Wednesday, June 12, 2013
Claude Anet's "Ariane"
...while sorting through dusty boxes and the long forgotten relics left behind from my wife's recently passed mother, I pulled from the corner of the attic, a treasured classic.
"...A sky of almost oriental crystal, a lovely clear, luminous sky, blue as a Nichapore turquoise, hung over the houses and gardens of the still sleeping city. In the dawn and its silence, one caught only the call of the swallows pursuing each other across the roofs and the acacia branches, the luscious cooing of a dove on the tree-top, and far away, the harsh creak of the axles of a country cart approaching main street and the most fashionable of the town..."
Upon my first encounter with Ariane, I found myself enchanted with Anet's prose, a slower pace of poetic beauty. Almost mystical penmanship, shared with the world during a time of most proper technique.
I vowed to improve upon my writing, yearning to one day pen such admirable prose.
...still working on it, but someday perhaps ;)
An Amazon search estimates the book's value at $49.95, this copy in particular, from the early 1920's.
I figure we'll be hanging onto this gem a bit longer.
Thanks for reading,