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Free download available at Elizabeth von Arnim born as Mary Annette Beauchamp in Austrailia.In the Mountains is written as a diary or journal entries The story is told by an English lady who escapes personal troubles in London and finds refuge at the chalet in the Swiss Alps It takes her several weeks of lying in the grass, looking up into the sky, and loving her natural surrounding before she feels normal.Her love of books in the chalet of how I feel about books she treats with respect She calls them Elder not old books.Dolly and Kitty show up one day on her doorstep She takes them into her home and the three of them began to help each other Dolly a free spirit and Kitty is the protector All three hiding from something in their past.I almost feel as if Dolly and Kitty are made up characters of her own personalities as the mesh so well together finding peace in each other She writes with a flowery flourish, toward the feminist side and contains some dry humor probably the sign of the times In researching EVA they say that the Enchanted April is a prequel, Vera is a sequel, and Elizabeth and her German Garden is like a biography of her life. #READ BOOK × In the Mountains Ý First Published In , The Story Is Written In First Person As A Journal Our Narrator Is A Tired English Woman Who, After WWI, Escapes Ambiguous Personal Troubles In London And Seeks Refuge At Her Chalet Among The Swiss Alps As She Starts To Gain Strength, Two English Women, Also Of Ambiguous Personal Circumstances, Show Up Literally On Her Doorstep The Hostess Takes Them In, And They Embark On A Strange And Endearing Path To Helping Each Other In the Mountains by Elizabeth von Arnim, a Reviewa LONG review Written, 1920.We meet the narrator through her diary as she writes from her high Swiss mountain chalet Set at the end of the first World War, our friend has fled London life for the solace and peace of mountains I want to be quiet now I crawled up here this morning from the valley like a sick ant struggled up to the little house on the mountainside that I haven t seen since the first August of the war, and dropped down on the grass outside it, too tired even to be able to thank God that I had got home For never specified reasons, our friend, the narrator for the life of me I can t recall if we ever learned her name diarists don t usually write their own names as they detail their lives, I suppose has left her home and perhaps her family like I said, details are murky , broken in spirit and looking for healing She relates that after doing virtually nothing but laying on the grass outside the chalet for a couple of weeks she has servants, so she can do that she feels that her breath is coming back and she might decide that life can become bearable again She reminisces, of all things, about meeting Henry James and rereads a letter he wrote to her , wanders about the hills, feels cowed by her staid servants, is slightly interested in the dog and the farmyard, and writes in her diary At this point she shares this thought as she has become closer to healed upThe only thing to do with one s old sorrows is to tuck them up neatly in their shroud and turn one s face away from their grave towards what is coming next Soon after this, two women in black dresses and funny old fashioned petticoats, English widows to be correct, show up at her door, having lost the trail on their way from what they hoped would be a cheap lodging house but was no longer in the mountains It is late in the afternoon, much too late for them to safely make it back down the mountain so, rashly, our heroine invites them to stay These women, two sisters, are such interesting characters Mrs Barnes Kitty , a fifty ish, well meaning but very buttoned up woman and her sister Mrs Jewks or Juchs as we discover Dolly , a forty ish, shy but charming I love little details that make stories rich Such a one and even better that I know so many people who share this problem , as told by Mrs Barnes, about her and her sister s Christian namesOur dear parents, both long since dead, said Mrs Barnes, adjusting her eyeglasses comfortably on her nose, didn t seem to remember that we would ever grow old, for we weren t even christened Katherine and Dorothy, to which we might have reverted when we ceased being girls, but we were Kitty and Dolly from the very beginning, and actually in that condition came away from the font What follows is rather a lovely story of friendship and healing with a little mystery a very little and romance a very, very little added I don t think this author is widely read any Sad It s true that I m only just becoming acquainted with her and can t make a definitive judgment on her caliber over all However, I have read her works described as fluff and the like I suppose that may be true in a sense, maybe But, to me, an author who can tell a story almost about nothing but, by way of wit, tenderness, humanity and true observations about real