News from Somewhere
"Written in an avuncular, mellifluous style, given to great detail about the workings of country folk, the intricacies of the land, the plethora of wild and domesticated critters, his memoir conflates, in story, history, philosophy, and theology, the depth and meaning of community and place.... The reader will find Scruton's memoir both charming and interesting. It is a layered and nuanced apologetic, brilliantly rendered, for a class of people who hover on the verge of extinction. And, while he writes of the intimate relationship among the farmer, his land, and stock his theme concerns the philosophical question of how we should live."- Robert C. Cheeks, The University Bookman, Volume 44 Number 4
For a number of years, Roger Scruton has contributed a weekly article to the "Financial Times" on country matters. Always beautifully written, one of these pieces ("Vegetables") won the 2002 prize from The Queen's English Society for the best piece of prose writing of the year. Les mer
These are the causes that Professor Scruton espouses and he has become their most intelligent, articulate and clear-thinking advocate.
Detaljer
- Forlag
- Continuum International Publishing Group Ltd.
- Innbinding
- Paperback
- Språk
- Engelsk
- Sider
- 192
- ISBN
- 9780826490919
- Utgivelsesår
- 2006
- Format
- 22 x 14 cm
Anmeldelser
"Written in an avuncular, mellifluous style, given to great detail about the workings of country folk, the intricacies of the land, the plethora of wild and domesticated critters, his memoir conflates, in story, history, philosophy, and theology, the depth and meaning of community and place.... The reader will find Scruton's memoir both charming and interesting. It is a layered and nuanced apologetic, brilliantly rendered, for a class of people who hover on the verge of extinction. And, while he writes of the intimate relationship among the farmer, his land, and stock his theme concerns the philosophical question of how we should live."- Robert C. Cheeks, The University Bookman, Volume 44 Number 4
«' he exudes . . . a longing for belonging, a love of ponds more than rivers, a belief that the diminished colours in the winter landscape are what bind us to it . . . '»
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