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Club de lectura en inglés

20 01 2009

En diciembre hemos leído la historia corta del autor irlandés John B. Keane. ” The woman who passed herself out”. Hay copia de la historia e información sobre el autor en la carpeta del club de lectura en la biblioteca.

What have the readers said about the story? ” In general, they liked the story, although they found it a bit difficult to read at the beginning. But after a second reading they could understand it without any problems. Some club members enjoyed the humorous moments . The ending, somewhat magical, was not expected by most of the club readers.”

Si quieres informarte sobre John B. Keane, haz click en el nombre y podrás leer su biografía.

Hace unos años se hizo una película de una de sus novelas. The Field, un relato muy interesante y lleno de sorprendentes reacciones en la Irlanda rural.

En Enero viajamos al contiente africano de la mano de una novelista contemporánea que ha recibido entre otros premios, el premio Príncipe de Asturias y el Nobel de literatura.

Doris Lessing

Vamos a leer la historia, NO WITCHCRAFT FOR SALE. No está disponible online, pero hay una copia en la biblioteca si os interesa leerla.

Para más información sobre esta autora. Biografía ,

Entrevista con la autora

Si os interesa uniros al grupo, mandad un correo electrónico a argente44@hotmail.com

En Febrero, nos vamos a acercar un poco de puntillas al género del “terror, suspense”… difícil definición para este historia corta de Shirley Jackson titulada The Lottery. Una escritora no muy conocida en España, pero que sí lo es en EEUU, país de origen de esta escritora, de la que se dice ha influenciado al mismísimo Stephen King.

Si deseáis leer la historia online, podéis hacerlo haciendo click aquí. Podéis escuchar la historia en inglés narrado por A. C. Holmes, escritora norteamericana

Más información sobre Shirley Jackson

“The Lottery” es un texto que no te deja impasible y que en el momento de su publicación en la revista New Yorker suscitó una gran polémica en la opinión pública americana.Pero como Shirley Jackson contestó a sus detractores ” Well, it’s just a story”.

Si os apetece leerla y uniros a nuestro club, enviadme un e-mail a argente44@hotmail.com.

Enviadnos vuestros comentarios si sois lectores de las historias de nuestro club y estamos abiertos a sugerencias.

La reunión de marzo será : martes 3 de marzo a las 16.00 en la biblioteca de la EOI Gijón

Próxima reunión del club de lectura en inglés: martes 14 de abril 16.oo en la biblioteca de la EOI Gijón.

The short story will be reading in April is ” The Cask of Amontillado” by Edgard Allan Poe.

Edgar Allan Poe is one of the greatest American short story writers and his 200 anniversary has been celebrated recently. ( He was born in January 1809). It has been really difficult for me , an out-and-out Poe’s fiction lover, to choose the story for the month of April among his collection; and I’m sure most of you have heard of stories like ” The Murders of Rue Morgue” or ” the Fall of the Usher House “, which I do recommend to you if you haven’t read them, so I have selected a story that is not so well-known and in which Poe points out another human weakeness.

There is a copy of the story in the library in our ” Reading Club folder”, but you can read it on-line by clicking:

reading on-line and if you want to listen to the story being read to you click here

Listening

If you want to find out more about Edgard Allan Poe: Click here

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edgar_Allan_Poe

http://www.poemuseum.org/poes_life/index.html

Poe was also a romantic poet and there is one long poem titled Annabel Lee which I think is beautiful, and that was used by songwriters in their songs, for example, the 80s Spanish band ” Radio Futura”, Joan Baez, Marianne Faithful, Steve Nicks, Jim Reeves etc…
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Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Club de lectura en inglés

Doris Lessing

Próxima reunión del club de lectura en inglés: martes 14 de abril 16.oo en la biblioteca de la EOI Gijón.

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

Watch the video

and Radio Futura’s version in Spanish

Listen to the poem

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Club de lectura en inglés

Doris Lessing

Próxima reunión del club de lectura en inglés: martes 14 de abril 16.oo en la biblioteca de la EOI Gijón.

It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love that was more than love- I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsman came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me- Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we- Of many far wiser than we- And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

Watch the video

and Radio Futura’s version in Spanish

Listen to the poem

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It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.