Czytałam tę książkę w gimnazjum (była moją lekturą) i choć teraz zrozumiałam ją nieco lepiej, to i tak cieszę się, że zdecydowałam się na audio. W papierze mogło być ciężej.
Styl Hemingwaya jest świetny i bardzo dobrze mi się z nim obcuje, ale uważam, że nie powinno się wymagać od czytelnika przeczytania opracowania, aby w pełni zrozumieć historię.
Brawa dla lektora Krzysztofa Gosztyły.

Maybe I'm being a little dim in not appreciating something this important. I'm not appreciating the importance of this book. But I can only look at it through my eyes. I can only relate my reading experience.

The book covers 4 days or so of the Old Man's life as a fisherman. Like many books from that period (namely from American authors) the major events are glossed over. It's a style that has not survived the passage of other influences.

This book could have been one of those books that are hated by students assigned to read it. Its short length is a big plus, yet I gave it 2 stars. I just didn't feel either like or dislike of The Old Man and The Sea.

Perhaps I'm not finding appropriate words to display my state of mind. I just confess that it's a vacuum - that's how I see it. The prose is modern sounding, but the subject matter is treated in an alien manner.

Feb 04, 16
* Also on my blog.

Since there’s about 20,000 reviews of The Old Man and the Sea on Goodreads and they're likely better then this one, I’m keeping it brief.

I’m surprised with how much I enjoyed this book! This is my first book by Hemingway and I’m glad I started with The Old Man and the Sea.

It’s pretty straightforward. There’s an old fisherman, he’s broke and he's had the worse luck with fishing recently. He lives in Cuba and this was written back in 1952, so the fishing is old school. I honestly can't imagine trying to fish like Santiago!

The old man goes off to find a big fish and he catches a huge one. Now it’s a battle of who will survive between the old man and the marlin.
On another note, since I talk to myself at times, reading about Santiago talking to himself didn't bother me at all. What else is he going to do while battling the marlin and trying to survive in the sea?!

I loved the tenacity of this old goat and how he would not give up. Especially when the sharks showed up!! Holy smokes, Santiago was doing all he could to make sure the marlin wasn’t eaten by the sharks. I was so mad at those sharks!! The old man does all that work, could have died while battling the marlin, and the sharks take his damn fish away.
Just goes to show you that the sea will likely always win!

I really liked the relationship between the old man and the marlin. It’s like they became kindred souls together on this epic journey.
Check out The Old Man and the Sea if you’re working on your classics, you enjoy fishing or you love the ocean!

Novela corta, de lectura sencilla, perfecta para acercarse a la obra de uno de los autores representativos de la Generación Perdida.

*3.5 stars *

ارنست دریابندری

برای دومین مرتبه این شاهکار ارنست همینگوی را این‌بار با ترجمه خانم نازی عظیما خواندم. به دل من ننشست. ترجمه روان بود ولی من ترجمه نجف را بیشتر دوست داشتم. ادبیت ترجمه مرحوم دریابندری چیز دیگری بود که در ذکر نیاید. ترجمه نجف مثل سنگ کف رودخانه صاف و صیقلی بود و دلت می‌خواهد برداری با خودت ببری بذاری روی طاقچه و همیشه نگهش داری. ولی ترجمه عظیما اینطور نبود. ترجمه بد نبود ولی سلیقه من به ترجمه نجف بیشتر نزدیک بود و البته کیست که از این ترجمه لذت نبرده باشد؟ هرچند غم و تنهایی و غربت پیرمرد، سانتیاگو، در ترجمه عظیما دیده نمی‌شود و این اهمیت ترجمه نجف را نشان می‌دهد.

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قبل از هرچیز باید بگم مقدمه‌ای که نجف دریابندری برای این کتاب نوشته یک درس‌نامه است
همینگوی را شناخته و از پس شناختی که به او پیدا کرده مقدمه‌ای مفصل نوشته که خب باید دید آیا تازه‌مترجمان این روزگار چنین توانایی‌هایی دارند که اینگونه مقدمه بنویسند و ...
اما خود رمان هم فوق‌العاده است و گفتن ندارد

اما من هرروقت حس بدی دارم و خیلی حس تنهایی و خستگی می‌کنم یاد این رمان می‌افتم و صحنه‌های تلاش و مبارزه پیرمرد را پیش چشمانم مجسم می‌کنم و حالم خوب می‌شود واقعا نویسنده تصویر یک مرد تنها را به خوبی نشان داده و این هم برخاسته از قدرت نویسنده است

كان يا مكان .. خرج عجوز إلى البحر من أجل البحث عن سمكة كبيرة بعد أن لازمه سوء الحظ لمدة طويلة، وجدها و تصارع معها لمدة ثلاثة أيام، و لكنّه أثناء رجوعه فقدها، فرجع خائبا منهكا و خائر القوى تماما إلى منزله .

