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@Download Kindle ë A Journal of the Plague Year á A Journal Of The Plague Year By Daniel Defoe This Novel Is An Account Of One Man S Experiences Of The Year , In Which The Great Plague Or The Bubonic Plague Struck The City Of London The Book Is Told Somewhat Chronologically, Though Without Sections Or Chapter Headings Presented As An Eyewitness Account Of The Events At The Time, It Was Written In The Years Just Prior To The Book S First Publication In March Defoe Was Only Five Years Old In , And The Book Itself Was Published Under The Initials H F And Is Probably Based On The Journals Of Defoe S Uncle, Henry Foe It Was About The Beginning Of September That I, Among The Rest Of My Neighbours, Heard In Ordinary Discourse That The Plague Was Returned Again In Holland For It Had Been Very Violent There, And Particularly At Amsterdam And Rotterdam, In The Year , Whither, They Say, It Was Brought, Some Said From Italy, Others From The Levant, Among Some Goods Which Were Brought Home By Their Turkey Fleet Others Said It Was Brought From Candia Others From Cyprus It Mattered Not From Whence It Came But All Agreed It Was Come Into Holland Again We Had No Such Thing As Printed Newspapers In Those Days To Spread Rumours And Reports Of Things, And To Improve Them By The Invention Of Men, As I Have Lived To See Practised Since But Such Things As These Were Gathered From The Letters Of Merchants And Others Who Corresponded Abroad, And From Them Was Handed About By Word Of Mouth Only So That Things Did Not Spread Instantly Over The Whole Nation, As They Do Now But It Seems That The Government Had A True Account Of It, And Several Councils Were Held About Ways To Prevent Its Coming Over But All Was Kept Very Private Hence It Was That This Rumour Died Off Again, And People Began To Forget It As A Thing We Were Very Little Concerned In, And That We Hoped Was Not True Till The Latter End Of November Or The Beginning Of December When Two Men, Said To Be Frenchmen, Died Of The Plague In Long Acre, Or Rather At The Upper End Of Drury Lane The Family They Were In Endeavoured To Conceal It As Much As Possible, But As It Had Gotten Some Vent In The Discourse Of The Neighbourhood, The Secretaries Of State Got Knowledge Of It And Concerning Themselves To Inquire About It, In Order To Be Certain Of The Truth, Two Physicians And A Surgeon Were Ordered To Go To The House And Make Inspection This They Did And Finding Evident Tokens Of The Sickness Upon Both The Bodies That Were Dead, They Gave Their Opinions Publicly That They Died Of The Plague 1665 y l nda Londra da ya anm olan veba salg n n t m ger ek ili iyle okuyucuya sunan Veba Y l G nl A Journal of the Plague Year , Daniel Defoe nun buldu u g nl kleri bir araya getirerek ortaya kard edebi a dan olabildi ince ak c ve etkileyici bir eser Hastal kapan insanlar n ac dan Thames nehrine atlamas na kadar ya ad t m korkun olaylar okuma ans buldu umuz kitapta binlerce ki inin ld veba salg nlar n n insanlar n zerindeki etkisine bir kere daha tan kl k ediyorsunuz Felaketin toplumlar zerindeki etkisine kapsaml bir ekilde de inmesine ra men i eri i konusunda ise ayn eyi s ylemek m mk n de il Ya ananlar daha yak ndan incelemek ad na nemli bir eser olan Veba Y l G nl ne bu a dan g z at lmas nda fayda var Tam notum 3,5 5 25.03.2019 stanbul, T rkiyeAlp Turguthttp www.filmdoktoru.com kitap labo Because writing is an expression of human character, what is true of one s character is true of one s writing as well A person s strengths and weaknesses are often two sides of the same coin the sympathetic character is often permissive, the assertive unreasonable, the ardent rash and the same thing can be said of an author s beauties and his faults A brief study of Daniel Defoe s book on the London plague of 1665 1666 illustrates this principle.Perhaps the most impressive thing about A Journal of the Plague Year is that it is an extraordinarily convincing account narrated by the voice of a mature, solid citizen thoroughly respectable and reliable who has personally witnessed the extraordinary and often horrific incidents he describes Defoe, however, although did he live in London at the time, was born in 1660, and was therefore only five years old when the Hand of Death fell upon the city of London.Defoe creates a convincing persona by making his narrator a stolid burgher who fears his God, respects his fellow Londoners, and admires his city, an unimaginative man who above all reverences reliable testimony and verifiable facts Plague Year is crammed with rolls of the dead and other helpful lists, as well as page upon page of city regulations governing the duties of citizens, the conduct of the inspectors, etc Although there are many vivid glimpses of life during plague crazed sufferers expiring in the streets, healthy families shut up in their houses by decree, diseased individuals defying city orders, open pits waiting for wagons stacked high with the dead these scenes are often obscured by heaps of accumulated detail, piles of haphazardly organized materials The book, although impressive, is inelegant, its organizational principles unclear it appears to be the work of a literate layman, not a professional writer