Graham Greene, author, novelist, playwright, literary and film critic, is one of the world's well-known literary figures and a collection of opposites.
Graham Greene, author, novelist, playwright, literary and film critic, is one of the world's well-known literary figures and a collection of opposites.
He was present in political events and revolutions in his long life. He was a member of the Communist Party of England, a journalist and editor of The Times of London. He converted to Catholicism. He worked with the British spy service, carried out many missions in Europe and Africa and wrote important novels.
Greene was the fourth child of a middle-class and cultured family and studied for a long time in a school run by his father, but the depression that The result of struggling with the disease had taken him to the verge of suicide twice. What temporarily saved him was "Russian Roulette", which made his blood adrenaline rise due to fear and excitement.
At the age of twenty-one, he published his first literary work, the book of poems "Avril Varaji". . Two years later, at the age of twenty-three, while writing a review for The Times newspaper, he wrote "The Inner Man", whose theme was the conflict between good and evil.
Journalism helped him write between five and seven hundred words a day. He wrote dozens of book reviews and travelogues that made the mortar of his novels. Along with "Ministry of Fear", "Honorary Consul", "His Excellency Quixote", "Power and Glory", "Trusted Agent", "My Travels with Auntie Jan" and... critics and experts consider "The Third Man" to be one of the best works of this author. They know the masters.
In this article, you will get to know the best works of this famous author.
The book "Alijanab Quixote"
"Noble Quixote" is a novel by Graham Greene that was published in 1982. This book is written with a look at the novel "Don Quixote".
His Excellency Quixote asks the bishop for a leave of absence and meets the former mayor of Toboso (a communist with the nickname "Sancho") in an old car. Named Resi Nantes (the name of Don Quixote's horse), he goes on a journey to face adventures similar to those of his great and famous great-grandfather. This time, his favorite stories are stories of Christian martyrs. Graham Greene's problem throughout the novel revolves around this Catholic faith and its relationship with the text and history: the priest who doubts everything, even God, but wishes to believe, and the communist who does not doubt anything because his task with heaven has already been clarified. . Which one is more faithful? A priest who accepts the heavenly principles of the church and believes in the existence of an unseen God, but constantly feels the shadow of doubt in every moment of his life, or a communist who is sure because he believes in Marx, Lenin and even Stalin?
The debate between these two people about faith is as interesting and humorous as the debate between Don Quixote and Sancho Panza. Green has used all his writing power to write a novel that is different from his entire business and to test what it feels like to be Cervantes's child. Newly published, we read:
"- The story happened like this. Quixote's father had ordered his lunch, which he eats alone, to his servant, and to buy wine he went to the local cooperative, which was eight kilometers away by bus and on the main road to Valencia. It was a day with steamy air and a pyramid of heat emanated from the dry fields. His little Seat car, which he had bought second-hand eight years ago, had no air conditioning, and as he drove down the road, he thought wistfully of the day when he would have to get another car for himself. He calculated to himself that seven years of a dog's life could be equal to one year of a man's life, and so his car was still in early middle age. But he had noticed that the people of Abadie were looking at his Seat Six Hundred as a broken car. "One cannot trust it, Don Quixote," they warned him he could see the bed of the main road in the distance, where a cloud of dust with | The passage of cars was up in the air. As he left the road behind, the end of his small work, which he called in memory of his grandmother "Rosinantha Man", made him think. He could not imagine that he would end up rotting in a pile of scrap cars. Sometimes he thought of buying a piece of land and bequeathing it to one of the residents after his death, provided that a corner of that land would be reserved for the storage of his car.
- Father Quixote with Distraught, he returned to the bishop with half a bottle of Malaga wine in his hand. The bishop drank a cherry of wine and when he asked for another cherry of wine, Quixote's father was happy. Maybe drinking wine disturbed his taste buds. The bishop was sunk up to his neck in the only armchair in the room, and Father Quixote was looking at him anxiously. He didn't seem like a dangerous person. "He had said the Holy Mass early that morning in an empty church and unfortunately he had forgotten to clean his face."Buy Quixote's book From BingMag
The book "Honorary Consul"
A group of revolutionaries in one of the small towns of Argentina Map They plan to kidnap the American ambassador, but by mistake they steal the honorary consul of England... All the main characters of this exciting novel, which the author has mastered, are forced to endure deprivations in the face of the injustices and atrocities of this harsh world, selflessly in exchange for the satisfaction of their consciences. Finally, what seemed like a victory before, after achieving such goals, turns out to be a bitter defeat.