life, a story that touches and entertains me, is not who or what I d put in the fluff category This story is full of silly little details and a lot of nothing happening, but then you come across these gems that show you how the author really lived, observed, and loved Try this oneWe don t know what we ve got inside us each of disorder, of discomfort, of anxieties Perhaps there is nothing perhaps my friends are as tidy and quiet inside as out Anyhow, up to now we have kept ourselves to ourselves, as Mrs Barnes would say, and we make a most creditable show Only I don t believe that keeping oneself to oneself attitude Life is too brief to waste any of it being slow in making friends I have a theory Mrs Barnes isn t the only one of us three who has theories that reticence is a stuffy, hampering thing Except about one s extremest bitter grief which is, like one s extremest joy of love, too deeply hidden away with God to be told of, one should be without reserves And if one makes mistakes, as if the other person turns out to have been unworthy of being treated frankly and goes away and distorts, it can t be helped, one just takes the risk For isn t anything better than distrust, and the slowness and selfish fear of caution Isn t anything better than not doing one s fellow creatures the honour of taking it for granted that they are, women and all, gentlemen Besides, how lonely Oh my goodness, isn t that the truth And how many of us out there aren t earnestly endeavoring to hide or keep closed what, if shared, could and would touch and bless lives Can we have too many people dear to our hearts Can we have too many opportunities to touch hearts I absolutely love the line goes away and distorts It is so accurate, but as our dear narrator so wisely continues, such connections, moments of humanity bordering on godliness, are worth the riskDo you, she asked Do I what Hold with love Yes, I said Whatever happens Yes, I said Whatever its end is Yes, I said And I won t even say yes and no, and the cautious Charlotte Bronte did when she was asked if she liked London I won t be cautious in love I won t look at all the reasons for saying no It s a glorious thing to have had It s splendid to have believed all one did believe Even when there never was a shred of justification for the belief asked Dolly, watching me Yes, I said and began passionately to pin my hat on, digging the pins into my head in my vehemence Yes The thing is to believe Not go round first cautiously on tiptoe so as to be sure before believing and trusting that your precious belief and trust are going to be safe Safe There s no safety in love You risk the whole of life But the great thing is to risk to believe, and to risk everything for your belief And if there wasn t anything there, if it was you all by yourself who imagined the beautiful kind things in the other one, the wonderful, generous, beautiful kind things, what does it matter They weren t there, but you for once were capable of imagining them You were up among the stars for a little, you did touch heaven And when you ve had the tumble down again and you re scrunched all to pieces and are just a miserable heap of blood and brokenness, where s your grit that you should complain Haven t you seen wonders up there past all telling, and had supreme joys It s because you were up in heaven that your fall is so tremendous and hurts so What you ve got to do is not to be killed You ve got at all costs to stay alive, so that for the rest of your days you may go gratefully, giving thanks to God that once you see, I finished suddenly, I m a great believer in saying thank you I d certainly give something to know someone who actually talked like that or be one myself I agree Life is too short to be stingy with loving I don t mean promiscuity, you know I mean actually being willing to entertain the fact that the person you are next to right now no matter how normal or how abnormal or how good or how bad is a being of light, a beautiful, eternal entity who could, if you let them, and without them actually doing a thing, touch your heart and open your mind and allow you to see what it must be like, just a little, to be God Humans are incredible Our narrator does find soul healing up on her mountain Would she have found it if she had been alone Perhaps Often, though, our healing happens because we have the opportunity to minister to others wounds and miseries and thereby find solace for our ownA little happiness what wonders it works Was there ever anything like it This is a place of blessing When I came up my mountain three months ago, alone and so miserable, no vision was vouchsafed me that I would go down it again one of four people, each of whom would leave the little house full of renewed life, of restored hope, of wholesome looking forward, clarified, set on their feet, made useful once in themselves and the world After all, we re none of us going to be wasted Whatever there is of good in any of us isn t after all going to be