The Underdogs - Couverture souple

Azuela, Mariano

Couverture souple

ISBN 10 : 1595406786 ISBN 13 : 9781595406781

Editeur : AuthorHouse, 2004

Synopsis

Achetez l'un des livres classiques de la 1st World Library et aidez à soutenir notre bibliothèque Internet gratuite de livres électroniques téléchargeables. Visitez-nous en ligne à www.1stWorldLibrary.ORG - - Mariano Azuela, le premier des «romanciers de la Révolution», est né à Lagos de Moreno, Jalisco, Mexique, en 1873. Il a étudié la médecine à Guadalajara et est retourné à Lagos en 1909, où il a commencé la pratique de sa profession. Il a commencé sa carrière d'écrivain tôt ; en 1896, il a publié Impressions d'un étudiant dans un hebdomadaire de Mexico. Il fut suivi de nombreux croquis et nouvelles, et en 1911 par son premier roman, Andres Perez, maderista. Comme la plupart des jeunes libéraux, il a soutenu le soulèvement de Francisco I. Madero, qui a renversé la dictature de Porfirio Diaz, et en 1911 a été nommé directeur de l'éducation de l'État de Jalisco. Après l'assassinat de Madero, il a rejoint l'armée de Pancho Villa en tant que médecin, et sa connaissance de la Révolution a été acquise de première main. Lorsque les forces contre-révolutio-naires de Victoriano Huerta triomphent temporairement, il émigra à El Paso, au Texas, où en 1915 il écrivit The Underdogs (Los de abajo), qui n'a reçu une reconnaissance générale qu'en 1924, quand il a été salué comme le roman de la Révolution.

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Extrait

I

That's no animal, I tell you! . . . Listen to Palomo barking! It must be a human being.

The woman stared into the darkness of the sierra.

"What if they're Federals?," said a man who sat squatting and eating, a coarse earthenware plate in his right hand, three folded tortillas in the other.

The woman made no answer; all her senses were directed outside the hut.

The beat of horses' hoofs rang in the quarry nearby. Palomo barked again, louder and more angrily.

"Well, Demetrio, I think you had better hide, all the same."

Stolidly, the man finished eating; he reached for a water jug and gulped down the water in it. Then he stood up.

"Your rifle is under the mat," she whispered.

A tallow candle illumined the small room. In one corner stood a plow, a yoke, a goad, and other agricultural implements. An old adobe mold hung by ropes from the roof and served as a bed; on it a child slept, covered with rags.

Demetrio buckled his cartridge belt about his waist and picked up his rifle. Tall and well built, with a sanguine, beardless face, he wore shirt and trousers of white cloth, a broad-brimmed straw hat, and leather sandals.

With slow, measured step, he left the room, vanishing into the impenetrable darkness of the night.

Palomo, excited to the point of fury, had jumped over the corral fence. Suddenly a shot rang out. The dog moaned, then barked no more.

Men on horseback rode up, shouting and swearing. Two of them dismounted, while the other hung back to watch the horses.

"Hey, there, woman, we want food! Eggs, milk, beans, anything you've got! We're starving!"

"Damned sierra! It would take the Devil himself not to lose his way!"

"Sergeant, even the Devil would go astray if he were as drunk as you are."

One of them wore chevrons on his shoulders, the other red stripes on his sleeves.

"Whose place is this, old woman? . . . What the . . . Isn't anybody home?"

"What about that light and that child there? Look here, woman, we want to eat, and damn quick, too! Are you coming out, or are we going to make you?"

"You swine! You've gone and killed my dog! What harm did he ever do you? What did you have against him, poor little Palomo!"

The woman reentered the house, dragging the dog behind her, very white and fat, with lifeless eyes and limp body.

"Look at those cheeks, Sergeant! Don't get riled, light of my life: I swear I'll turn your home into a dovecote, see? But by God!"

"Don't look so haughty, dear, Banish all fear Look at me lovingly Light of my eyes."

The officer finished singing in his tipsy voice.

"Tell me what they call this ranch, woman?" the sergeant asked.

"Lima," the woman replied curtly, carrying wood to the fire and fanning the coals.

"So we're in Lima, eh, the famous Demetrio Macases country, eh? . . . Do you hear that, Lieutenant? We're in Lima."

"Lima? What the hell do I care? If I'm bound for hell, Sergeant, I might as well go there now . . . now that I have such a good mount. Look at the cheeks on that darling, look at them! There's a pair of ripe red apples for a fellow to bite into!"

"I'll wager you know that bandit, lady. . . . I was in the pen with him at Escobedo."

"Bring me a bottle of tequila, Sergeant; I've decided to spend the night with this little brunette. . . . What's that? The colonel? . . . Why talk about the colonel now? He can go straight to hell. And if he doesn't like it, it's all right with me. Come on, Sergeant, tell the corporal outside to unsaddle the horses and feed them. I'll stay here. Listen, my girl, you let the sergeant fry the eggs and warm up the tortillas; you come here to me. See this wallet full of nice new bills? They're all for you, darling. Sure, I want you to have them. Imagine! I'm drunk, see, a little, and that's why I'm kind of hoarse. . . . I left half my gullet down Guadalajara way, and I've been spitting the other half out all the way up here. Oh, well, who cares? But I want you to have that money. Hey, Sergeant, where's my bottle? Darling, you're awfully far away. Come closer and pour yourself a drink. You won't, eh? Afraid of your . . . er . . . husband . . . or whatever he is? Well, if he's skulking in some hole, you tell him to come out. What the hell do I care? I'm not scared of rats, see!"

Suddenly a white shadow loomed on the dark threshold.

Biographie de l'auteur

Beth E. Jörgensen is an associate professor of Spanish at the University of Rochester. She is the author of The Writings of Elena Poniatowska: Engaging Dialogues, and articles on Poniatowska, Margo Glantz, and Benita Galeana.

Ilán Stavans is a professor of Spanish at Amherst College and the author of On Borrowed Words: A Memoir of Language and The Hispanic Condition, as well as the editor of The Oxford Book of Jewish Stories. He has been a National Book Critics Circle Award nominee and the recipient of a Guggenheim Fellowship.

Détails de l'édition

• Éditeur: AuthorHouse
• Date d'édition: 2004
• Langue: anglais
• ISBN 10: 1595406786
• ISBN 13: 9781595406781
• Reliure: Broché
• Nombre de pages: 196
• Coordonnées du fabricant: non disponible
• Personne responsable: non disponible