Ë Read ì Travels with a Donkey in the Cévennes by Robert Louis Stevenson Ý Ok In terms of travel narratives, have read better and interesting Actually had a hard time getting through of it, found it a bit of a slog But in terms of descriptive language, my god, the pictures this man paints with his words Stevenson talaga So I can t totally dismiss this book So Right down the middle I guess Three stars.
Non so perch Stevenson, che sempre stato cagionevole di salute, abbia deciso di intraprendere questo viaggio proprio in autunno e non in una stagione pi mite, ma i dodici giorni trascorsi nelle Cevenne in sua compagnia e di Modestine sono stati una continua meraviglia.
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be CWzrABouyeE The Wild Cevennes Region Of France Forms The Backdrop For The Pioneering Travelogue Travels With A Donkey, Written By A Young Robert Louis Stevenson Ever Hopeful Of Encountering The Adventure He Yearned For And Raising Much Needed Finance At The Start Of His Writing Career, Stevenson Embarked On The Mile, Day Trek And Recorded His Experiences In This Journal His Only Companion For The Trip Was A Predictably Stubborn Donkey Called Modestine Travels With A Donkey Gives The Reader A Rare Glimpse Of The Character Of The Author, And The Journalistic And Often Comical Style Of Writing Is In Refreshing Contrast To Stevenson S Famous Works This little book shares the adventures of Robert Louis Stevenson and his donkey Modestine during their journey through the Cevennes region of France RLS had no donkey driving experience before this trip, and if I had endured his terrible first days in person, I would have run screaming into the forest never to return But he persevered, and with the kindly help of a local peasant who made him a goad to encourage dear Modestine in her forward motion, the rest of the trip was not nearly so horrific for any of us.
I got mad at RLS once when after a few days of being out on the road, unloading and loading Modestine, a peasant points out to him the sores between her legs and under her tail Sores which the peasant said came from being overloaded Now I understand a rookie donkey driver not comprehending things like balancing a load properly, but how can anyone not notice gallsores when they are tying straps and supposedly caring for the poor beast in their down time But RLS definitely made up for that when he admitted to feeding Modestine her bread by hand, and he picked a lot of chestnut leaves for her one night, and even shed unashamed tears after he sold her at the end of his walk RLS embraced every moment of his trip sleeping under the stars at times that was okay except for when he stayed under some chestnut trees one night and later learned that the noises he heard had been rats and other times mixing with the locals at the village inn He visited Le Pont de Montvert of bloody memory and why was the memory bloody It was the center of a rebellion by French Protestants against the Catholics of the time this war was called the rebellion of the Camisards, for the linen shirts the Protestants wore I don t remember quite so much detail about the religious history from the last time I read this book, but it was quite a few years ago and most likely I did not pay much attention to those sections I found them much interesting this time around, especially since RLS seemed to feel that the people had learned to get along, live together, and respect each other even with their different religions Wouldn t it be nice if the whole world today could do the same Small time in Florac Time to read again this book With Modestine the dunkey He crossed this poor and austere area from the north catholic G vaudan to the South Protestant Cevennes He delivers to us very fine observation on people and country Especially, his glance on inhabitant s opinion is very accute It gives to his travel an initiatic dimension But 135 years later, has the mentalities really changed Not sure.
The trauma of the Religion Wars is well always present The character who confidentially acknowledges to be catholic would undoubtedly make in the same way currently Always with Stevenson, just published in France the diary of his second wife, Charmian It is also the log book of the Snark their boat during their travel in Oceania I have order it Charmian was the right equal of Stevenson Great woman.
Every book is, in an intimate sense, a circular letter to the friends of him who writes it They alone take his meaning they find private messages, assurances of love, and expressions of gratitude, dropped for them in every corner The public is but a generous patron who defrays the postage.
