Willa Cather, winner of the Pulitzer Prize, considered My Ántonia to be one of her best works, and critic H.L. Mencken claimed it was one of the best American novels ever written. Published in 1918, the novel compassionately and intimately traces the story of a Bohemian family as they settle... read more
“When I closed my eyes I could hear them all laughing — the Danish laundry girls and the three Bohemian Marys. Lena had brought them all back to me. It came over me, as it had never done before, the relationship between girls like those and the poetry of Virgil. If there were no girls like them in the world, there would be no poetry. I understood that clearly, for the first time. This revelation seemed to me inestimably precious.”
“During that burning day when we were crossing Iowa, our talk kept returning to a central figure, a Bohemian girl whom we had both known long ago. More than any other person we remembered, this girl seemed to mean to us the country, the conditions, the whole adventure of our childhood.”
““Why aren’t you always nice like this, Tony?”“How nice?”“Why, just like this; like yourself. Why do you all the time try to be like Ambrosch?”She put her arms under her head and lay back, looking up at the sky. “If I live here, like you, that is different. Things will be easy for you. But they will be hard for us.””
“She lent herself to immemorial human attitudes which we recognize by instinct as universal and true. I had not been mistaken. She was a battered woman now, not a lovely girl; but she still had that something which fires the imagination, could still stop one’s breath for a moment by a look or gesture that somehow revealed the meaning in common things.”
“"At any rate, that is happiness,; to be dissolved into something complete and great."”Jim Burden
I was entirely happy. Perhaps we feel like that when we die and become a part of something entire, whether it is sun and air, or goodness and knowledge. At any rate, that is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great. When it comes to one, it comes as naturally as sleep.Highlighted by 14 Kindle customers
that legend has stuck in my mind, and sunflower-bordered roads always seem to me the roads to freedom.Highlighted by 6 Kindle customers
Because he talked so little, his words had a peculiar force; they were not worn dull from constant use.Highlighted by 6 Kindle customers
There was nothing but land: not a country at all, but the material out of which countries are made.Highlighted by 5 Kindle customers
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...Highlighted by 5 Kindle customers
Trees were so rare in that country, and they had to make such a hard fight to grow, that we used to feel anxious about them, and visit them as if they were persons.Highlighted by 5 Kindle customers
I'd have liked to have you for a sweetheart, or a wife, or my mother or my sister-anything that a woman can be to a man. The idea of you is a part of my mind; you influence my likes and dislikes, all my tastes, hundreds of times when I don't realize it. You really are a part of me.'Highlighted by 4 Kindle customers
'This is reality, whether you like it or not. All those frivolities of summer, the light and shadow, the living mask of green that trembled over everything, they were lies, and this is what was underneath. This is the truth.' It was as if we were being punished for loving the loveliness of summer.Highlighted by 4 Kindle customers
Between that earth and that sky I felt erased, blotted out. I did not say my prayers that night: here, I felt, what would be would be.Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
As I looked about me I felt that the grass was the country, as the water is the sea. The red of the grass made all the great prairie the color of wine stains, or of certain seaweeds when they are first washed up. And there was so much motion in it; the whole country seemed, somehow, to be running.Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
Forward
Introduction
Book I: The Shimerdas
Book II: The Hired Girls
Book III: Lena Lingard
Book IV: The Pioneer Woman's Story
Book V: Cuzak's Boys
Appendix: Willa Cather's Original Introduction to the 1918 Edition
Preceded by A Farewell to Arms, and followed by Their Eyes Were Watching God .
Preceded by The Stranger, and followed by The Counterfeiters.
Preceded by Sometimes a Great Notion, and followed by Mulengro.
Preceded by Little Women, and followed by The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time.
Preceded by Tobacco Road, and followed by Farewell, My Lovely.
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