Cry, the Beloved CountrySimon and Schuster, 25 nov. 2003 - 320 pages An Oprah Book Club selection, Cry, the Beloved Country, the most famous and important novel in South Africa’s history, was an immediate worldwide bestseller in 1948. Alan Paton’s impassioned novel about a black man’s country under white man’s law is a work of searing beauty. Cry, the beloved country, for the unborn child that is the inheritor of our fear. Let him not love the earth too deeply. Let him not laugh too gladly when the water runs through his fingers, nor stand too silent when the setting sun makes red the veld with fire. Let him not be too moved when the birds of his land are singing, nor give too much of his heart to a mountain or valley. For fear will rob him of all if he gives too much. The eminent literary critic Lewis Gannett wrote, “We have had many novels from statesmen and reformers, almost all bad; many novels from poets, almost all thin. In Alan Paton’s Cry, the Beloved Country the statesman, the poet and the novelist meet in a unique harmony.” Cry, the Beloved Country is the deeply moving story of the Zulu pastor Stephen Kumalo and his son, Absalom, set against the background of a land and a people riven by racial injustice. Remarkable for its lyricism, unforgettable for character and incident, Cry, the Beloved Country is a classic work of love and hope, courage and endurance, born of the dignity of man. |
Table des matières
Section 20 | 130 |
Section 21 | 135 |
Section 22 | 143 |
Section 23 | 152 |
Section 24 | 157 |
Section 25 | 161 |
Section 26 | 167 |
Section 27 | 174 |
Section 9 | 47 |
Section 10 | 55 |
Section 11 | 64 |
Section 12 | 68 |
Section 13 | 78 |
Section 14 | 85 |
Section 15 | 94 |
Section 16 | 101 |
Section 17 | 107 |
Section 18 | 116 |
Section 19 | 123 |
Section 28 | 178 |
Section 29 | 185 |
Section 30 | 197 |
Section 31 | 206 |
Section 32 | 215 |
Section 33 | 223 |
Section 34 | 231 |
Section 35 | 240 |
Section 36 | 245 |
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Expressions et termes fréquents
Absalom Kumalo afraid Afrikaners Alan Paton Alexandra asked Beloved Country Bishop brother called chief child church climbed daughter Diepkloof door eyes Father Vincent fear Gertrude girl gone Goodnight hands Harrison hear heard hills husband inkosana Ixopo Jan Hofmeyr Jarvis Johannesburg John Harrison John Kumalo Judge knew Kumalo looked Kumalo stood land laughed letter Lithebe live maize man’s mean mines Mkize mother Msimangu murder native Ndotsheni never Nkosi Sikelel o’clock Pafuri Parkwold Paton Pietermaritzburg Pimville police pray priest rain reformatory remember save Africa Shanty Town shillings silent small boy smiled Sophiatown sorry South Africa speak spoke stay street talk tell thank things thought Tixo told took turned umfundisi umnumzana Umzimkulu understand valley voice wait walked wife wish woman words young demonstrator young white Zulu
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Page 82 - Hast thou not known ? hast thou not heard, that the Everlasting God, the LORD, the Creator of the ends of the earth, fainteth not, neither is weary ? there is no searching of His understanding.
Page 81 - And I will bring the blind by a way that they knew not, I will lead them in paths that they have not known : I will make darkness light before them, and crooked things straight. These things will I do unto them, and not forsake . them.
Page 81 - I the Lord have called thee in righteousness, and will hold thine hand, and will keep thee and give thee for a covenant of the people, for a light of the Gentiles; to open the blind eyes, to bring out the prisoners from the prison, and them that sit in darkness out of the prison house.
Page 115 - THERE IS A lovely road that runs from Ixopo into the hills. These hills are grass-covered and rolling, and they are lovely beyond any singing of it.
Page 12 - ... wattle plantations, past Stainton, down into Ixopo. The journey had begun. And now the fear back again, the fear of the unknown, the fear of the great city where boys were killed crossing the street, the fear of Gertrude's sickness. Deep down the fear for his son. Deep down the fear of a man who lives in a world not made for him, whose own world is slipping away, dying, being destroyed, beyond any recall.
Page 22 - My friend, I am a Christian. It is not in my heart to hate a white man. It was a white man who brought my father out of darkness. But you will pardon me if I talk frankly to you. The tragedy is not that things are broken. The tragedy is that they are not mended again.
Page 115 - It is well-tended, and not too many cattle feed upon it; not too many fires burn it, laying bare the soil. Stand unshod upon it, for the ground is holy, being even as it came from the Creator. Keep it, guard it, care for it, for it keeps men, guards men, cares for men. Destroy it and man is destroyed.
Page 35 - I have one great fear in my heart, that one day when they turn to loving they will find we are turned to hating.
Page 80 - For the voice was of gold, and the voice had love for the words it was reading. The voice shook and beat and trembled, not as the voice of an old man shakes and beats and trembles, nor as a leaf shakes and beats and trembles, but as a deep bell when it is struck. For it was not only a voice of gold, but it was the voice of a man whose heart was golden, reading from a book of golden words.