In this work, Graham Greene invites the reader to participate in the events and thoughts of the story with his own realism and subtle and enviable humor. He promises, without appearing to be a moral teacher.
In a part of the novel "Honorary Consul" translated by Ahmad Miralaei and published by New Publishing, we read:
"Dr. Eduardo Polar, in the port Small overlooking the Paran, between railway lines and yellow cranes, he stood watching a horizontal oven of smoke that stretched over the Chaco. The smoke oven was like a strip on a national flag, between the red rays of the dawn. Dr. Polar was alone at that lonely hour, except for the sailor who stood guard outside the navy building. The evening was one of those evenings that, due to the combination of fading light and the smell of an unknown plant, make some men feel like children and hope for the future, and for others, it brings back the feeling of something lost and almost forgotten.
Railroads, cranes, naval buildings these were the first things Dr. Polar had seen of his second homeland. The passage of years had not changed anything except that it had added to the smoke line, when he had first arrived here, this line had not yet hung along the horizon of the far bank of Parana. The factory that produced it had not been built when he came from the northern republic with his mother on the once-a-week passenger ship from Paraguay more than twenty years ago. He remembered his father in Asuncion standing on the wharf by the short bridge of the small cruise ship, tall and gray-haired with a bony chest, optimistically promising a car that would soon join them. After a month - or maybe three months - Omid was broken like a rusty car part.
When the father kissed his wife on the forehead with some respect, as you said, she was more of a mother than a father. Wife, although this work seemed a little strange in the eyes of the fourteen-year-old boy, it was not strange at all. In those days Dr. Polar considered himself as thoroughly Spanish as his mother, while it was very clear that his father belonged by right, and not merely by virtue of a passport, to the fabled Isle of Snow and Mist, the country of Dickens and Conan Doyle, even though perhaps only a few. He has retained the first-hand memory of the land he left when he was ten years old. The photograph book, which the father's parents had bought for him at the last moment before embarking, had remained - a view of London - and Henry Polar often used to turn the pages of it for his young son Edward, pages of gray photographs showing Buckingham Palace, the Tower London, and showed a view of Oxford Street, full of carriages and horse-drawn carriages, and ladies clinging to their long skirts. It was a continent of exiles of Italians, Czechs, Poles, Welsh and English. When Dr. Polar read one of Dickens's novels in his childhood, he read it like a foreigner, that is, for lack of any other proof, he took it all as contemporary truth, like a Russian who believes that he still pursues his unchanging careers in the world. where Oliver Twist is locked in an underground somewhere in London and bravely asks for more food." 25085-4.jpg" class="content-pics" alt="BingMag.com Graham Greene’s best books; Unsettled English" title="BingMag.com Graham Greene’s best books; Unsettled English" loading="lazy">
"The End of the Relationship" is narrated by a novelist, but this is not a novel about writing, which is the story of the intersection of love and faith. In the mental background of the novel, the presence of Dostoyevsky's underground man can be felt, who expresses his bitterness and disgust for man and the world in an eloquent and clear language. Graham Greene sees himself as belonging to the world of angry men, belonging to the tradition of Dante's religious writings, who loved well because of his hatred. The end of the relationship is also a story of morbid love and morbid hatred.
In a part of the novel "The End of the Relationship" which was translated by Ahad Aliqlian and published by New Publishing, we read:
"No story begins Or it has no end: we choose a moment of a life and look at the past or the future from there. I say "we choose," and I say this with the misplaced pride of a professional writer who is, of course, lauded for his technical skillsif he's ever been seriously mentioned. But did I really choose the landscape of Henry Miles in the public square on that dark rainy night of January 1946, walking across a wide stream of rain of my own free will, or did these images choose me? According to the rules of my profession, the correct and easy thing is to start the story right here but if I had believed in God at that time, maybe I would have believed that a hand is pulling my elbow and beckoning me to talk to him: he hasn't seen you yet.
