Retrieve Elokuu Compiled By Frans Emil Sillanpää File

on viime kesinä ollut tapana tutustua suomalaisen kulttuurin klassikkoihin, Katson aina vähintään yhden vanhan Suomifilmin ja luen yhden vanhan kirjaklassikon ja jos mahdollista, niin mieluiten kesäaiheisen!

Viime vuoden kirjana olikin F.
E. Sillanpään "Ihmiset suviyössä", josta pidin kovasti, Odotukset olivat siis korkealla myös tätä kirjaa kohden, Valitettavasti niitä ei kuitenkaan missään vaiheessa lunastettu, Mikä siis mätti

"Elokuu" ei ole huono kirja, Se on kauniisti kirjoitettu ja F, E. Sillanpään kieli on kaunista sekä upean kuvailevaa, Hetkittäin se myös osuu ja uppoaa ja kuvailee kohtalokkaasti niitä kaikkia elämän koukeroisia murheita ja iloja, joihin me jokainen aina jäämme kiinni väkisinkin.


Mutta kun ne muutamat hyvät kohdat eivät vain kantaneet, Toisin kuin Suviyössä, lähes kaikki ihmishahmot jäivät ontoiksi, Mannekiineiksi, joidenka liikkeet tuntuivat ennaltaarvattavilta, En vieläkään edes ymmärrä, mitä ne kaikki naiset Kanavan vartijan elämässä olivat ja miten ne liittyivät toisiinsa Ihmisten tarinat eivät herää henkiin heistä kerrottaessa.
Ja päähenkilönkin menneisyys ja traaginen alkoholistin tarina pitää vääntää rautalangasta lukijalle,

Kunniamaininta kuitenkin siitä elämänmeiningistä kuvailusta Suomesta, jollainen se joskus muinoin oli, Sillä on hauska huomata, että moni asia ei kyllä kuitenkaan koskaan muutu, vaikka niin aina haluttaisiin luulla,

Voin kyllä silti suositella tätä kirjaa Sillanpään faneille tai jollekin muulle, joka haluaa vaan fiilistellä Elokuuta, Sillä oli tätä kuitenkin paikoitellen kiva lueskella siinä pimenvessä helteisen kosteassa elokuisessa illassa, Rahulik raamat, milles nagu ei juhtugi midagi, aga ometi on seda huvitav lugeda, Looduse kirjeldused ja tavaliste inimeste mitte just eriti lihtsa elu kujutamine oli minu jaoks üllatavalt kerge ja sujuv, Kirjeldusi küll jagus, kuid need ei olnud liiga pikad ja keerulised, Lõpp tuli küll ootamatult, kuid polnud üllatav, Nüüd on pigem tunne, et kogu raamat liikus sujuvalt just sellise lõpplahenduse suunas, Kauniisti kerrottu tarina. En ole aiemmin lukenut Sillanpäätä, mutta hänen luonnon ja ihmismielen kuvauksensa tekivät vaikutuksen, Vähäiseen sivumäärään on mahdutettu useita elävän tuntuisia ihmiskohtaloita ja hienoa luonnon kuvausta, Kirjan lähestyvän ukkosen tavoin painostava tunnelma tiivistyy lause lauseelta ja sivu sivulta, Hieno pienoisromaani. Oli ensimmäinen Sillanpään kirja minkä aikoinani luin, ja vasta nyt toisella lukukerralla aukeni kunnolla, Harvinaisen kiinnostavia henkilöhahmoja, lähes jokaista niistä tulee sekä rakastettua että vihattua : August
I don't like books about Finnish peasantry.
I don't like Finnish literature, especially classic, They're always about the same knife fights and drunkenness, At least that was what I believed a couple of years ago, Since then I've decided to pick up some Finnish titles that seem interesting, Although drinking is a big part of this story and the language is old and strange, the beautiful use of words when describing nature and the heart breaking ending are enough to give this the big rating of four.


