(bkz: victoria devri ahlakını eleştirmek)

(grapes of butcher - 13 Mayıs 2009 12:32)

victoria dönemi ingiliz romanları genel olarak toplumsal sorunlar üstünde durmuş, fakat bunu devrimci karakterde değil egemen sınıfın vicdanına seslenme yoluyla yapmıştır.

yaptığım bir sunumda topladığım alt başlıklarla ve kitaplardan alıntılarla özetlemek gerekirse:

hapishaneler:

"i beat the prison dust off my feet as i sauntered to and fro, and ı shook it out of my dress, and i exhaled its air from my lungs. so contaminated did i feel, remembering who was coming, that the coach came quickly after all” pip, newgate hapishanesi'ne ziyaretinden sonra estella'yı beklerken

charles dickens - great expectations

yetimhaneler:

oliver twist'in müzikal adaptasyonu oliver!'dan:
http://www.youtube.com/…iedmmjqda&feature=fvwp&nr=1

charles dickens - oliver twist

hayır amacıyla kurulan okullar:

“my first quarter at lowood seemed an age; and not the golden age either; it comprised an irksome struggle with difficulties in habituating myself to new rules and unwonted tasks. the fear of failure in these points harassed me worse than the physical hardships of my lot; though these were no trifles.”

charlotte bronte- jane eyre

imalathaneler:

(bu konuda ingiliz romanı hatırlayamadığım için jack london'dan alıntı yapmıştım)

“and there, a century and a half ago, originated the modern proletariat," ernest continued. "and the church ignored it. while a slaughter-house was made of the nation by the capitalist, the church was dumb. it did not protest, as to-day it does not protest. as austin lewis* says, speaking of that time, those to whom the command 'feed my lambs' had been given, saw those lambs sold into slavery and worked to death without a protest”

“there is no more horrible page in history than the treatment of the child and women slaves in the english factories in the latter half of the eighteenth century of the christian era. ın such industrial hells arose some of the proudest fortunes of that day.”

jack london - the iron heel

burjuvazi ve aristokrasinin halka yaklaşımı:

“with a wild rattle and clatter, and an inhuman abandonment of consideration not easy to be understood in these days, the carriage dashed through streets and swept round corners, with women screaming before it, and men clutching each other and clutching children out of its way. at last, swooping at a street corner by a fountain, one of its wheels came to a sickening little jolt, and there was a loud cry from a number of voices, and the horses reared and plunged.
but for the latter inconvenience, the carriage probably would not have stopped; carriages were often known to drive on, and leave their wounded behind, and why not? but the frightened valet had got down in a hurry, and there were twenty hands at the horses' bridles.
"what has gone wrong?" said monsieur, calmly looking out.
a tall man in a nightcap had caught up a bundle from among the feet of the horses, and had laid it on the basement of the fountain, and was down in the mud and wet, howling over it like a wild animal.”
"pardon, monsieur the marquis!" said a ragged and submissive man, "it is a child."
"why does he make that abominable noise? ıs it his child?"
"excuse me, monsieur the marquis—it is a pity—yes."
the fountain was a little removed; for the street opened, where it was, into a space some ten or twelve yards square. as the tall man suddenly got up from the ground, and came running at the carriage, monsieur the marquis clapped his hand for an instant on his sword-hilt.
"killed!" shrieked the man, in wild desperation, extending both arms at their length above his head, and staring at him. "dead!"
the people closed round, and looked at monsieur the marquis. there was nothing revealed by the many eyes that looked at him but watchfulness and eagerness; there was no visible menacing or anger. neither did the people say anything; after the first cry, they had been silent, and they remained so. the voice of the submissive man who had spoken, was flat and tame in its extreme submission. monsieur the marquis ran his eyes over them all, as if they had been mere rats come out of their holes.
he took out his purse.
"ıt is extraordinary to me," said he, "that you people cannot take care of yourselves and your children. one or the other of you is for ever in the way. how do ı know what injury you have done my horses. see! give him that."
he threw out a gold coin for the valet to pick up, and all the heads craned forward that all the eyes might look down at it as it fell. the tall man called out again with a most unearthly cry, "dead!”

charles dickens – a tale of two cities

(usuyoruzreyis - 29 Ekim 2013 05:45)

genel olarak bu romanlari okumak, örneğin bir faulkner'i okumaktan çok daha kolaydır. kitabı sabırla okumanız dışında sizden pek birşey beklemezler. ama bütün o karakterlerin ne tür arabalara bindiklerini, kendilerine ne tür içkilerin ikram edildiğini anlamak gibi bir mesele hep vardır. tabi bir de, sürekli karşılaşıp durdukları çeşitli din adamları, çeşitli düzeyde soylular vardır. sonra bir de para var...

(plastic duck - 3 Kasım 2004 23:28)