En cours de chargement...
I had the story, bit by bit, from various people, and, as generally happens in such cases, each time it was a different story.
If you know Starkfield, Massachusetts, you know the post-office. If you know the post-office you must have seen Ethan Frome drive up to it, drop the reins on his hollow-backed bay and drag himself across the brick pavement to the white colonnade; and you must have asked who he was.
It was there that, several years ago, I saw him for the first time; and the sight pulled me up sharp.
Even then he was the most striking figure in Starkfield, though he was but the ruin of a man. It was not so much his great height that marked him, for the "natives" were easily singled out by their lank longitude from the stockier foreign breed: it was the careless powerful look he had, in spite of a lameness checking each step like the jerk of a chain. There was something bleak and unapproachable in his face, and he was so stiffened and grizzled that I took him for an old man and was surprised to hear that he was not more than fifty-two.
I had this from Harmon Gow, who had driven the stage from Bettsbridge to Starkfield in pre-trolley days and knew the chronicle of all the families on his line.
Il n'est jamais trop tard pour découvrir un classique!
Ethan Frome est un personnage brisé par la vie. Interrompant ses études pour s'occuper de sa famille, il voit son père et sa mère décéder. De retour à la ferme, il se marie avec Zeena, qui a si bien soigné sa mère dans ses dernier jours. Rapidement Zeena devient elle aussi souffrante et par la même occasion aigrie et despotique. Jusqu'à l'arrivée de Mattie dans le foyer, radieuse et charmante cousine éloignée qui vient aider à la maison et ouvre tout de suite dans l'esprit d'Ethan la promesse d'une vie moins triste... Engouffrez-vous dans cet univers rugueux où la neige et le vent poussent, embourbent et glacent le sang de personnages que vous n'oublierez pas de sitôt.