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WHEN I WAS A LITTLE BOY

ERICH KASTNER

UYU 1.300

Itaú Infinte, Black, Platinum o Infinite de Débito

UYU 975

UYU 1.105

Temática:

LITERATURA EN INGLÉS

Editorial:

PLAIN FOXED EDITIONS

Cantidad de páginas:

216

Peso:

450 g

ISBN:

9781910898109

Dimensiones:

11 x 17

Erich Kästner, journalist, screenwriter and author of the immortal childrens book Emil and the Detectives, was born at the end of the nineteenth century in Dresden that wonderful city full of art and history which was razed to the ground by the Allies in 1945.
To this day the Governments of the great Powers are disputing with each other as to who murdered Dresden, he writes. Ah, what is the use of quarrelling about it. You will not bring Dresden back to life by so doing neither its beauty nor its dead. Yet that, in a sense, is what he does in this delightful memoir, first published in the 1950s, recreating for us the city of his childhood where past and present lived in perfect unity, where he could breathe in beauty as foresters children breathe in woodland air.

Erichs gentle father Emil, a master-saddler, and his mother Ida, an intelligent woman who set up as a hairdresser, had come to Dresden from small-town Saxony. Times were tough, and Erich grew up in a tenement flat at the shabby end of a long street called the Königsbrücker Strasse, which ran down to the river Elbe. Yet the book shines with the everyday happiness of a young boys life in a close-knit, hardworking family, set against the backdrop of the ancient city with its baroque buildings, its parades before the Kaiser, its trams and glittering Christmas shops.

It was an upbringing full of colour, warmth and love, but it was a love that could be suffocating. Erichs mother, who suffered periodically from depression, lived for her only child, and he had no option but to be perfect. Both parents vied for his affection, especially at Christmas when there was terrible competition over presents. For a sensitive boy who couldnt bear to hurt either of them it was agonizing Even now when I think of it, he writes, my heart is in my mouth.

He captures all this with delicacy and gentle humour. When I Was a Little Boy, delightfully illustrated by Horst Lemke, is an affecting picture of both Erichs childhood and the city he never ceased to mourn.

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