In the summer of 1878, Robert Louis Stevenson turned his back on Paris and headed south His love affair with an American woman, several years his senior, had apparently failed Too depressed to write, he decided to walk off his blues in some rugged country In the foothill town of Monastier he bought a donkey, a diminutive mouse colored beast he named Modestine, and in her reluctant company, he strolled off into the high pastures of the C vennes The result of these adventures, the aptly named Travels with a Donkey in the C vennes 1879 , is a private love letter to the women who had left him and a public observance of nature s beauty, all interlaced with a light history of politics and faith in the region Stevenson, nearing thirty, had already traveled considerably throughout Europe, but a sustained overland journey on foot was something new to him He undertook this twelve day ramble to settle his heart and his thoughts For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go I travel for travel s sake The great affair is to move to feel the needs and hitches of our life nearly to come down off this featherbed of civilisation, and find the globe granite underfoot and strewn with cutting flints To hold a pack upon a pack saddle against a gale out of the freezing north is no high industry, but it is one that serves to occupy and compose the mind He must have appeared odd A priest and his acolytes inspecting a church laughed out loud as the tramp and his donkey passed by Their two shadows were comically deformed, his with a knapsack, hers with an enormous sleeping bag stuffed with a leg of cold mutton, a bottle of Beaujolais, an egg beater for eggnog, Stevenson s favorite drink , bread both black and white, changes of clothing, a coat, blanket, books, and a permanent larder of chocolate and tinned Bologna sausage Some villagers refused to guide him, a little girl stuck out her tongue, and all the while Modestine behaved, predictably, like an ass.
But most of the people he met were kind and helpful, and the September countryside was in its autumn beauty Even the nights spent camped along the road were magical Night is a dead monotonous period under a roof but in the open world it passes lightly, with its stars and dews and perfumes, and the hours are marked by changes in the face of Nature The next morning, giddy with beauty that surrounded him, he scattered money on the turf to pay for his night s lodging Can he escape the memories of the woman he loves No Everything reminds him of Fanny Even in the wild mountains of G vaudan his thoughts run back to her And to live out of doors with the woman a man loves is of all lives the most complete and free Love is the great amulet which makes the world a garden What did Fanny make of the book That s unclear But Stevenson, fortified by the profit earned by the sale of the manuscript, followed her across an ocean and a continent, and eventually won her lasting love.
Until now I never rightly understood Borges fascination with Stevenson s prose But after reading Travels with a Donkey, I have to admit I was charmed by Stevenson s breezy style and modest tone even when I was a little disturbed by how closely Stevenson s difficult dealings with Modestine reflected his trying relationship with Fanny Travels with a Donkey set the model for some of the excellent British travel writers that soon would follow It s hard not to hear Stevenson s cheerful, self deprecating voice carried over into Jerome K Jerome s Three Men in a Boat or Eric Newby s A Short Walk in the Hindu Kush In fact, I was so enchanted by this short book, I read it twice in as many days.
Despite the advice and concerns of his wife and the friend dragged along on his last travel book, Stevenson decides to hike through rural France.
A couple days of hiking lead to the idea that he should buy a donkey to carry his baggage and everything will go smoothly.
Funny and entertaining, as Stevenson, who loves travel, but is a complete amateur stumbles through his travels Gives us a look at the way the world was then, as he trudges through small villages and visits a monastery.
Plus, you realize just hiking through the French countryside in an era before cars, cell phones, electric lights or even handy paperback travel books is quite an adventure The chapter where he and the donkey get lost and try to reach their destination after dark is quite intense and a bit scary, despite the fact that a mere couple miles separates the two places he s traveling between In the woods, at night, he might as well be lost in the jungle.
Interesting book, but he has a tendency to write about places like everyone will know where he s talking about and it left me a bit lost in spots, until he mentioned a place name I did recognize.
This is a travel journal of R.
Stevenson written than hundred years ago.
The journey was completed within twelve days.
So the book doesn t have many pages.
What is actually has is a lot of humour in the beginning sometimes one can even find oneself laughing.
But as the book progresses,the humour gives way to religious debates and description which seem pretty nonsensical at present.
There is a significant usage of French words which also rubs off the reader s interest.
So this is a book for a Stevenson fan or a historical travelogue fan.
My rating is average.
Robert Louis Stevenson s account of his 12 day hike through the C vennes mountains in Southern France, accompanied only by his determined and sometimes stubborn donkey Modestine.