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This is how – I came to read Rudyard Kipling’s Kim. Kim is one of those books, based almost solely on the title, that I never would have read without a little push. It’s recognized as a classic, but sometimes gets left off the list of all time greats. The titular Kim is Kimball O’Hara, an orphaned Irish boy living in India in the late ...
Kim. Kim es una novela picaresca y de espionaje del escritor Sir Rudyard Kipling. Publicada en 1901 por MacMillan & Co. Ltd., tiene como fondo el conflicto político en Asia Central entre el Imperio Ruso y el Imperio Británico, llamado El Gran Juego. Notable por el detallado retrato del pueblo de la India.
Kim est un roman de l'écrivain anglais Rudyard Kipling qui paraît d'abord sous forme de feuilleton dans le mensuel américain McClure's Magazine entre 1900 et 1901, puis en volume dès octobre 1901 chez MacMillan & Co. L'histoire se déroule sur fond du conflit politique larvé qui oppose la Russie et le Royaume-Uni en Asie centrale : le Grand Jeu.
Joseph Rudyard Kipling, John Lockwood Kipling, 336 páginas, R$ 54,90, Tit. original: Kim, ISBN: 9788551304754, Edição 2019, Reimpressão: 1969 Autêntica Business Contemporânea Yellowfante Gutenberg Nemo Vestígio Audiolivros Imprensa Blog 0
Kim. Rudyard Kipling. Wordsworth Editions, 1994 - Fiction - 308 pages. With a new Introduction by Cedric Watts, Research Professor of English, University of Sussex. Kim is Rudyard Kipling's finest work. Now controversial, this novel is a memorably vivid evocation of the life and landscapes of India in the late nineteenth century.
1 de ago. de 2021 · Sinopse: A carreira literária de Rudyard Kipling se consagrou com O livro da selva, clássico infantil com as histórias de Mogli, o menino lobo. Em 1907, Kipling tornou-se o primeiro autor de língua inglesa a receber o Prêmio Nobel de Literatura. Kim, de 1901, é um retrato vivo da Índia imperial, rica em culturas, linguagens e religiões.
But it was Kim who had wakened the lama—Kim with one eye laid against a knot-hole in the planking, who had seen the Delhi man’s search through the boxes. This was no common thief that turned over letters, bills, and saddles—no mere burglar who ran a little knife sideways into the soles of Mahbub’s slippers, or picked the seams of the saddle-bags so deftly.