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هذه هي القصة باختصار .. هل تستطيع الإستمتاع بهذه الأحداث القليلة جدا ؟ هل تستطيع الإستمتاع بالرتابه و الهدوء ؟
حسنا أنا فعلت ذلك و استمتعت جدا بقراءة هذه القصة الجميلة .

إنه الهدوء و الرتابة كقارب يسبح في بحر هادئ .. لا تحركه سوى نسائم لطيفة تداعب شراعه

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" كان رجلا أضنته الشيخوخة يعمل بالصيد وحده في مركب شراعي صغير في مجرى الخليج، لم يظفر حتى الآن بأيّة سمكة منذ أربع و ثمانين يوما مضت " n

بطل قصتنا هذه شيخ و لد ليكون صيادا، ولد ليعمل في البحر و هو لا يعرف غير البحر و لا يتحدث سوى عن البحر - إن تحدّث طبعا - و لا يأكل إلاّ من البحر .. شيخ قضى سنين عمره متجوّلا ما بين القوارب، مصارعا الأمواج و الأسماك، راحلا في الأزرق الشاسع الكبير، مصادقا طيور و طحالب البحر . عجوز سكن البحر داخله فأصبحت نفسه شاسعة جدا جدا لا شاطئ لها، هادئة مطمئنة و ساكنة .


ما معنى أن تكون صيادا ؟؟
ببساطة هو الصبر .

الصبر .. نعم الصبر .. ثم الصبر .. هذا هو الصيد، و هذا هو سلاح الصياد في مواجهة الطبيعة، منذ أربع و ثمانين يوما و هو يحاول .. كل يوم يحاول .. يثابر و يصبر .. يصبر و يثابر .. لا لشيء سوى أن في داخله يسكن البحر بشساعته .. لا لشيء سوى أنّ السنين التي مضت اكسبته خصائص المحيط .. ثلاثة أشهر تقريبا و هو يعود فارغ اليدين، لكنّه ينهض في اليوم الموالي و كله أمل و حب و اطمئنان .

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قصة رائعة جدا و تجربة جديدة ممتعة في البحر وحيدا .. حيث السكون و الهدوء .

I was very surprised when I finally tried to read this, and discovered that it bored the living crap out of me. I just couldn't get into it, I don't know why, maybe it was just my mood or something....? I mean, I do like Hemingway. I love the sea, and baseball. I am relatively fond of both old men and little boys (not like that, you fool).... and this is supposed to be really terrific and all, but I just.... I mean, I could've finished it of course, it's short, and it wouldn't have been like torture at all, but I just wasn't feeling it.... so I stopped.

Sometimes I think about making an "okay-so-does-this-mean-i'm-stupid-or-something?" shelf, but my ideological opposition to the idea has overridden that impulse every time.... so far.

“He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff on the Gulf Stream and he had gone eighty-four days without a fish.”

A masterpiece.

I know that many many young people are still forced to read this book in school and don’t quite get what all the hoopla is about, but I think it is not written with young people primarily in mind. There is the boy that supports the old man, true, but as with other stories about old people facing hardship—King Lear comes to mind—I think other stories may connect better for young people. I know I read this as a young man, maybe first at 14, and liked it just fine, then taught it in various settings, and don’t think I appreciated it anywhere as much in any previous reading as I do now. Maybe because now I begin to approach the age of the old man!

“Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the color of the sea and were cheerful and undefeated.”

When I grew up my Dad and his brother Joe took me out fishing for decades, teaching me each time we went out how to fish. Always teaching me. We fished for decades perch and walleye and pike in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, on Lake Manistique. In a boat with a small motor and oars. Or fishing for Coho Salmon and Lake Trout in a larger boat ten-twelve miles out Lake Michigan. Neither of them spoke much in the boat, nor encouraged me to speak, or do much of anything but focus on the fishing lines before me as if in some religious observance. We’d be out on the lake before dawn and get back at dusk. I loved then as now to read, but this was not allowed, really, in the boat. Full concentration was required. I learned how to respond in such a way that I would keep the fish on the line and not allow him to spit out the hook. I learned the very specific strategies for reeling them in. I learned how the fisherman and the fish were in contest, and this required presence in every moment.

