영어로 읽는 고전 _ 잭슨 그레고리의 산 후안의 종소리
잭슨 그레고리의 "산 후안의 종소리"는 20세기 초에 쓰여진 소설입니다. 이야기는 작은 사막 마을 산 후안의 생활을 탐구하며, 마을을 울리는 여섯 개의 종소리의 역사적 의미와 독특한 등장인물들에 초점을 맞춥니다. 이야기의 중심에는 종지기 이그나시오 차베스가 있는데, 그는 최근 발생한 살인 사건과 관련하여 마을의 평화로운 외관과 폭력과 비극의 저류가 대비되는 이중성을 상징합니다.
소설의 시작에서, 우리는 산 후안의 거리를 한가롭게 거닐며 자신의 일과 선교지의 주목할 만한 종들에 대해 생각하는 이그나시오 차베스를 만나게 됩니다. 풍부한 묘사를 통해, 우리는 마을의 분위기와 기쁨과 슬픔의 사건들을 알리기 위한 종들과 얽힌 마을의 역사에 대해 알게 됩니다. 이그나시오의 태평스러운 태도는 고요함을 깨뜨리는 총성으로 인해 갑자기 바뀌게 되고, 이는 그가 마을에 죽음을 알리기 위해 종을 울리게 만듭니다. 새로 온 젊은 의사 버지니아 페이지가 전개되는 드라마에 휘말리면서 긴장감이 고조되고, 이는 그녀가 혼란스러운 사회 환경에서 정의를 추구하는 보안관 로데릭 노튼과 만나게 되는 계기가 됩니다.
Classics Read in English _ The Bells of San Juan by Jackson Gregory
"The Bells of San Juan" by Jackson Gregory is a novel written in the early 20th century. It explores life in the small desert town of San Juan, focusing on its unique characters and the historical significance of the six bells that resonate through the town. Central to the story is Ignacio Chavez, the bell-ringer, who embodies the duality of the town's peaceful exterior contrasted with the undercurrents of violence and tragedy, particularly in light of a recently committed murder. At the start of the novel, we are introduced to Ignacio Chavez, who casually strolls through the streets of San Juan, contemplating his work and the notable bells of the Mission. Through rich descriptions, we learn about the town's atmosphere and its intertwined history with the bells, meant to signal both joyous and sorrowful events. Ignacio's carefree demeanor is abruptly changed when gunfire shatters the stillness, prompting him to ring the bells to alert the town of a death. The tension escalates as the newcomer, Virginia Page, a young doctor, becomes entwined in the unfolding drama, leading to her encounter with Roderick Norton, the sheriff, who seeks justice in a turbulent social landscape.
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Ignacio Chavez, Mexican that he styled himself, Indian that the community deemed him, or "breed" of badly mixed blood that he probably was, made his loitering way along the street toward the Mission. A thin, yellowish-brown cigarita dangling from his lips, his wide, dilapidated conical hat tilted to the left side of his head in a listless sort of concession to the westering sun, he was, as was customary with him, utterly at peace. Ten minutes ago he had had twenty cents; two minutes after the acquisition of his elusive wealth he had exchanged the two dimes for whiskey at the Casa Blanca; the remaining eight minutes of the ten he required to make his way, as he naively put it, "between hell and heaven."
For from a corner of the peaceful old Mission garden at one end of the long street one might catch a glimpse of the Casa Blanca at the other end sprawling in the sun; between the two sturdy walled buildings had the town strung itself as it grew.
