Cuentos escogidos El ombú, Historia de un overo, El niño dia - William Henry Hudson

Autor: William Henry Hudson

Editorial: Letemendía Casa Editora

Año: 2009

ISBN: 9789871316199

Encuadernación: blanda

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Hudson nacio en la provincia de Buenos Aires en 1841, hijo de padres norteamericanos y nieto de ingleses (del condado de Devon.) En nuestro pais fue naturalista, sobre todo ornitologo y dejo a la Argentina a los treinta y tres anos de edad para establecerse en Inglaterra hasta su muerte en 1922, probablemente con la esperanza de trabajar en ciencia, pues estaba vinculado con la Royal Zoological Society y en su pais natal de entonces no tenia posibilidades. En Londres se destaco como escritor en idioma ingles. Es autor de numerosos libros, algunos de narrativa (como el cuento que llamo ''El Ombu'') y en su mayor parte de ensayos sobre naturaleza. ''Alla lejos y hace tiempo'' cuenta sus experiencias primeras en la Argentina en plena epoca de Rosas; ''Dias de ocio en Patagonia'', las de su viaje juvenil a esa zona; ''Aves del Plata'', es lo que el titulo indica y publico muchos sobre pajaros ingleses: ''Birds in London'', ''Birds and man'', ''Adventures among birds'', ''British birds'', son ejemplos. ''La tierra purpurea'' es una novela que sucede en Uruguay; ''Mansiones verdes'', otra, mas fantasiosa, en la Guayana Inglesa. Tambien novela es ''Una edad de cristal'' que se podria considerar ciencia ficcion. Fue muy valorado en Londres por los escritores contemporaneos; era amigo de Conrad, Cunninghame Graham, Galsworthy, Wells, Henry James. Conrad dijo de Hudson ''escribia como crece el pasto'', aludiendo a la facilidad y sencillez de su prosa. Ningun autor lo supero en el ensayo sobre la naturaleza en su pais donde ese genero abunda durante siglos, resultado de recorrer los pueblos del sur de Inglaterra en su primer periodo en Londres, que fue de gran pobreza. Mas etologo y observador de aves que cientifico, supo describir los habitos de estas, en los dos paises en que vivio, con suprema exactitud y admirable elegancia.
Review
1. I take up pen for this foreword with the fear of one who knows that he cannot do justice to his subject, and the trembling of one who would not, for a good deal, set down words unpleasing to the eye of him who wrote Green Mansions, The Purple Land, and all those other books which have meant so much to me. For of all living authors--now that Tolstoi has gone--I could least dispense with W. H. Hudson. Why do I love his writing so? I think because he is, of living writers that I read, the rarest spirit, and has the clearest gift of conveying to me the nature of that spirit. Writers are to their readers little new worlds to be explored; and each traveller in the realms of literature must needs have a favourite hunting-ground, which, in his good will--or perhaps merely in his egoism--he would wish others to share with him. The great and abiding misfortunes of most of us writers are twofold: We are, as worlds, rather common tramping-ground for our readers, rather tame territory; and as guides and dragomans thereto we are too superficial, lacking clear intimacy of expression; in fact--like guide or dragoman--we cannot let folk into the real secrets, or show them the spirit, of the land. Now, Hudson, whether in a pure romance like this Green Mansions, or in that romantic piece of realism The Purple Land, or in books like Idle Days in Patagonia, Afoot in England, The Land's End, Adventures among Birds, A Shepherd's Life, and all his other nomadic records of communings with men, birds, beasts, and Nature, has a supreme gift of disclosing not only the thing he sees but the spirit of his vision. Without apparent effort he takes you with him into a rare, free, natural world, and always you are refreshed, stimulated, enlarged, by going there. He is of course a distinguished naturalist, probably the most acute, broad-minded, and understanding observer of Nature living. And this, in an age of specialism, which loves to put men into pigeonholes and label them, has been a misfortune to the reading public, who seeing the label Naturalist, pass on, and take down the nearest novel. Hudson has indee"