After all, why should I talk to him? ? If it is not an exaggeration to use the word hate about people, I must say that I hated Henry - and his wife Sarah as well. And I think Henry also hated me shortly after the events of that night: just as he must have hated his wife from time to time, and the other one whom fortunately we didn't trust in those days. Therefore, this story is much more of a hate story than a love story, and if I sometimes say something in favor of Henry and Sarah, you must trust me: in my writing there is no bias because my professional pride dictates that the truth is half-hearted even as a tool. I'd rather hate my half-breed.
It was odd to see Henry in the yard on such a night: he liked comfort, and so did Sarah, anywayor so I thought. For me, comfort is like a misplaced memory in a misplaced place and time: if one is alone, one prefers not to be comforted. Even among the remaining furniture of the previous tenant, I felt very comfortable in the rented room I had in the inappropriate - south - part of the public area. I said to myself, I will walk in the rain and have a drink at the local cafe. The narrow and crowded hallway was full of strangers' hats and coats, and I accidentally picked up someone else's umbrella - the neighbor on the second floor had a party. Then I closed the door of the building with colored glass behind me and carefully went down the stairs that were damaged in the 1944 bombing and were never repaired." Power and Glory"
Critics consider the book Power and Glory to be Graham Greene's most popular book; It is interesting that when Greene is asked in an interview which of the characters in his stories he resembles, he immediately says: "The whiskey-drinking priest of the book of power and glory." and has a child from this informal and church-affected marriage; He drinks alcohol and is persecuted by Mexican revolutionaries. The faith of this priest is broken, but he never becomes unfaithful despite all the misfortunes, and how secretly he performs religious ceremonies for the masses of people, who love the troubles of their natural faith more than the ideals of violent and artificial revolution.
One of Greene's critics writes: "Greene's doomed and damned heroes, because of their human doubts and doubts, their misery and heresy, are closer to salvation than the bishops who dined and wined with the generals."
This book , resulted in negative reactions from the church; Because in all his stories, Green has not depicted the face of the priest, the church, and the pope very favorably. He never had a good relationship with the lord of the church and the Pope and believed that the Pope does not have a human trait and that is "doubt"; Not doubting the oneness of God, but doubting the rightness of his work and actions and the cooperation of the church people.
In a part of the novel "Power and Glory" which was translated by Hormoz Abdallahi and published by Cheshme Publishing House, we read:
"The middle-aged woman was sitting on the porch and was busy ironing socks. He was wearing glasses and had taken off his shoes for comfort. Mr. Lehr, his brother, was reading the New York magazine from three weeks ago, but it didn't really matter how old it was. All the scenes spoke of peace and tranquility.
Miss Lehr said: "Whenever you want water, pour it yourself and drink it."
There was a big blue jug in the cool corner and A pitcher and a glass next to it. "Aren't you boiling the water?" asked the priest. "Oh, no, our water is fresh and healthy," said Miss Lehr, in a precise and self-effacing tone, as if she would not have answered it if anyone else had asked such a question.
Her brother said, "The best water in the state." Is." The magazine's glossy pages, which rustled as you turned the pages, were filled with photos of senators and members of Congress, with their fleshy, clean-shaven bums. On the other side of the garden hedge, there was a wide meadow that gently undulated towards another mountain range, and there was a tulip tree that bloomed every morning and faded in the evening. It gets better, Dad. Both siblings spoke some English in their throats and had a slight American accent. Mr. Lehr had left Germany when he was a teenager to escape military service: he had a mysterious and ambitious face. If someone wanted to reach a position in this country, he had to be cunning and insidious, and he would use any trick to have a good life. They needed a few days of rest." He did not show any curiosity about this man whose steward had found him unconscious three days ago and brought him home on a mule. Everything he knew about him was what the priest himself had told him. This was another lesson that this country taught to never ask too much of anyone or try to keep your head in your own business.
