Willa Cather eBooks
eBooks di Willa Cather editi da Skyline di Formato Epub
Nacque in Virginia ma presto si trasferì con la famiglia a Red Cloud, in Nebraska. Prima di dedicarsi totalmente alla scrittura, insegnò alla scuola superiore di Pittsburgh, dove scrisse per un giornale locale; dal 1906 lavorò per il «McClure’s Magazine» a New York. Nel 1923 vinse il Premio Pulitzer con il romanzo Uno dei nostri. Si trasferì quindi in Europa e soggiornò a lungo in Francia, ad Avignone. Il mio nemico mortale fu pubblicato per la prima volta nel 1926.
My Antonia. E-book. Formato EPUB Willa Cather - Skyline, 2018 -
I FIRST HEARD OF Antonia on what seemed to me an interminable journey across the great midland plain of North America. I was ten years old then; I had lost both my father and mother within a year, and my Virginia relatives were sending me out to my grandparents, who lived in Nebraska. I travelled in the care of a mountain boy, Jake Marpole, one of the ‘hands’ on my father’s old farm under the Blue Ridge, who was now going West to work for my grandfather. Jake’s experience of the world was not much wider than mine. He had never been in a railway train until the morning when we set out together to try our fortunes in a new world.
O Pioneers!. E-book. Formato EPUB Willa Cather - Skyline, 2018 -
One January day, thirty years ago, the little town of Hanover, anchored on a windy Nebraska tableland, was trying not to be blown away. A mist of fine snowflakes was curling and eddying about the cluster of low drab buildings huddled on the gray prairie, under a gray sky. The dwelling-houses were set about haphazard on the tough prairie sod; some of them looked as if they had been moved in overnight, and others as if they were straying off by themselves, headed straight for the open plain. None of them had any appearance of permanence, and the howling wind blew under them as well as over them. The main street was a deeply rutted road, now frozen hard, which ran from the squat red railway station and the grain “elevator” at the north end of the town to the lumber yard and the horse pond at the south end. On either side of this road straggled two uneven rows of wooden buildings; the general merchandise stores, the two banks, the drug store, the feed store, the saloon, the post-office. The board sidewalks were gray with trampled snow, but at two o’clock in the afternoon the shopkeepers, having come back from dinner, were keeping well behind their frosty windows.