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課題図書：ヘミングウェイ「医師とその妻」・「ある訣別」・「三日吹く風」 (新潮文庫『われらの時代・男だけの世界―ヘミングウェイ全短編１』などに所収 )
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課題図書：ヘミングウェイ「医師とその妻」・「ある訣別」・「三日吹く風」 (新潮文庫『われらの時代・男だけの世界―ヘミングウェイ全短編１』などに所収 )
選定・司会：無味無臭改めエディーさん
【参加費】
1000円（紅茶またはワイン１杯付き）
お食事をご希望の方はコメント欄で前日までにお申し込みください（別途500円。内容はお任せ願います）。
また、確認の意味で、お食事不要の方は、お手数ですが、「食事不要」とご記入ください。
お土産について：読書会中に皆でつまめる菓子、果物などのお土産は歓迎です。なお飲み物のお土産はご遠慮ください。（CafeBarKIYONOは飲食店です。お食事の持ち込みはできません。飲物の持込は1000mlまで/ごと500円の持込料を申受ます）
終了後も閉店時（23：00）まで残ることができます。この場合は飲物の追加オーダー（食事はオーダーできません）をお願いします（種類問わずグラス１杯500円）。
【定員】：8名
会場： 千代田区平河町2-2-5カフェバーKIYONO 電話5212-4146
（地下鉄出口：半蔵門駅1番 麹町駅１番 永田町駅4番）
地図：googleマップで「カフェバーきよの」で検索
http://
問い合わせ ：03-5212-4146（清野） または JONYあてメールで
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2018年03月05日 18:03
知っていても知らなくてもいいヘミングウェイの「氷山理論」の説明を以下で勝手に借用してみますが、
じっさいに訳文でも原文でもヘミングウェイのテクストに触れてみれば一目瞭然です。
とくにこの作品「われらの時代」においてそれが顕著に表現されています。
以下引用:
ヘミングウェイの有名な文学理論に「氷山理論」というのがあります。
氷山の8割は海の中に沈んで隠れています。
表面に現れた2割を表現することで、隠れた8割までも想像させるのが優れたレトリックだということです。
つまりは、日本のドラマでよく見られるような過剰な感情表現などとは正反対な表現方法です。
本当に感情が抉られたとき、人はいかなる感情表現も、行為も封じられます。
それを一行の言葉でいかに表現するか。
(省略)
そこであれこれったことをあえて書かないのが「氷山理論」です。
その事実がすべてを表します。
引用元
http://blog.goo.ne.jp/torut21/e/72609f69df776d4c35a41eb1e3ee508e
2018年03月05日 18:43
THE END OF SOMETHING
In THE old days Hortons Bay was a lumbering town. No one who lived in it was out of sound of the big saws in the mill by the lake. Then one year there were no more logs to make lumber. The lumber schooners came into the bay and were loaded with the cut of the mill that stood stacked in the yard. All the piles of lumber were carried away. The big mill build ing had all its machinery that was removable taken out and hoisted on board one of the schooners by the men who had worked in the mill. The schooner moved out of the bay to ward the open lake carrying the two great saws, the travelling carriage that hurled the logs against the revolving, circular saws and all the rollers, wheels, belts and iron piled on a hull-deep load of lumber. Its open hold covered with canvas and lashed tight, the sails of the schooner filled and it moved out into the open lake, carrying with it everything that had made the mill a mill and Hortons Bay a town.
The one-story bunk houses, the eating-house, the company store, the mill offices, and the big mill itself stood deserted in the acres of sawdust that covered the swampy meadow by the shore of the bay.
Ten years later there was nothing of the mill left except the broken white limestone of its foundations showing through the swampy second growth as Nick and Marjorie rowed along the shore. They were trolling along the edge of the channel-bank where the bottom dropped off suddenly from sandy shallows to twelve feet of dark water. They were trolling on their way to the point to set night lines for rainbow trout. "There's our old ruin, Nick," Marjorie said.
Nick, rowing, looked at the white stone in the green trees.
"There it is," he said.
"Can you remember when it was a mill?" Marjorie asked.
"I can just remember," Nick said.
"It seems more like a castle," Marjorie said.
Nick said nothing. They rowed on out of sight of the mill, following the shore line. Then Nick cut across the bay.
"They aren't striking," he said.
2018年03月05日 18:45
"No," Marjorie said. She was intent on the rod all the time they trolled, even when she talked. She loved to fish. She loved to fish with Nick.
Close beside the boat a big trout broke the surface of the water. Nick pulled hard on one oar so the boat would turn and the bait spinning far behind would pass where the trout was feeding. As the trout's back came up out of the water the minnows jumped wildly. They sprinkled the surface like a handful of shot thrown into the water. Another trout broke water, feeding on the other side of the boat.