Paradoxically, it is precisely this impression of amateurishness that makes the voice and therefore the work itself so powerful and convincing a performance.As with Robinson Crusoe, so it is with A Journal of the Plague Year I can never decide whether Defoe is merely an unsophisticated novelist, addicted to lists and repetitive details, or whether like the poet satirists of his own 18th Century he is a master at constructing personae that convince the reader with their sincerity and authority.Is the hobbling, inartful appearance of Plague Year a strength or is it a weakness I for one think it s a toss up Two sides of the same coin. In the crowded , unhealthy, unclean, foul, pest dominated, filthy city of London, the Bubonic Plague breaks out, in 1665, no surprise, it has occurred before, in fact just a few years, previously, but this escalates, felling some say, 100,000 people, who never rise again Daniel Defoe, the inventor of the English language novel Robinson Crusoe, 1719 , yet because of his earlier employment, was a journalist than a novelist, writes a memoir of this catastrophe, almost sixty years later The author was only five years old at the time, but his Uncle Henry Foe Defoe added De, to make himself seem a gentleman, his father was a butcher , takes this eyewitness account, from this relative s journal, the narrator is only described as H.F The inhabitants of the city, most of them flee for their lives, the rich first, King Charles the Second, to Oxford, others, to the nearby countryside, the poor survive in woods, old ruined shacks, in tents, even outside, the locals don t help at first, afraid to get sick too Many refugees starve to death, others succumb to the unmerciful disease, the very brave stay in London, those who work for the city government, the least well off remain, too, nowhere to go, the hardest hit, and die some in the streets, their minds inflamed by illness, babbling words incomprehensible, before dropping to the ground The Dead Carts, to pick up the victims and bury them in deep holes, mass graves that are quickly covered, and another one dug , for the next batch The narrator s brother, had urged him to get out of town like him, but H.F had a store to run, a house to take care of with servants, warehouses of his goods, how could he Still his sister would welcome him, she lived faraway in a different city The curious, frightened man roams the streets, seeing the dead, everywhere, hearing unearthly screams from women, in their homes, windows opened, moans flowing from above, men in nightshirts cursing, groaning, others asking God to save them, why did he not leave Whole families dying inside a house , fathers, mothers, children, servants, the stench, of the bodies spreading to passersby, they keep walking People afraid to come near strangers they believe, are infected, by their polluted air, not knowing that diseased rats, and flees that bite them, and then the citizens of London, are the real killers Pitiful beggars, abound, asking for help , houses are shut with the owners in them, either by the government, with the sick people inside, or healthy ones, who try to avoid the plague by hiding there Vicious thieves break in, the empty homes, stealing all, not afraid of the danger, they are desperate, nothing to lose, thinking everybody is doomed And the Dead Carts continue to roll down the streets, the drivers throwing the deceased in, filling them to the top, until no living humans are left One of the problems with reviewing the earliest authors of fiction is that they were writing at a time before the rules had been properly worked out Novels took on the form we know and love because of these writer s successes and because of their failures It was up to them to forge the templates, and if a certain template didn t work then they could try a new one with the next book A Journal of the Plague year is a case in point Although Defoe was alive at the time of plague, this is actually a fictional account written sixty years later but one which relies heavily on anecdotal reportage Defoe gives us a narrator to guide us through, but this man is just a cipher, a pair of eyes and ears to relate what he sees and hears We know where he lives, what he does, how many servants he has and that he has a brother, but not much else about him He is there to tell the tales Defoe heard, to describe scenes that Defoe saw or at least had described to him by others But the fact he has little definable character means there s an odd vacuum at the centre, a distance that stops the reader fully empathising It s a decision few authors of a later vintage would have taken, if only because they d learnt from this book s mistake In addition, as perhaps befits the first person account of a tradesman, the tale is not separated into chapters and rambles constantly down odd little cul de sacs With the result that it can often be an irritating read.That s not to say that there aren t good things in this book the descriptions of the mass graves and a populous so caught in madness they will proclaim their own sins in the middle of the road will certainly stay with me But this is not the most accessible of fictional histories and is a book that really makes you work hard for the treasures it has.