Felipe Quirino Quirino itibaren Ishtuganovo, Respublika Bashkortostan, Rusya, 453871
قرأت نسخه قديمه جدا في عام 2000
This is a very well-crafted account of the history of the Owens Valley in the Eastern Sierras (Inyo County, CA) from the time of the Piautes & Shoshones, to the white pioneers, and to the destruction and hostile takeover by Los Angeles' despicable greed for water.
** spoiler alert ** I admit, I thought there would be a perfect happy ending to this book to make up for the awful finish to Wolf Star. But no, even though Claidi and Argul (her True Love) are together again, they can never go back to the Hulta (his people). I may or may not have cried out of frustration at this.
This time I liked Timon less than the two other times I read it. Much of it is probably not even by Shakespeare. and--although Middleton does his professional best to keep the first few acts chugging along--most of it lacks the spark of genius. There are moments in Timon's rants that are characteristically Shakespearean and memorable not only for their poetic intensity but also for the savagery of their vitriol, but they are not enough to save this pathetic pageant (no, it is nothing close to a tragedy!) of a man of extremes who passes from gullibility to misanthrope without any discernible struggle. Sure, it sounds a little like Lear . . . but Lear--trust me!--it ain't.