- ペーパーバック: 640ページ
- 出版社: Penguin Classics; Reissue版 (1992/10/1)
- 言語: 英語
- ISBN-10: 9780140186390
- ISBN-13: 978-0140186390
- ASIN: 0140186395
- 発売日： 1992/10/1
- 商品の寸法: 19.6 x 12.7 x 3 cm
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East of Eden (Penguin Twentieth Century Classics) (英語) ペーパーバック – 1992/10/1
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“A novel planned on the grandest possible scale . . . One of those occasions when a writer has aimed high and then summoned every ounce of energy, talent, seriousness, and passion of which he was capable. . . . It is an entirely interesting and impressive book.” —The New York Herald Tribune
“A fantasia and myth . . . A strange and original work of art.” —The New York Times Book Review
“A moving, crying pageant with wilderness strengths.” —Carl Sandburg“When the book club ended a year ago, I said I would bring it back when I found the book that was moving . . . and this is a great one. I read it for myself for the first time and then I had some friends read it. And we think it might be the best novel we've ever read!” —Oprah Winfrey
THE SALINAS VALLEY is in Northern California. It is a long narrow swale between two ranges of mountains, and the Salinas River winds and twists up the center until it falls at last into Monterey Bay.
I remember my childhood names for grasses and secret flowers. I remember where a toad may live and what time the birds awaken in the summer—and what trees and seasons smelled like—how people looked and walked and smelled even. The memory of odors is very rich.
I remember that the Gabilan Mountains to the east of the valley were light gay mountains full of sun and loveliness and a kind of invitation, so that you wanted to climb into their warm foothills almost as you want to climb into the lap of a beloved mother. They were beckoning mountains with a brown grass love. The Santa Lucias stood up against the sky to the west and kept the valley from the open sea, and they were dark and brooding—unfriendly and dangerous. I always found in myself a dread of west and a love of east. Where I ever got such an idea I cannot say, unless it could be that the morning came over the peaks of the Gabilans and the night drifted back from the ridges of the Santa Lucias. It may be that the birth and death of the day had some part in my feeling about the two ranges of mountains.
From both sides of the valley little streams slipped out of the hill canyons and fell into the bed of the Salinas River. In the winter of wet years the streams ran full-freshet, and they swelled the river until sometimes it raged and boiled, bank full, and then it was a destroyer. The river tore the edges of the farm lands and washed whole acres down; it toppled barns and houses into itself, to go floating and bobbing away. It trapped cows and pigs and sheep and drowned them in its muddy brown water and carried them to the sea. Then when the late spring came, the river drew in from its edges and the sand banks appeared. And in the summer the river didn’t run at all above ground. Some pools would be left in the deep swirl places under a high bank. The tules and grasses grew back, and willows straightened up with the flood debris in their upper branches. The Salinas was only a part-time river. The summer sun drove it underground. It was not a fine river at all, but it was the only one we had and so we boasted about it—how dangerous it was in a wet winter and how dry it was in a dry summer. You can boast about anything if it’s all you have. Maybe the less you have, the more you are required to boast.
題名である 『エデンの東』 というのは，楽園を追放されたカインが罪を背負って生きてゆく地のことだ。 旧約聖書におけるカインとアベルの物語で人間は初めて愛と憎しみという感情を抱くようになる。 また筆者の解釈によれば，カインを追放するとき神様は初めて “You may〜” という言葉をつかい，人間の意思というものを尊重する。 つまり本当の意味での 『人間』 が誕生するのはカインが楽園を追放されたときであり，カインが向かった 『エデンの東』 とは，まさに 『人間の生きる世界』 ということなのだろう。
I also recommend: Anna Karenina and Disciples of Fortune-these are two other classic works
I also recommend: Anna Karenina and Disciples of Fortune―these are two other classic works.
This is a wonderful book. Part novel, part autobiography, part philosophy journal. As often with Steinbeck there are some morals to learn. Some people strive for wealth at all cost but it doesn’t make them happy. Some people are better suited to being leaders, some are better suited to following them. Some will bumble through life, not make lots of money, but earn the respect and love of others. Others will have lots of money but nobody would speak well of them if they died.
Fascinating insight into the human mind and definitely recommended.
Not the easiest book to get into so make a start when you have a few hours to spare.
I give up. In The Grapes of Wrath at least there was some glorious writing amid the misery, but here the writing ranges from mediocre to poor, with some of the most unrealistic dialogue I’ve ever read. The Chinaman who manages to convey all the worst stereotyping while supposedly showing how silly the stereotyping is. The ranchers who sit around discussing the meaning of the Bible, including varying translations of the original Hebrew. The spell-it-out-in-case-you-miss-it religious symbolism laid on with a trowel. The women who are all victims or prostitutes or both. The casual racism. And the misery. The misery. Oh, woe is me, the misery!
