Książki Philipa Pullmana.

05.11.04, 21:46
Zaciekawiona sięgnęłam najpierw po "dużą" (w sensie objętości)
fantastykę: "Zorzę północną" i "Zaczarowany nóż". No cóż- kończyłam lekko
znudzona, bardziej z rozpędu i z poczucia obowiązku. Jednak nie dałam się i
drążyłam dalej (zachęcana przez Agnieszkę ;-) ). "Zaskoczyło" przy "Byłem
szczurkiem!... albo Purpurowe panofelki" :-))) Warto było i z przyjemnością
(i zaciekawieniem) podsunę Piotrkowi, żeby zobaczyć jego reakcję, choć raczej
jest to lektura dla trochę starszych dzieci.
Zachęcam do sięgnięcia po tę książkę rodziców i starsze dzieci (takie co
najmniej 10-letnie), lubiących wielowarstwowość i przewrotne zakończenia.
Choć muszę przyznać, że jeden szczegół bardzo mnie irytował: "strój pazia",
który powinien być po prostu "liberią". Najwyraźniej tłumacz ilustracji nie
wziął pod uwagę... A może się czepiam ?
    • kulju Re: Książki Philipa Pullmana. 06.11.04, 16:23
      Czesc Iza,
      Rzeczywiscie to ksiazki troche dla starszych dzieci. Ja czytalam angielska
      wersje "Bylem szczurkiem". Zabawna, wciagajaca. Dobry jezyk.
      Zajrzyj na stone Pullmana www.philip-pullman.com
      Nie wiem czy fragment sie zmiesci, ale moze wkleje dla ciekawych wersji
      angielskiej:

      I Was a Rat

      Old Bob and his wife, Joan, lived by the market in the house where his father
      and grandfather and great-grandfather had lived before him, cobblers all of
      them, and cobbling was Bob's trade too. Joan was a washerwoman, like her mother
      and her grandmother and her great-grandmother, back as far as anyone could
      remember.
      And if they'd had a son, he would have become a cobbler in his turn, and if
      they'd had a daughter, she would have learned the laundry trade, and so the
      world would have gone on. But they'd never had a child, whether boy or girl,
      and now they were getting old, and it seemed less and less likely that they
      ever would, much as they would have liked it.
      One evening as old Joan wrote a letter to her niece and old Bob sat trimming
      the heels of a pair of tiny scarlet slippers he was making for the love of it,
      there came a knock at the door.
      Bob looked up with a jump. "Was that someone knocking?" he said. "What's the
      time?"
      The cuckoo clock answered him before Joan could: ten o'clock. As soon as it had
      finished cuckooing, there came another knock, louder than before.
      Bob lit a candle and went through the dark cobbler's shop to unlock the front
      door.
      Standing in the moonlight was a little boy in a page's uniform. It had once
      been smart, but it was sorely torn and stained, and the boy's face was
      scratched and grubby.
      "Bless my soul!" said Bob. "Who are you?"
      "I was a rat," said the little boy.
      "What did you say?" said Joan, crowding in behind her husband.
      "I was a rat," the little boy said again.
      "You were a--go on with you! Where do you live?" she said. "What's your name?"
      But the little boy could only say, "I was a rat."
      The old couple took him into the kitchen because the night was cold, and sat
      him down by the fire. He looked at the flames as if he'd never seen anything
      like them before.
      "What should we do?" whispered Bob.
      "Feed the poor little soul," Joan whispered back. "Bread and milk, that's what
      my mother used to make for us."
      So she put some milk in a pan to heat by the fire and broke some bread into a
      bowl, and old Bob tried to find out more about the boy.
      "What's your name?" he said.
      "Haven't got a name."
      "Why, everyone's got a name! I'm Bob, and this is Joan, and that's who we are,
      see. You sure you haven't got a name?"
      "I lost it. I forgot it. I was a rat," said the boy, as if that explained
      everything.
      "Oh," said Bob. "You got a nice uniform on, anyway. I expect you're in service,
      are you?"
      The boy looked at his tattered uniform, puzzled.
      "Dunno," he said finally. "Dunno what that means. I expect I am, probably."
      "In service," said Bob, "that means being someone's servant. Have a master or a
      mistress and run errands for 'em. Page boys, like you, they usually go along
      with the master or mistress in a coach, for instance."
      "Ah," said the boy. "Yes, I done that, I was a good page boy, I done everything
      right."
      "'Course you did," said Bob, shifting his chair along as Joan came to the table
      with the bowl of warm bread and milk.
      She put it in front of the boy, and without a second's pause, he put his face
      right down into the bowl and began to guzzle it up directly, his dirty little
      hands gripping the edge of the table.
      "What are you doing?" said Joan. "Dear oh dear! You don't eat like that. Use
      the spoon!"
      The boy looked up, milk in his eyebrows, bread up his nose, his chin dripping.
      "He doesn't know anything, poor little thing," said Joan. "Come to the sink, my
      love, and we'll wash you. Grubby hands and all. Look at you!"
      The boy tried to look at himself, but he was reluctant to leave the bowl.
      "That's nice," he said. "I like that..."
      "It'll still be here when you come back," said Bob. "I've had my supper
      already, I'll look after it for you."
      The boy looked wonder-struck at this idea. He watched over his shoulder as Joan
      led him to the kitchen sink and tipped in some water from the kettle, and while
      she was washing him, he kept twisting his wet face round to look from Bob to
      the bowl and back again.
      "That's better," said Joan, rubbing him dry. "Now you be a good boy and eat
      with the spoon."
      "Yes, I will," he said, nodding.
      "I'm surprised they didn't teach you manners when you was a page boy," she said.
      "I was a rat," he said.
      "Oh, well, rats don't have manners. Boys do," she told him. "You say thank you
      when someone gives you something, see, that's good manners."
      "Thank you," he said, nodding hard.
      "That's a good boy. Now come and sit down."
      So he sat down, and Bob showed him how to use the spoon. He found it hard at
      first, because he would keep turning it upside down before it reached his
      mouth, and a lot of the bread and milk ended up on his lap.
      But Bob and Joan could see he was trying, and he was a quick learner. By the
      time he'd finished, he was quite good at it.
      "Thank you," he said.
      "That's it. Well done," said Bob. "Now you come along with me and I'll show you
      how to wash the bowl and the spoon." While they were doing that, Bob
      said, "D'you know how old you are?"
      "Yes," said the boy. "I know that, all right. I'm three weeks old, I am."
      "Three weeks?"
      "Yes. And I got two brothers and two sisters the same age, three weeks."
      "Five of you?"
      "Yes. I ain't seen 'em for a long time."
      "What's a long time?"
      The boy thought, and said, "Days."
      "And where's your mother and father?"
      "Under the ground."
      Bob and Joan looked at each other, and they could each see what the other was
      feeling. The poor little boy was an orphan, and grief had turned his mind, and
      he'd wandered away from the orphanage he must have been living in.
      As it happened, on the table beside him was Bob's newspaper, and suddenly the
      little boy seemed to see it for the first time.
    • agnieszka_azj Re: Książki Philipa Pullmana. 10.11.04, 09:59
      Twórczością Pullmana zainteresowałam się, "włączywszy się" przypadkiem na
      program "Książki z Górnej Półki", gdzie pani z wydawnictwa "Znak" z entuzjazmem
      opowiadała o jego książkach dla dzieci. Zaczęłąm szukać i... podzielam ten
      zachwyt. "Byłem szczurkiem: i "Zegar" to fascynujące baśnie dla dzieci
      wczesnoszkolnych (8 - 10 lat). Mają dobre tempo, ciekawe zwroty akcji i
      niebanalne zakończenia. "Zegar" przypomina nastrojem dziewietnastowieczne bajki
      niemieckie, ale bez głupiego okrucieństwa.
      Dla Ani trochę za dziecinne, poza tym moja córka przezywa ostatnio okres buntu
      przeciw lekturom proponowanym przeze mnie - dlatego nawet jej nie proponuję.
      Wypróbuję "Szczurka" na Zosi - obawiam się, że okładka "Zegara" może ją
      zniechęcić do lektury.