"They're feeding," Marjorie said.
"But they won't strike," Nick said.
He rowed the boat around to troll past both the feeding fish, then headed it for the point. Marjorie did not reel in until the boat touched the shore.
They pulled the boat up the beach and Nick lifted out a pail of live perch. The perch swam in the water in the pail. Nick caught three of them with his hands and cut their heads off and skinned them while Marjorie chased with her hands in the bucket, finally caught a perch, cut its head off and skinned it. Nick looked at her fish.
"You don't want to take the ventral fin out," he said. "It'll be all right for bait but it's better with the ventral fin in."
He hooked each of the skinned perch through the tail. There were two hooks attached to a leader on each rod. Then Mar jorie rowed the boat out over the channel-bank, holding the line in her teeth, and looking toward Nick, who stood on the shore holding the roc] and letting the line run out from the reel.
"That's about right," he called.
"Should I let it drop?" Marjorie called back, holding the line in her hand.
"Sure. Let it go." Marjorie dropped the line overboard and watched the baits go down through the water.
2018年03月05日 18:47
She came in with the boat and ran the second line out the same way. Each time Nick set a heavy slab of driftwood across the butt of the rod to hold it solid and propped it up at an angle with a small slab. He reeled in the slack line so the line ran taut out to where the bait rested on the sandy Hoor of the channel and set the click on the reel. When a trout, feeding on the bottom, took the bait it would run with it, taking line out of the reel in a rush and making the reel sing with the click on.
Marjorie rowed up the point a little way so she would not disturb the line. She pulled hard on the oars and the boat went way up the beach. Little waves came in with it. Marjorie stepped out of the boat and Nick pulled the boat high up the beach.
"What's the matter, Nick?" Marjorie asked.
"I don't know," Nick said, getting wood for a fire.
They made a fire with driftwood. Marjorie went to the boat and brought a blanket. The evening breeze blew the smoke toward the point, so Marjorie spread the blanket out between the fire and the lake.
Marjorie sat on the blanket with her back to the fire and waited for Nick. He came over and sat down beside her on the blanket. In back of them was the close second-growth timber of the point and in front was the bay with the mouth of Hor-tons Creek. It was not quite dark. The fire-light went as far as the water. They could both see the two steel rods at an angle over the dark water. The fire glinted on the reels. Marjorie unpacked the basket of supper. "I don't feel like eating," said Nick.
“Come on and eat, Nick."
"All right"
They ate without talking, and watched the two rods and
the fire-light in the water.
"There's going to be a moon tonight," said Nick. He looked across the bay to the hills that were beginning to sharpen against the sky. Beyond the hills he knew the moon was com ing up.
"I know it," Marjorie said happily.
"You know everything," Nick said.
"Oh, Nick, please cut it out! Please, please don't be that
way ?"
2018年03月05日 18:47
"I can't help it," Nick said. "You do. You know everything.
That's the trouble. You know you do."
Marjorie did not say anything.
"I've taught you everything. You know you do. What don't you know, anyway?"
"Oh, shut up," Marjorie said. "There comes the moon."
They sat on the blanket without touching each other and watched the moon rise.
"You don't have to talk silly," Marjorie said. "What's really
the matter?"
"I don't know."
"Of course you know."
"No I don't."
"Go on and say it."
Nick looked on at the moon, coming up over the hills.
"It isn't fun any more."
He was afraid to look at Marjorie. Then he looked at her. She sat there with her back toward him. He looked at her back. "It isn't fun any more. Not any of it."
She didn't say anything. He went on. "I feel as though everything was gone to hell inside of me. I don't know, Marge. I don't know what to say." He looked on at her back. "Isn't love any fun?" Marjorie said.
"No," Nick said. Marjorie stood up. Nick sat there, his head in his hands.
"I'm going to take the boat," Marjorie called to him. "You can walk back around the point."
"All right," Nick said. "I'll push the boat off for you."
"You don't need to," she said. She was afloat in the boat on the water with the moonlight on it. Nick went back and lay down with his face in the blanket by the fire. He could hear Marjorie rowing on the water.
He lay there for a long time. He lay there while he heard Bill come into the clearing walking around through the woods. He felt Bill coming up to the hre. Bill didn't touch him, either.
"Did she go all right'" Bill said.
"Yes," Nick said, lying, his face on the blanket.
"Have a scene?"
"No, there wasn't any scene."
"How do you feel?"
"Oh, go away, Bill! Go away for a while."
Bill selected a sandwich from the lunch basket and walked over to have a look at the rods.
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