"Then, I can continue my journey," said the priest.>
Miss Lehr while socks "What's your hurry now?" he said as he turned his brother around to find his pinholes.
"This is a very cozy place." We had ourselves."
He turned a page and said: "That senator, Hiram Long, should be controlled. Insulting other countries is of no use at all."
"Haven't they thought of taking your lands?"
The ambitious face changed its expression: it assumed an innocent expression. "Ah, I gave them five hundred acres of wasteland as much as they wanted. In terms of taxes, it worked out a little in my favor. Nothing could ever be planted in that land." He pointed to the columns of the porch: These were our last real troubles. Look at the bullet holes. It is the work of Villa people."Buy the book Power and Glory from BingMag
Book "Brighton Rock"
Bryton's cliff book is a story whose metaphors are cast in a realistic format; These metaphors, along with the language of the work, the emotional currents of the story and the mood of the story, create a kind of sympathy in the reader. . From his point of view, the boy is doing the task he is asked to do: crime. This is the fate that has been determined for him, and isn't any attempt to change it a form of defiance and rebellion against the eternal decree? This is a difficult question that Graham Greene poses to the reader. Who is really responsible and on what basis is the decision about right and wrong made? Here and there, he used short and poetic descriptions. These descriptions have been placed in the heart of the work and like a short poem, they shine next to its bright shadows.
In a part of the novel "Brighton Rock" translated by Maryam Musharraf, published by the third edition, we read: /p>
"When Rose woke up, she realized that she was alone, but she was not surprised by this. He was a stranger in the realm of sin and thought that such practices were considered normal there. He thought that the boy must have gone to his work. Unlike usual, Rose was not woken up by the sound of the alarm clock that day, but by the wave of light pouring into the room from the curtainless window. While he was lying down, he asked himself what duties a wife, or rather a mistress, has now?
But he did not stay in bed long, because this unusual idleness and shamelessness seemed to him terrifying and a resemblance to had no life Wanghee thought to herself that maybe the family would know that she could turn on the stove, set the breakfast table, and take out the trash. So it is better to hurry. The bell rang at seven o'clock. The ringing sound of this clock was unfamiliar and strange to Rose, and it was different from the ringing of all the clocks she had seen in her life. Its soft beats fell with a sweet and hearty echo in the morning air of a summer morning.
Rose was happy and at the same time afraid because seven o'clock was terribly late to wake up. He got up with fear and trembling, and while he was getting dressed quickly and was going to recite the morning prayer "O Merciful Father... or Holy Mary..." in a hurry, he suddenly remembered that his prayer was no longer meaningful. These things are over in his life and he has chosen his own path. If the boy was cursed, Rose was with him. So what else should he pray for?"Buy the book Brighton Rock from BingMag
Book "Third Man"
According to Graham Greene, the novel "The Third Man" was supposed to be a screenplay, but since Greene was not used to writing a screenplay without a story, he started writing a story. "good and evil" and in most of his novels, evil has a double attraction and the work of someone who wants to prefer good to evil is difficult and complicated. It is good and evil. Holly Martinez, the author of popular novels and American westerns, goes to Vienna to visit her old friend Harry Lime, but she arrives in Vienna on the day that Lime has been killed in a car accident shortly before. Lyme's fianc Anna and some of her friends are suspicious of this incident. Lime's housekeeper gives information about the accident and his death that differs from what Lime's friends told Martinez about the incident, and he is murdered shortly after giving the information. After inquiries, Martinez learns that his friend was involved in the drug black market.
The story of "The Third Man" becomes more complicated when Martinez finds out that Harry Lime is alive and the person buried in his place is actually an employee. It was Harry.
In this crime and mystery work, Graham Greene describes the events and issues very skillfully and makes the audience feel excited, terrified and delighted in the twist of unexpected events and finally admired. It arouses him.
