Robert Kroetsch (1927–2011)
Autore di The Studhorse Man
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Robert Kroetsch was born on June 26, 1927 in Heisler, Alberta, Canada. He received a B.A. from the University of Alberta and a Ph.D. in creative writing from the University of Iowa. He taught English at the State University of New York in Binghamton and at the University of Manitoba. His first mostra altro novel, But We Are Exiles, was published in 1965. During his lifetime, he wrote nine books of fiction, seven books of non-fiction, and fourteen collections of poetry. His works included The Words of My Roaring, Gone Indian, Badlands, Alibi, and Too Bad: Sketches Toward a Self-Portrait. He received several awards including the Governor General's Award for Fiction in 1969 for The Studhorse Man, the Lieutenant Governor's Alberta Distinguished Artist award, and the Golden Pen Award for Lifetime Achievement by the Writers Guild of Alberta. He was named and Officer of the Order of Canada in 2004. He was killed in car accident on June 21, 2011 at the age of 84. (Bowker Author Biography) mostra meno
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Opere di Robert Kroetsch
The Lovely Treachery of Words: Essays Selected and New (Studies in Canadian Literature) (1989) 16 copie
Opere correlate
Periodics, Number 5, Spring 1979 — Collaboratore — 1 copia
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- Data di nascita
- 1927
- Data di morte
- 2011-06-21
- Sesso
- male
- Nazionalità
- Canada
- Luogo di residenza
- Red Deer, Alberta, Canada
Calgary, Alberta, Canada - Attività lavorative
- novelist
poet - Premi e riconoscimenti
- Western Literature Association's Distinguished Achievement Award (1995)
Order of Canada
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- Opere
- 31
- Opere correlate
- 1
- Utenti
- 518
- Popolarità
- #47,945
- Voto
- 3.6
- Recensioni
- 7
- ISBN
- 80
- Lingue
- 2
- Preferito da
- 1
I'm an Albertan with indistinct European origins. I think four generations ago we got as far as Saskatchewan. The next brought us here, Alberta, Tilley, Brooks, Medicine Hat.
Fifty years since Kroetsch's "Alberta," yet still a book I needed to read today. Where am I from? Well, here. Alberta. I'm a prairie boy living in the parklands with the tomorrow-seekers of Edmonton. It seems Calgary won out on the battle for prosperity long ago.
"Alberta," 1968: "The process of naming is hardly begun in Alberta. We who live here so often cannot name the flowers, the stones, the places, the events, the emotions of our landscape; they await the kind of naming that is the poetic act." (p. 83).
To a large extent that is still true, but I'm comfortable saying this on a personal level and not a cultural one. I could not have named anything Kroetsch has named. I take this as a pretty big failure on my part. And that's why reading Alberta was an emotional process for me. Kroetsch lived in the world he wrote and wrote in the world he lived. He wrote the world he lived.
For the (un)naturalist, this book's language will absolutely stun you, as it did me. Those things out there that have distinct names are beautiful and are named beautifully. They lend a wholesome sort of understanding.
A picture of an age long passed, probably. Even the jacket's blurb reads as a prophecy never fulfilled. Still, what an incredibly diverse province in people and land.
I feel a sense of home and a sadness at not having it named. I'm here, though. Whether I'll catch up and get my bearings or continue to live in the looking-glass wood, who knows.… (altro)