P'laski's Tunament E-Book

Thomas Nelson Page

• Herausgeber: DigiCat
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

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Thomas Nelson Page's novel, 'P'laski's Tunament,' is a southern masterpiece that delves into the intricate social structure of the antebellum South. Set in Virginia, the book beautifully captures the charm and complexity of the Old South, portraying the lives of plantation owners and their slaves. Page's elegant prose and vivid descriptions create a captivating narrative that transports readers into a bygone era. The novel's exploration of class dynamics, honor, and tradition makes it a significant contribution to Southern literature. By intertwining themes of love, loyalty, and duty, Page crafts a timeless story of human connection amidst a backdrop of societal expectations and racial tensions. The book stands as a compelling representation of the ideals and conflicts that defined the Southern experience before the Civil War. Thomas Nelson Page, a prominent figure in American literature and a native Virginian, drew upon his personal experiences and observations of Southern culture to pen 'P'laski's Tunament.' As a former lawyer and diplomat, Page brings a unique perspective to his writing, infusing his work with authenticity and depth. His intimate knowledge of Virginia's history and customs enriches the novel, providing readers with a nuanced portrayal of a bygone era. Fans of Southern literature and historical fiction will find 'P'laski's Tunament' to be a captivating and enlightening read. Page's skillful storytelling and profound insights into the Southern psyche make this novel a must-read for anyone interested in exploring the complexities of the antebellum South.

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Thomas Nelson Page

P'laski's Tunament

1891

 

EAN 8596547342809

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By Thomas Nelson Page 1891

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I had the good fortune to come from "the old county of Hanover," as that particular division of the State of Virginia is affectionately called by nearly all who are so lucky as to have first seen the light amid its broom-straw fields and heavy forests; and to this happy circumstance I owed the honor of a special visit from one of its most loyal citizens. Indeed, the glories of his native county were so embalmed in his memory and were so generously and continuously imparted to all his acquaintances, that he was in the county of his adoption universally known after an absence of forty years as "Old Hanover." I had not been long in F—— when I was informed that I might, in right of the good fortune respecting my birthplace, to which I have referred, expect a visit from my distinguished fellow-countyman, and thus I was not surprised, when one afternoon a message was brought in that "Ole Hanover was in the yard, and had called to pay his bes' bespecks to de gent'raan what hed de honor to come f'om de ole county."

I immediately went out, followed by my host, to find that the visit was attended with a formality which raised it almost to the dignity of a ceremonial. "Old Hanover" was accompanied by his wife, and was attended by quite a number of other negroes, who had followed him either out of curiosity excited by the importance he had attached to the visit, or else in the desire to shine in reflected glory as his friends. "Old Hanover" himself stood well out in front of the rest, like an old African chief in state with his followers behind him about to receive an embassy. He was arrayed with great care, in a style which I thought at first glance was indicative of the clerical calling, but which I soon discovered was intended to be merely symbolical of approximation to the dignity which was supposed to pertain to that profession. He wore a very long and baggy coat which had once been black, but was now tanned by exposure to a reddish brown, a vest which looked as if it had been velvet before the years had eaten the nap from it, and changed it into a fabric not unlike leather. His shirt was obviously newly washed for the occasion, and his high clean collar fell over an ample and somewhat bulging white cloth, which partook of the qualities of both stock and necktie. His skin was of that lustrous black which shines as if freshly oiled, and his face was closely shaved except for two tufts of short, white hair, one on each side, which shone like snow against his black cheeks. He wore an old and very quaint beaver, and a pair of large, old-fashioned, silver-rimmed spectacles, which gave him an air of portentous dignity.