Looking at my notes for my first reading session of about fifty pages, I see that one man lost his leg in war, one wife died of suicide after contracting gonorrhoea from her adulterous husband, wife #2 is dying of consumption, one brother beat another to a pulp, and a father has gone off after his son with a shotgun. Admittedly no one could say nothing ever happens, but it’s hardly a barrel of laughs. At this point I was wondering if the rise in use of anti-depressants could be dated to the time when Steinbeck was included on the curricula of schools and colleges.
Then there’s the evil woman – you know, the one who destroys good men by tempting them with her nasty womanly sex stuff. Not that I’d call Steinbeck a misogynist, exactly – he really hates all of humanity. But his hatred of men is pretty much all to do with violence and greed while with his women it’s all to do with sex and with their little habit of causing the downfall of men. Not that the women enjoy any of it – by my reckoning at least three of them killed themselves, a couple contracted sexually transmitted diseases, several were beaten up by various men and the solitary “happy” one had a stream of children and spent her entire life in drudgery, cooking and cleaning and then watching her children go off and make a miserable mess of their lives.
I do feel sorry for Steinbeck – I assume he must have had a rotten life. But I’ve decided to stop allowing him to strangle my hard won joie de vivre while emptying my half-full glass. I finished this one, and sadly feel that it wasn’t worth the effort – and boy, was it an effort! Into each life some rain must fall, for sure, but Steinbeck is a deluge. I’m putting up my umbrella, and writing Steinbeck off my reading list permanently. And I feel happier already...
It's just the wave after wave of 'history' and new generations; it didn't help that the portrayal of at least two of the women seemed so stereotypical - and not in a good way all the time.
Perhaps my attention-span is too short?
I found myself totally immersed in East of Eden, its flawed characters (some lovable for all that, some the reverse), the world naturally moving from one generation to the next, the human dramas, successes and injustices, the struggles for survival against the folly of Man and the forces of Nature. Steinbeck's insights into the human condition remain thought provoking even in the 21st century.
I found most of the characters likeable, which pulls you through the novel, but the monsters in the mix keep up the tension brilliantly.
I suspect this is a book I shall periodically re-read. However, the over-long analysis in the foreword almost put me off reading it altogether, so I skipped that and found it more useful to read after I'd finished the novel itself.
I was half expecting to be bogged down in the philosophical arguments that crop up throughout, but I found myself immersed in the discussions. 'Timshel' is a fascinating concept, and really challenges the mind to consider personal responsibility, choice and will.
I liked Grapes of Wrath in its way and can appreciate why it was so well received, but I was glad when I finished it. East of Eden on the other hand flows so much better, and engages the reader from the first page. A must read.
What I wasn't expecting from this book was how easy it was to read. I don't know why but for some reason I expected to somehow have to work at the text but after a couple of chapters (which were hard to get into) I read through this book very quickly and found it quite a page turner. Steinbeck even left some cliffhangers at the end of some chapters leaving me to think 'Oh OK just one more chapter then'. Lets face it; there's nothing like a good family saga to keep a reader interested.
Of course there is plenty of other stuff within East of Eden's pages including man's struggle with both good and evil, where evil really stems from and the knock on effect of choices we make today. All the characters are flawed in their way (even the seemingly good and pure ones) and are three dimensional. The only exception to this is the character of Cathy Trask who is pure evil personified but whom I enjoyed reading about (almost like I couldn't look away.) Cathy's son Cal is probably the most complex character in the book as he struggles the most with his inner demons and he was also the character which I was most behind. Cal is flawed and is capable of being cruel when he wants to be but at the same time capable of great acts of kindness, perhaps because of this I wanted him out of everyone to choose to be a better man.
The Hamilton family is used to good effect as a contrast to the Trask Family and Steinbeck was also able to weave his own personal family history into the book through the Hamiltons. Like all epic stories told over generations there are the usual marriages, births and deaths and the dreaded sense that history can repeat itself. One of my favourite moments from the book is when Cal faces his mother and says "I don't have to be you." Wonderful stuff.
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But instead of reading the good things others say about it just buy yourself a copy and clear your calendar for a few days - you will be gripped, I promise. The children will go hungry, the dog will be unwalked, work will be phoning wondering where you are...and where you will be is Salinas Valley in California living with the Trasks and Hamiltons. Wishing that you too had known Sam Hamilton, marvelling at the coldness of that woman, smiling at Lee's wisdom and humour and rooting for it all to turn out OK.