence into the empty people around her, and they cannot take it.
It is so right that this novel should end with a door opening.
P.S. I should definitely read more Bowen, being careful not to overdose.… (mais)
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- Obras
- 73
- Also by
- 77
- Membros
- 8,138
- Popularidade
- #2,974
- Avaliação
- 3.8
- Resenhas
- 172
- ISBNs
- 265
- Idiomas
- 7
- Favorito
- 16
The weakest part of the book is the character of Robert, the lover of the protagonist Stella: there was simply not enough development to allow him to be anything more than a vague representative of disenchantment, of a desperate desire for Something Else. His reveal is anticlimactic at best, an afterthought at worst. It isn’t so much that a reader may not like any of the characters (I have never understood why that should be an issue) it’s that it would be hard to care one way or another about what happens to them.
This book is neither a ‘thriller’ not anything approaching Woolf or Graham Greene, despite the front cover blurb. Despite some excellent passages, the concept of the book outshines its execution. There is enough promise in the book to encourage reading Bowen’s other work.… (mais)