In a part of the novel "The Third Man" translated by Mohsen Azrem and published by Cheshme Publishing House, we read:
"A person does not even know his own tomorrow. The first time I saw Rollo Martnez, I wrote in the security police file, under normally insane conditions It's funny He drains his drink to the last drop and it is not unlikely that he will also pick up a duster. As soon as a woman passes, he looks up and then comments. But, in my opinion, he likes that others have nothing to do with him. Apparently, he never really grew up and maybe that's why he praises Lime like that. I had written under normal conditions; Because our first meeting was at Harry Lime's funeral. It was February and the gravediggers had no choice but to break through the frozen ground of the Vienna Central Cemetery with an electric drill. Nature, as if, was trying not to accept Lyme; But, finally, we buried him and poured the soil that had hardened like bricks from the cold. Lyme slept in the grave, Rollo Martinez walked quickly; It was as if those long, lanky legs were ready to run, and then the tears of a boy rolled down his thirty-five-year-old face.
Rolo Martinez believed in camaraderie, and that's why what happened next, in his opinion, was a terrible blow. Was; It might be a terrible blow to your eyes and mine as well. Maybe if Martinez had told me the truth, then he would have avoided a lot of trouble.
If you are going to read this strange and more or less sad story, you should know where it happened: the devastated and sad city Vienna was divided into the zone of influence of the four Soviet powers, Great Britain, America and France; Several areas where warning signs were separated. The authority of the city center was in the hands of all four powers. The four powers, once a month, would take turns to take control of this square, which used to be fresh and new. At night, if a person sleeps, he will see with his own eyes how these international powers perform their duties: four interpreters would say a few words in the language of their common enemy; If their mouths move at all."Buy the third man book from BingMag
Book "My travels with Auntie Jan"
In the novel "My Travels with Aunt Jan", the story of Henry Poling, the retired head of the bank, is told, who meets his seventy-eighty-year-old aunt at his mother's funeral after fifty-odd years. It doesn't take long after this meeting that he encourages Henry to leave his residence to be his companion on a trip to Brighton, Paris, Istanbul, Paraguay.... During these trips, Henry meets hippies, war criminals, He hangs out with CIA spies and... and the boring life in the suburbs of his city is transformed.
In a part of the novel "Sefarhayim Ba Khalejan" which was translated by Reza Alizadeh and published by Rosenha Publishing House, we read:
"The trip to Brighton was both my aunt and I's first proper trip and a strange prelude to most of what was to come.
As we had decided to spend the night there, early in the evening We got there. I was surprised by the brevity of his luggage, which was just a small, shiny white leather bag that he called a goat's wheel. It is difficult for me to spend the night somewhere without my more or less large and heavy luggage, because I don't rest until I change at least one set of clothes, which includes changing shoes whether I like it or not. Changing shirts, changing underwear and socks is almost vital for me. On the other hand, due to the capriciousness of the English weather, I prefer to have a few pieces of woolen clothes in my luggage just in case. Khalejan took a critical look at my luggage and said, "We should take a taxi." I was hoping we could take a walk."
We had booked a room at the Royal Albion Hotel because Auntie Jan wanted to be close to the marina and Oldestine Street. He told me that they put the name of Marki Shirir of Self-Sales Market on it, which I thought could not be true. "I'd like to be in the center of evil and take a bus all over it," he said. He said as if the destination of the buses was Sodom and Gomorrah and not Lewis and Patcham and Little Hampton and Shoreham. Apparently, the first time she came to Brighton, she was a very young woman, full of expectations, which unfortunately were partly fulfilled. img src="https://bingmag.com/picsbody/2210/25085-9.jpg" class="content-pics" alt="BingMag.com Graham Greene’s best books; Unsettled English" title="BingMag.com Graham Greene’s best books; Unsettled English" loading="lazy">
The novel "Trusted Agent" is the story of the life of a man whom the author calls "D". A nameless character who always feels alienated and lonely.
The main character of the novel is a university professor who lives in the civil war to save his country. He is assigned by the government to go to England to buy coal, which has been found at an exorbitant price. He is trying to negotiate and sign a contract with the owners of one of the coal mines.
On the other hand, the rebels assign someone to prevent the signing of this contract and conclude a purchase contract with the owners of the coal mine. In the meantime, the main character of the story is placed in an atmosphere of mistrust and suspicion, mistrust of his compatriots and everyone he meets. This is where the exciting story begins in the crime-espionage genre.
