The Thin Red Line

Zusatztext Brutal! direct! and powerful . . . The men are real! the words are real! death is real! imminent and immediate. Los Angeles Times A rare and splendid accomplishment . . . strong and ambitious! spacious! and as honest as any novel ever written. Newsweek [A] major novel of combat in World War II . . . reminiscent of Stephen Crane in The Red Badge of Courage . The Christian Science Monitor The Thin Red Line moves so intensely and inexorably that it almost seems like the war it is describing. The New York Times Book Review Informationen zum Autor James Jones Klappentext They are the men of C-for-Charlie company-"Mad" 1st Sgt. Eddie Welsh, Pvt. 1st Class Don Doll, Pvt. John Bell, Capt. James Stein, Cpl. Fife, and dozens more just like them-infantrymen who are about to land, grim and white-faced, on an atoll in the Pacific called Guadalcanal. This is their story, a shatteringly realistic walk into hell and back. In the days ahead, some will earn medals, others will do anything they can dream up to get evacuated before they land in a muddy grave. But they will all discover the thin red line that divides the sane from the mad-and the living from the dead-in this unforgettable portrait that captures for all time the total experience of men at war. Foreword by Francine Prose "Brutal, direct, and powerful . . . The men are real, the words are real, death is real, imminent and immediate."-Los Angeles Times "A rare and splendid accomplishment . . . strong and ambitious, spacious, and as honest as any novel ever written."- Newsweek "[A] major novel of combat in World War II . . . reminiscent of Stephen Crane in The Red Badge of Courage."-The Christian Science Monitor "The Thin Red Line moves so intensely and inexorably that it almost seems like the war it is describing."-The New York Times Book ReviewThe two transports had sneaked up from the south in the first graying flush of dawn, their cumbersome mass cutting smoothly through the water whose still greater mass bore them silently, themselves as gray as the dawn which camouflaged them. Now, in the fresh early morning of a lovely tropic day they lay quietly at anchor in the channel, nearer to the one island than to the other which was only a cloud on the horizon. To their crews, this was a routine mission and one they knew well: that of delivering fresh reinforcement troops. But to the men who comprised the cargo of infantry this trip was neither routine nor known and was composed of a mixture of dense anxiety and tense excitement. Before they had arrived, during the long sea voyage, the cargo of men had been cynical--honestly cynical, not a pose, because they were part of an old regular division and knew that they were cargo. All their lives they had been cargo; never supercargo. And they were not only inured to that; they anticipated it. But now that they were here, were actually confronted with the physical fact of this island that they had all read so much about in the papers, their aplomb deserted them momentarily. Because though they were from a pre-war regular division, this was nevertheless to be their baptism of fire. As they prepared themselves to go ashore no one doubted in theory that at least a certain percentage of them would remain on this island dead, once they set foot on it. But no one expected to be one of these. Still it was an awesome thought and as the first contingents came struggling up on deck in full gear to form up, all eyes instinctively sought out immediately this island where they were to be put, and left, and which might possibly turn out to be a friend's grave. The view which presented itself to them from the deck was a beautiful one. In the bright, early morning tropic sunshine which sparkled off the quiet water of the channel, a fresh se...

ldquo;Brutal, direct, and powerful . . . The men are real, the words are real, death is real, imminent and immediate.”—Los Angeles Times
 
“A rare and splendid accomplishment . . . strong and ambitious, spacious, and as honest as any novel ever written.”—Newsweek
 
“[A] major novel of combat in World War II . . . reminiscent of Stephen Crane in The Red Badge of Courage.”—The Christian Science Monitor
 
“The Thin Red Line moves so intensely and inexorably that it almost seems like the war it is describing.”—The New York Times Book Review

Autorentext
James Jones

Klappentext
They are the men of C-for-Charlie company-"Mad" 1st Sgt. Eddie Welsh, Pvt. 1st Class Don Doll, Pvt. John Bell, Capt. James Stein, Cpl. Fife, and dozens more just like them-infantrymen who are about to land, grim and white-faced, on an atoll in the Pacific called Guadalcanal. This is their story, a shatteringly realistic walk into hell and back.

In the days ahead, some will earn medals, others will do anything they can dream up to get evacuated before they land in a muddy grave. But they will all discover the thin red line that divides the sane from the mad-and the living from the dead-in this unforgettable portrait that captures for all time the total experience of men at war.

Foreword by Francine Prose

"Brutal, direct, and powerful . . . The men are real, the words are real, death is real, imminent and immediate."-Los Angeles Times

"A rare and splendid accomplishment . . . strong and ambitious, spacious, and as honest as any novel ever written."- Newsweek

"[A] major novel of combat in World War II . . . reminiscent of Stephen Crane in The Red Badge of Courage."-The Christian Science Monitor

"The Thin Red Line moves so intensely and inexorably that it almost seems like the war it is describing."-The New York Times Book Review

Zusammenfassung
They are the men of C-for-Charlie company—“Mad” 1st Sgt. Eddie Welsh, Pvt. 1st Class Don Doll, Pvt. John Bell, Capt. James Stein, Cpl. Fife, and dozens more just like them—infantrymen who are about to land, grim and white-faced, on an atoll in the Pacific called Guadalcanal. This is their story, a shatteringly realistic walk into hell and back.
 
In the days ahead, some will earn medals, others will do anything they can dream up to get evacuated before they land in a muddy grave. But they will all discover the thin red line that divides the sane from the mad—and the living from the dead—in this unforgettable portrait that captures for all time the total experience of men at war.
 
Foreword by Francine Prose
 
“Brutal, direct, and powerful . . . The men are real, the words are real, death is real, imminent and immediate.”—Los Angeles Times
 
“A rare and splendid accomplishment . . . strong and ambitious, spacious, and as honest as any novel ever written.”— Newsweek
 
“[A] major novel of combat in World War II . . . reminiscent of Stephen Crane in The Red Badge of Courage.”—The Christian Science Monitor
 
“The Thin Red Line moves so intensely and inexorably that it almost seems like the war it is describing.”—The New York Times Book Review

Leseprobe
The two transports had sneaked up from the south in the first graying flush of dawn, their cumbersome mass cutting smoothly through the water whose still greater mass bore them silently, themselves as gray as the dawn which camouflaged them. Now, in the fresh early morning of a lovely tropic day they lay quietly at anchor in the channel, nearer to the one island than to the other which was only a cloud on the h…

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