      Na liscie pani Olech w "Tygodniku Powszechnym" znalazła sie też trylogia
      Fantasy Pullmana. Cóż... nie jetem wielbicielką tekiej literatury, więc moja
      opinia nie jest miarodajna, ale mnie sie to poprostu nie podobało. Niby
      wszechświat alternatywny, a w 99% taki sam jak nasz (łącznie z nazwami
      geograficznymi). Nie wiem - nie podoba mi sie i już ;-)
    • kolorko Re: Książki Philipa Pullmana. 11.11.04, 12:58
      Przeczytałam właśnie "Zegar czyli nakręcona opowieść"- świetna historia;)
      Wypożyczyłam, żeby przeczytać Jaśkowi(6,5), ale musi trochę poczekac ( 2
      lata??), sama sie bałam czytając wczoraj póznym wieczorem;))
    • agnieszka_azj Re: Książki Philipa Pullmana. 05.12.05, 11:14
      Wzięłam ostatnio z biblioteki "Jacka na sprężynach" - to taki trochę Batman w
      realich wiktoriańskiego (lub może trochę późniejszego) Londynu.

      Wszystkie trzy książki wydane przez "Znak" mają (mimo że są czarno-białe) formę
      bardzo atrakcyjną dla dzieci - włączone w tekst: elementy komiksu (Jacek),
      strony z gazety, opisujące wydarzenia, o których mówi książka (Szczurek) czy
      rodzaj odautorskich notatek na marginesach w "Zegarze".
    • mama_kasia Re: Książki Philipa Pullmana. 05.12.05, 13:12
      W piątek rzucił się na nas Pullman w bibliotece. Znając
      go już z tego forum, zachęciłam syna do wypożyczenia.
      Był to "Jacek na sprężynach". Syn czytając, podrzucał mi co
      zabawniejsze teksty. Na koniec podsunął całą książkę, ale
      jeszcze nie zerknęłam. Mojemu 10-latkowi podobała się :-)
      Gdyby nie forum pewnie byśmy nie wypożyczyli. Na okładce
      batman - skojarzenia nie najlepsze ;-)
      • i2h2 Re: Książki Philipa Pullmana. 06.12.05, 23:42
        mama_kasia napisała:
        Na okładce
        > batman - skojarzenia nie najlepsze ;-)
        Nie znam wydań oryginalnych, ale mam wrażenie, że Pullman nie ma u nas
        szczęścia do okładek ;-)Ciekawe, czy jeszcze coś popełnił z takich nie-do-końca-
        bajek.
        Iwona
        • agnieszka_azj Re: Książki Philipa Pullmana. 06.12.05, 23:47
          i2h2 napisała:

          Nie znam wydań oryginalnych, ale mam wrażenie, że Pullman nie ma u nas
          > szczęścia do okładek ;-)
          >

          Sprawdziłam na stronie Pullmana - okładki są orginalne.
          -
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