“Now alone, and out of sight of land, he was fast to the biggest fish he had ever seen and the biggest he had ever heard of. . .”

I had not read this book for decades, not since my Dad died, now many years ago, so that was part of my reading this time, connecting it to my Dad and fishing with my Dad and Uncle Joe, in a way. I didn’t think much about my own parenting or mentoring, as much, actually, though the book is about that, too.

The book conveys in simple language the fight of one man’s life, for days alone attempting to reel in the largest fish he has ever encountered, who drags him on the line farther and farther out to sea. If you like to fish, this is also a fine book. It’s a Biggest Fish Ever story. And if you like nature, you learn about the importance of the sea and various birds and fish. It's the outdoors, where Hem always preferred to be, a place of purity.

“Blessed Virgin, pray for the death of this fish. As wonderful as he is.”

In the process Hemingway manages to convey several dimensions of his code for living: Courage, humility, endurance, respect for others. And then, it's not about the fish, it's about what it means to be fully human, to the very end. Right, it can be read as allegory.

So, in this match with. . . death, he’s resourceful: “No, no time to think of what you do not have. Think of what you can do with what you have.”

“I will show him what a man can do and what a man can endure.”

“A man can be destroyed but not defeated.”

Hemingway won the Pulitzer Prize in 1953 for this book, and the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1954. He grew up in Oak Park, Illinois, the nearest west suburb of Chicago. He died of self-inflicted gunshot wounds in Idaho in 1961. I thought of that fact while reading this book, about whether Papa had finally been defeated, out of emotional resources himself at the very end. But as he aged, he wrote one hell of a book about "the human condition," about aging, about the importance of surviving whatever challenges we may face today, about hope and striving, as inspiration for the rest of us.

It's man against nature, the elements.
It's all about the adventure, the battle ... that's what makes you feel so alive.
The old man, Santiago, was going to continue whether it killed him or not ... to die while feeling so alive ...

For those with the wonderful ability to enjoy reading ... this book is a privilege.

I don’t remember the exact time, when I started forgetting things, let alone the reason be a medical or psychological. I forget remembering my forgetfulness even at times, and things go irrevocably wrong. But our dear brain, do quiver things with us, our memory is discerning in keeping things, and the only reminiscence I have in all its luminous shape is of the way to school, of the old man I used to pass in my way daily.
There was something in his eyes, even as a child I could sense that, or I was the only child who could sense that, because no other one seemed to even notice him, his wrinkled, weather-worn face had a pair of speaking eyes, they spoke as you looked into them, same as the Santiago of Hemmingway had "Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated".
Santiago and Hemmingway both are entwined together too much to shun the autobiographical acclaim of the struggle away. Hemmingway, wrote his last work to restore the position of his literary genius, and succeeded undoubtedly.
The story, is quite simple one like the style of EH, even the principle heroism of Hemmingway novels is not prevalent here.Santiago,is not to be expected to have macho expeditions, fighting supernatural forces, projecting immaculate masculine powers, what he is, is a man destroyed but not defeated, what he fights is life itself, and what he fights for….is not mere living!
Hemmingway is at his best while portraying the sea imagery, the sound, the air, the smell and sight, all seen through the words, and lived through the eyes of old man, are more like a character rather than objects, the sea itself is symbolized with life and all it has to offer, the treasures and miseries and sorrows for those who mistook her for a woman who can be wooed with hearty songs! Santiago knows the skills, but lacks the fate, he is not to take the biggest catch of his life home, albeit his struggle of three days with mighty Marlin.
The ambivalence in the treatment of pride is very much vivid in throughout the novella. . A heroic man like Santiago should have pride in his actions, and as Santiago shows us, "humility was not disgraceful and it carried no loss of true pride" .but in truth, wasn’t it the pride that drove the old man past from usual sea stations, "beyond all people in the world," to catch the marlin. While he loved the marlin and called him brother, Santiago admits to killing it for pride, the excitement that stirs, the blood that rushes through those old veins while battling the mighty antagonist is unshakably nothing else, than a notion of pride. And after all as Wilde says:

“Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!