|Author:||Mikhail Yurievich Lermontov|
|Title:||A Hero of Our Time|
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|Publisher:||BiblioLife (August 18, 2008)|
A Hero of Our Time, by Mikhail Yurievich Lermontov (1814-1841), 1840, 1841. We have extensively modified the Parker translation here, mostly by attempting to render it into modern American English and at the same time to restore what we consider the most likely original meaning. That English translation, entitled 'The Heart of a Russian,' by J. H. Wisdom Marr Murray, .
Mikhail Yurievich Lermontov. Other readers will always be interested in your opinion of the books you've read. Whether you've loved the book or not, if you give your honest and detailed thoughts then people will find new books that are right for them. A Hero of Our Time, my dear sirs, is indeed a portrait, but not of one man; it is a portrait built up of all our generation's vices in full bloom. You will again tell me that a human being cannot be so wicked, and I shall reply that if you can believe in the existence of all the villains of tragedy and romance, why should you not believe that there was a Pechorin?
The preface is the first and at the same time the last thing in any book. It serves either to explain the purpose of the work or to defend the author from his critics. Ordinarily, however, readers are concerned with neither the moral nor the journalistic attacks on the author – as a result they don't read prefaces. Well, that's too bad, especially in our country. Our public is still so immature and simple-hearted that it doesn't understand a fable unless it finds the moral at the end. It fails to grasp a joke or sense an irony – it simply hasn't been brought up properly.
Nicholas Lezard thinks Lermontov's book is perfectly graspable, makes its point quickly and without beating about the bush. Modern literature begins rather earlier than you might expect, in the third and fourth decades of the 19th century: in Scotland with James Hogg, in Germany with Georg Büchner and in Russia with Lermontov. Well, not "modern literature" exactly, but in Lermontov, at least, we see the first real anti-hero. For those who have an idea of the Russian novel as an enormous beast filled with confusing numbers of characters all called Prince Something and Princess.
A Hero of Our Time, by Mikhail Yurievich Lermontov (1814-1841), 1840, 1841. The preface is the first and at the same time the last thing in any book. org to approved e-mail addresses. 1. El poder y la ciencia de la motivación. This complete HTML e-text is based on the translation from the Russian into English by Martin Parker, published by Progress Publishers, Moscow, 1947, 1951, in the public domain in the United States of America. A Hero of Our Time, my dear readers, is indeed a portrait, but not of one man. It is a portrait built up of all our generation's vices in full bloom. you will again tell me that a human being cannot be so wicked, and I will reply that if you can believe in the existence of all the villains of tragedy and romance, why wouldn't believe that there was a Pechorin? if you could admire.
A Hero of Our Time is an adventure story set among the Caucasus Mountains and a character study of a Byronic hero, Pechorin. The author claims in his preface that he has created a composite portrait, made up of all the vices which flourish, fullgrown, amongst the present generation. As many other authors, Lermontov drew on events and specific experiences in his own life to create the people (military men serving in the Caucasus) who inhabit his novel. Lermontov was, after all, a Russian military officer who served in the Caucasus. Lermontov even writes: Others have observed, with much acumen, that the author has painted his own portrait and those of his acquaintances. One of the events on which Lermontov drew, however, was his death two years after completing the novel.
The parallels between A Hero of Our Time and Pushkin’s Eugene Onegin are fairly obvious: at the centre of each is a man who, for all his charisma, is detached from life, who is, indeed, terminally bored with it. Both kill in duels people who are foolish, and who are perhaps no great loss to the world, but who, for all that, did not deserve to die: neither appears to display any great remorse for their deed – at least, not openly, and perhaps not even to themselves. However, this impression might change once I have allowed the book to resonate in my mind a bit longer. This reservation apart, A Hero of Our Time seems an extraordinary work, and one I know I will return to again: I have, after all, barely begun to understand it.