Willa Cather eBooks
eBooks di Willa Cather editi da Librorium Editions
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.
Death Comes for the Archbishop. E-book. Formato EPUB Willa Cather - Librorium Editions, 2023 -
ONE summer evening in the year 1848 three Cardinals and a missionary Bishop from America were dining together in the gardens of a villa in the Sabine hills, overlooking Rome. The villa was famous for the fine view from its terrace. The hidden garden in which the four men sat at table lay some twenty feet below the south end of this terrace, and was a mere shelf of rock, overhanging a steep declivity planted with vineyards. A flight of stone steps connected it with the promenade above. The table stood in a sanded square, among potted orange and oleander trees, shaded by spreading ilex oaks that grew out of the rocks overhead. Beyond the balustrade was the drop into the air, and far below the landscape stretched soft and undulating; there was nothing to arrest the eye until it reached Rome itself.
Youth and the Bright Medusa. E-book. Formato EPUB Willa Cather - Librorium Editions, 2021 -
Don Hedger had lived for four years on the top floor of an old house on the south side of Washington Square, and nobody had ever disturbed him. He occupied one big room with no outside exposure except on the north, where he had built in a many-paned studio window that looked upon a court and upon the roofs and walls of other buildings. His room was very cheerless, since he never got a ray of direct sunlight; the south corners were always in shadow. In one of the corners was a clothes closet, built against the partition, in another a wide divan, serving as a seat by day and a bed by night. In the front corner, the one farther from the window, was a sink, and a table with two gas burners where he sometimes cooked his food. There, too, in the perpetual dusk, was the dog’s bed, and often a bone or two for his comfort.