With the risk of sounding snobbish: I still am not drawn to stories about Finnish peasantry, However, even amongst those stories are jewels that cannot be ignored, The simplicity of Elokuu was gorgeous the feel of summer and the moment before summer storm were so beautiful, I'll be reading more from Sillanpää, simply because he's really good at describing human emotion and nature, I still can't get over the ending, The moment when you realize your life wasn't supposed to be like this, That everything you dreamed about is gone and you don't have enough strength and courage to change that, Instead you're all alone. Kanavanvartija Viktor Sundvall, mies, joka on mennyt naimisiin palvelijattarensa kanssa ja jolla on toteutumattomia kirjailijahaaveita, on myöhempinä vuosinaan vajonnut alkoholin orjuuteen.
Tamperelainen hotellinemäntä, eräs hänen poikavuosiensa rakastettu, tulee maalle häntä tervehtimään, Frans Emil Sillanpää was born on theth of September,, at Ylä Satakunta in the Hämeenkyrö Parish of Finland on a desolate croft of the same name.
The cottage had been built by his parents, his father Frans Henrik Henriksson, who had moved there some ten years before from Kauvatsa in the Kumo Valley, and his mother, Loviisa Vilhelmiina Iisaksdotter, whose family had lived in the Hämeenkyrö Parish from times immemorial.
Sillanpääs parents had experienced all the trials and tribulations common to generations of settlers in those parts of Finland, Frosts had killed their seeds, farm animals had perished, and the farmers children, too, had died, until only Frans Emil, the youngest of the offspring, was left.
There was only a mobile school Frans Emil Sillanpää was born on theth of September,, at Ylä Satakunta in the Hämeenkyrö Parish of Finland on a desolate croft of the same name.
The cottage had been built by his parents, his father Frans Henrik Henriksson, who had moved there some ten years before from Kauvatsa in the Kumo Valley, and his mother, Loviisa Vilhelmiina Iisaksdotter, whose family had lived in the Hämeenkyrö Parish from times immemorial.
Sillanpää's parents had experienced all the trials and tribulations common to generations of settlers in those parts of Finland, Frosts had killed their seeds, farm animals had perished, and the farmer's children, too, had died, until only Frans Emil, the youngest of the offspring, was left.
There was only a mobile school for the farm children, and it was purely by accident young Sillanpää's life was to abound in accidents that the crofter's son, who was regarded as a bright lad, came to attend a regular school where he displayed a real aptitude for learning.
Some idealists decided that nothing less than a secondary school at Tampere would do and, after giving the matter some thought, old Sillanpää consented to send his son away.
For five years, Sillanpää's parents pinched and scraped to keep their son in school, after which he supported himself for another three years and, in, matriculated with good marks.
This was a time in Finland when a promising young man could study almost indefinitely on borrowed money, and young Sillanpää was not slow to avail himself of this miscarriage of educational zeal.
He plunged into learning and his studies were as chaotic as they were long drawn out, He did, however, choose biology as his basic subject and worked hard in the laboratory, cutting up things, studying them under the microscope, and drawing what he saw until, one fine day, he woke up to find that five years had gone by his examination day was still far off and the kind old gentlemen who had been lending him money were not prepared to do so any longer.
He scraped together enough cash to return to his home, where he found his father and mother poorer than ever, He lived in their hut and shared their meals, which could hardly excite a gourmet's palate, His student days were over, his amorous escapades a thing of the past, but at least it was easy enough for him to start from nothing.
Sillanpää acquired at a nearby village shop some stationary of the type favoured by village lads for private correspondence and wrote a short story, which he sent to the editor of a large city paper without much hope of seeing it published.
To use an expression popular in those days, the story must have been written with his heart's blood because, after a very short time, it appeared on the front page of the aforesaid paper and its author received a very handsome letter from the editor's secretary, as well as his fee, which was than welcome.
The story had been published under a pen name but the literary world of Helsinki soon discovered

the identity of the author and the erstwhile eternal scholar found himself, to his amazement, receiving letters of extravagant praise.
After several of his stories had been published in the same paper, something very unusual happened, He was approached by a wellknown publisher who asked to be borne in mind should Sillanpää's literary output stretch to a whole book.
The publisher went so far as to offer him a reasonable advance to enable him to work in peace, Yet another wonder one of a series occurred at that time, At an unimportant village dance, Sillanpää met a shy seventeen year old girl who, insisting that she could not dance, sat far at the back of the dance hall.
In spite of her resistance, Sillanpää dragged her out onto the dance floor to discover that she could dance after all, which she proceeded to do with the utmost seriousness and concentration.
This was the beginning of a twenty five year saga, during which Sigrid Maria for such was the name of the se sitelink.