Willa Cather, winner of the Pulitzer Prize, considered My Antonia to be one of her best works, and critic H.L. Mencken claimed it was one of the best American novels ever written. Published in 1918, the novel compassionately and intimately traces the story of a Bohemian family as they settle on... show more
Willa Cather, winner of the Pulitzer Prize, considered My Antonia to be one of her best works, and critic H.L. Mencken claimed it was one of the best American novels ever written. Published in 1918, the novel compassionately and intimately traces the story of a Bohemian family as they settle on the Great Plains in Nebraska. This American classic is still lauded internationally by scholars and everyday readers.
Publish date: February 14th 2000
Pages no: 232
Edition language: English
This is one of those classics that didn't do much for me, unfortunately. It's the sort of book teenagers forced to read it for school must loathe, full of lengthy, vivid descriptions of the landscape and without a driving plot - rather, it describes a couple of people growing up. Certainly it is a w...
A most poignant fictional story told as a memoir by Jim Burden of his childhood friend Antonia. At the turn of the century in the late 1800's, Jim is orphaned and moves from Virginia to live with his grandparents on the Nebraska prairie and a life of farming. The Burdens are a perfect example of n...
Man, I love this book. I tried reading it once before, 10 or 15 years ago, and let the "frame" stand in the way. (To be fair, it's pretty lame—as most frames are.) So glad I gave it another shot, though, and got past that this time. Cather's writing here is on a par with O Pioneers!. She fleshes o...
I was warned before I read this book that it had a very sad ending, but really I think it had the opposite. The book ends with people finding joy in whatever their circumstances. I can't believe I never got around to reading this book before!
Did you know that in parts of Nebraska, you can still see the Oregon Trail? Not the highway that goes along the route of the trail, but the actual wagon wheel ruts. I foresee a day in which people forget what they are, and are puzzled by them. I thought about the wagon wheel ruts while I was read...