destroyed by circumstances and thrown aside as useless When I am so foolish if I am so foolish I should say, for I feel completely cured as to begin thinking backwards again with anything but a benevolent calm, I shall instantly come out here and invite the most wretched of my friends to join me, and watch them and myself being made whole The house, I think, ought to be rechristened It ought to be called Chalet du Fleuve Jordan But perhaps my guests mightn t like thatis that something like The House of the River Jordan , I m not sure But it surely seemed that the people crossed into their own lands of Promise or were on their way by the end of this short novel Our narrator later shares this wise reflectionLike the almond trees in the suburban gardens round London that flower when the winds are cruelest, the autumn crocuses seem too frail to face the cold nights we are having now yet it is just when conditions are growing unkind that they come out There they are, all over the mountain fields, flowering in greater profusion the further the month moves toward winter Do I flower most profusely the I m pushed and tried The colder it gets I m afraid not, but I m learning.At a few points in the novel the narrator talks to herself as if she s writing to her older and wise self It was confusing for just a moment until I realized who the old lady was she was talking about and when I did realize, it was so adorable I want to talk to myself that way To realize that one day I ll laugh at and yet sympathize with the frazzled, fearful woman I once was It s good to be reminded that most elderly people probably think this way and look back on their lives in this manner I certainly do it already and wonder and chuckle at how worked up I ve gotten about things that felt absolutely terrifying or shattering or even crippling at the timeThen today I remembered my old age, and the old lady waiting at the end of the years who will want to be amused, so I ve begun again I have an idea that what will really most amuse that old lady, that wrinkled philosophical old thing, will be all the times when I was being uncomfortable She will be so very comfortable herself, so done with everything, so entirely an impartial looker on, that the rebellions and contortions and woes of the creature who used to be herself will only make her laugh She will be blithe in her security Besides, she will know the sequel, she will know what came next, and will see, I daresay, how vain the expense of trouble and emotions was You silly little thing I can imagine her exclaiming, If only you had known how it all wasn t going to matter And she will laugh very heartily for I am sure she will be a gay old lady Love, love, love Highly recommend to those who don t need thrilling plot and or totally purpose driven reading and who are willing to spend some time up in the mountains I certainly did. Bello, molto malinconico nella prima parte ma non noioso se si conosce la vicenda privata dell autrice Dopo la met prende vita ma non decolla del tutto Stelle 3 Di certo non conosco la noia allo stesso modo in cui sembrano conoscerla gli altri quando si ritrovano soli, quando vengono loro a mancare fonti di divertimento esterne quanto alle persone noiose, persone incontestabilmente noiose, ebbene, in realt non mi annoiano, mi interessano Trovo meravigliosa la loro inconsapevolezza di essere noiose.Perch dovrei preoccuparmi del marito di qualcun altra Una donna rispettabile si preoccupa solo del proprio Tuttavia non conosco due argomenti pi difficili da affrontare con tatto se non i tedeschi e i mariti quando poi si sommano il coraggio mi viene meno E a te A me cosa A te l a piace S ho risposto Qualunque cosa accada S ho risposto Quale ne sia la fine S ho risposto E non voglio neppure dire s e no, come ha fatto la cauta Charlotte Bront quando le hanno chiesto se le piacesse Londra Non voglio essere cauta in a Non voglio guardare a tutti i motivi per dire no una cosa meravigliosa da avere avuto Ed meraviglioso aver creduto intutto ci in cui si creduto Anche quando non c era mai stata alcuna reale giustificazione per credere ha indagato Dolly fissandomi S ho risposto e ho cominciato a fissarmi il cappello in testa con gesti concitati, infilzandomi con gli spilloni per la foga S L importante crederci Non aggirarsi prima in punta di piedi e con infinita cautela, cos da avere la certezza, prima di credere e confidare, che la tua preziosa convinzione, la tua preziosa fiducia, saranno al sicuro Al sicuro In a non c sicurezza Si rischia mettendo in gioco tutta la vita Ma l importante rischiare credere e rischiare tutto per quello in cui credi Cosa importa se poi risulta che in realt non c era niente, che sei stata tu a immaginare nell altro tutte quelle cose belle e gentili sul suo conto, le cose splendide, generose, belle e gentili Quelle cose non c erano, ma tu per una volta sei stata capace di immaginartele Per un po di tempo sei stata su in alto tra le stelle, hai toccato il cielo con un dito E