“I was ten years old then; I had lost both my father and mother within a year, and my Virginia relatives were sending me out to my grandparents, who lived in Nebraska. I travelled in the care of a mountain boy, Jake Marpole, one of the “hands” on my father’s old farm under the Blue Ridge, who was now going West to work for my grandfather. Jake’s experience of the world was not much wider than mine. He had never been in a railway train until the morning when we set out together to try our fortunes in a new world.”
Jim Burden heads west for his new life, and Willa Cather’s My Antonia is told from his perspective, yet it is less the story of Jim Burden than it is of Antonia Shimerda, a free-spirited immigrant girl whose family arrives in the west without any knowledge of the land and unable to speak English.
It is also the story of our still-young country during the times of Laura Ingalls Wilder, and the people who flocked to the West for their piece of land and life.
“I can remember exactly how the country looked to me as I walked beside my grandmother along the faint wagon-tracks on that early September morning. Perhaps the glide of long railway travel was still with me, for more than anything else I felt motion in the landscape; in the fresh, easy-blowing morning wind, and in the earth itself, as if the shaggy grass were a sort of loose hide, and underneath it herds of wild buffalo were galloping, galloping . . .”
If you enjoyed “Little House on the Prairie” when you were a kid, you will definitely enjoy My Antonia as an adult.
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