In a part of the novel "The Trusted Agent" translated by Toraj Yarahamdi and published by Kitab Sarai Nik Publishing House, we read:
"Cat hair and dusty skirt, she didn't let go all night. The peace of his nightly dreams inevitably disappeared: No A flower, not an Arami river, and not an old man to talk about lessons and education. d. After the worst air raid that buried him alive, he was constantly afraid of suffocation. He felt pleased that those on the other side did not hang the prisoners, but shot them - a rope around the neck filled life with nightmares - the day came and there was no light: the yellow fog reduced visibility to twenty meters. As he was shaving his beard, Alice entered the room with a tray in hand, she had brought boiled eggs, smoked fish, and a teapot.
D. He said: Why did you bother, I was coming down myself.
Ales said: I thought it was a good excuse. I brought you your papers.
D. He took off his shoes and pulled down a sock. The girl said: Oh God, if someone comes, what will he think of you?
She sat on the bed and looked for papers in her sock. d. who had sharpened his ears, said: What was that? d. He realized that he was afraid of withdrawing the papers; Responsibility was like a bad ring that one preferred to leave to others. Els also straightened her posture on the bed and sharpened her ears; The creaking of the stairs came from the feet of someone going down.
It is Mr. Mukherjeea respectable Indian gentleman, said Els. Not at all like those low class Indians. Mr. Mukherjee is a very polite man.
D. He took the paperswell, it won't be long before he gets rid of them. "The only trouble is that he asks too many questions," said Alice, pulling up her socks. What questions does he ask.
Whatever you say. Do I believe in astrology? Do I believe what he writes in the newspapers? What do I think about Mr. Eden? And then he writes down the answers, and I don't know why.
Do you think I'm in trouble? When I feel like it, I say whatever I want to say about Mr. Eden or anything else. But sometimes I'm afraid that he writes down my words word for word."Buy the book of trusted agent from BingMag
Book "Ministry of Fear"
In this novel, Graham Greene tells the story of Arthur, a man who has just been released from a mental hospital, is on his way home when a garden party catches his attention, he goes there and in It narrates a competition to win a cake. But in fact, something went wrong. He should not have won the cake because it has a special message for a special person. The people of the organization behind this garden party try to get the cake back, but Arthur refuses to give it back. This issue causes subsequent wars and escapes.
In a part of the novel "Ministry of Fear" translated by Nahid Tabrizi Salami and published by Cheshme Publishing House, we read:
"In the garden party, something There was something so tempting and irresistible that it attracted Arthur Roe's undivided attention. The roar of the music and the sound of the wooden balls hitting the coconuts turned him into an unwilling catch. Of course, coconuts were scarce that year because of the war that was still going on: the effects of this war could be seen in the untidy gaps between the houses on Bloomsbury Street - a flat chimney in the upper half of a wall painted to look like a chimney. There was a worthless doll house and all this and green wallpaper and on the other side of the corner in the sunny afternoon the rustling sound of broken glass, like the sound of tired sea waves crashing on a rocky beach. However, the square with the flags of the independent countries and a pile of colorful cloths, which it was obvious that someone had saved them since the freedom celebrations, had done their best to create a happy atmosphere.
Arthur Roe looked eagerly at the fences. - The fences that were still standing without being damaged by the bombings. The garden party appealed to him just like innocence, an innocence mixed with childhood, with the parsonage garden, and girls in white summer dresses and the scent of hedges covered with plants and security. He didn't want to make fun of these elaborate, silly pretenses used to raise money for a certain cause.
The presence of the priest who usually ran the lottery booth was inevitable. An old woman in a floral dress that reached her ankles and a feathered straw hat formally, but excitedly, led the treasure hunt. (A small field, like a children's playground, was reserved for hiding the prizes.)
As night fell and darkness fell, people dug harder - they had to because of the blackout. Because of the war, they should close the festival earlier - in the corner, under a plane tree, there was a fortune-telling stall, which was not unlike a toilet."Buy the Ministry of Fear book from BingMag.