una volta ripiombata gi a terra, ridotta a pezzi e trasformata in un miserevole ammasso di sangue e ossa rotte, con che coraggio dovresti lamentarti Non hai forse visto meraviglie su in cielo, meraviglie inenarrabili, e avuto gioie supreme perch ti trovavi in paradiso che la tua caduta stata cos terrificante e dolorosa Ma non devi lasciarti uccidere, devi restare viva a tutti i costi, cos che per il resto dei tuoi giorni tu possa essere riconoscente e ringraziare Dio di aver vissuto un tempoin cui vedi ho concluso d un tratto, io credo molto nella gratitudine. Lettura un po insipida, che ha molto da offrire in termini di emozioni suscitate dalle descrizioni della natura ma che per trama e personaggi lascia molto a desiderare La protagonista soffre per una passata e indefinita delusione sentimentale la cui natura rester misteriosa Le due donne che si ritrova ad accogliere in casa paiono quasi caricature di personaggi verosimili, perch le loro caratteristiche sono esacerbate a tal punto da risultare poco credibili riservatezza, affabilit , altruismo estremo, pudicizia, riuniti a formare un cocktail davvero detestabile proprio perch esagerati Infine non ho proprio mandato gi l instant love tra il vecchio zio della protagonista e la pi giovane delle sue vedove lui compare alla fine del romanzo, la donna capisce immediatamente le sue intenzioni in linea con la tendenza a collezionare mariti e senza neanche scambiarsi pi di qualche parola dopo pochi giorni avviene la proposta di matrimonio, ovviamente accettata.Boh, saranno stati altri tempi ma cos mi pare davvero eccessivo Le note positive invece sono la gi citata capacit di descrivere i paesaggi incantati delle vallate alpine in estate luoghi in cui mi sono subito proiettata con facilit essendo ormai pi di due mesi che lavoro in un rifugio di alta quota , la montagna presentata come luogo dove poter ritrovare la serenit e l inserimento di brevi dialoghi in francese che per me che conosco bene la lingua hanno svolto il ruolo di piacevole variazione sul tema Splendida la copertina, su tutto il resto il mio giudizio per appena sufficiente. La vita, ci dicono, si sviluppata per gradi dal protozoo al filosofo, e questo sviluppo, ci assicurano, senza dubbio un progresso Purtroppo tutto questo ce lo assicura il filosofo, non il protozoo My translation from the Italian book Life, we have been told, has developed gradually from the protozoon to the philosopher, and this development, we are garanteed, is progress without doubt Pity it is the philosopher the one who guarantees us that, not the protozoon Isn t she lovely This is the first novel I have read by this Elizabeth von Armin Written in diary format, the opening chapter begins in Switzerland with a beleaguered female main character attempting to revive her spirits directly after WWI The writing is quite descriptive, with many passages devoted to the beauty of the natural surroundings Thankfully additional characters are eventually introduced into the mix, in the form of two sisters who lose their way while sightseeing A respectful type of camaraderie and reliance upon each other develops between the women Based on the ratings and reviews, this isn t Elizabeth von Armin s most popular book After reading some background information about the author, it seems many of her fictional stories are semi autobiographical This particular story moves very slowly but offers historical insights into the cultural and emotional aftermath of WWI It isn t a deep or taxing type of book, which worked okay for me in this moment I would consider reading The Enchanted April or Elizabeth and Her German Garden in the future. I was sceptical at the beginning of this book The last book by EVA only got 2 stars from me, and I wasn t expecting much from this one as a consequence But by page 3, I realized my mistake I don t think I ve ever read a book where the protagonist appeals so directly to the reader certainly I ve never seen it carried off with such skill and charm It is almost impossible not to relate to her and feel like you want to be her friend I looked at the reviews of this book afterwards and was impressed by how many people said they wished they could sit down with EVA and chat Says a lot, I think.The theme of healing and nature especially in the first half of the book reminded me of A Month in the Country also a wonderful book.Lovely I feel like I have a new friend. Un libro sul dolore, e sul potere di risanamento dell a, dell amicizia e della comprensione tra simili.Perfetto sotto ogni aspetto.E quanto mi sarebb piaciuto passare un estate sui monti svizzeri, nella casetta di Elizabeth von Arnim Nota a margine mi stuspico sempre di quanto la vita della scrittrice venga rielaborata nei suoi romanzi, e sia sempre presente, di ome riesca a mettere sulla carta, anche se in narrativa, i dolori che l hanno accompagnata e sono stati tanti e grandi Forse era la sua via per la guarigione, e la invidio anche se avesi los tesso talento, non credo che potrei.