Ergebnis für "Halen" in Journalisten, Redakteure & Verleger

After a nearly fatal bout of appendicitis, Hal Borland decided to leave the city behind and move with his wife to a farmhouse in rural Connecticut. Their new home on one hundred acres inspired Borland to return to nature. In this masterpiece of American nature writing, he describes such wonders as the peace of a sky full of stars, the breathless beauty of blossoming plants, the way rain swishes as it hits a river, and the invigorating renewal brought by the changing seasons. The delights of nature as Borland observes them seem boundless, and his sense of awe is contagious.

Country Editor's Boy picks up where Hal Borland's classic memoir High, Wide and Lonesome left off: with Borland, on the cusp of adulthood in the early twentieth century, making his way in an eastern Colorado town that still retained all the flavors of the Old West. Borland's father, the editor of a local weekly newspaper, was working to help his publication transition along with the town around him. At the same time, young Hal was experiencing dramatic social and economic change in his own way.

In this memoir of a lost America, Hal Borland tells the story of his family's migration to eastern Colorado as homesteaders at the turn of the twentieth century. On an unsettled and unwelcoming prairie landscape, the Borlands build a house, plant crops, and eke out a meager existence. While life is difficult—and self-reliance is necessary with no neighbors for miles—the experience brings the family close and binds them closer to the terrible and beautiful natural patterns that govern their lives.

"Jeg tog en af de store, brune kuverter. Pillede lige så forsigtigt ved åbningen, lirkede den stille op og trak forsigtigt papirerne ud (...) Der var mange svære ord, men på et sted stod mit navn. Ben-te. Det kunne jeg kende. Foran mit navn stod nogle ord, som jeg stavede mig igennem. Det u-æg-te-fød-te barn. Uægte, det vidste jeg godt, hvad var. Uægte var ikke godt, og det var ikke rigtigt. Og det var i hvert fald ikke fint. Og det var altså det, jeg var. UÆGTE."