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by Joseph Conrad,Roger Allam

  • ISBN: 1855494442
  • Category: Humanities
  • Subcategory: Other
  • Author: Joseph Conrad,Roger Allam
  • Language: English
  • Publisher: Cover to Cover Cassettes Ltd; Unabridged edition (March 1, 2000)
  • ePub book: 1368 kb
  • Fb2 book: 1623 kb
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  • Rating: 4.9
  • Votes: 822

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A short shiny jacket barely covered his loins,and his white wrists protruded far out of the tight sleeves, as thoughthe emergency had added to his stature, had lengthened his limbs,augmented his pallor, hollowed his eyes. He moved, climbing high up, disappearing low down, with a restless,purposeful industry, and when he stood still, holding the guard-rail infront of the starting-gear, he would keep glancing to the right at thesteam-gauge, at the water-gauge, fixed upon the white wall in the lightof a swaying lamp.

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Typhoon, Joseph Conrad Typhoon is a novella by Joseph Conrad, begun in 1899 and serialized in Pall Mall Magazine in January–March 1902. Its first book publication was in New York by Putnam in 1902; it was also published in Britain in Typhoon and Other Stories by Heinemann in 1903. Typhoon is a classic sea yarn, possibly based upon Conrad's actual experience of seaman's life, and probably on a real incident aboard of the steamer John P. Best (according to the book by Jerry Allen on the Sea Stories.

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No one has limned more vividly the courage, the skill, the dreams, and terrors of those who set out upon the waters.

Roger Allam puts a fine brush of sympathy on the skipper's gruff Belfast voice and nicely catches the suppressed hysteria of the second in command, Jukes. You hear the gale shrieking long after his admirably taut reading of Conrad's classic sea-storm portrait is over.

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Comments

Nten Nten
What better review than a brief passage in which Conrad brings us to understand the whole of human life in just a couple of paragraphs filled with darkness, wind and water, the full-blown crashing images and bewildering sensations of a killer storm? How much more could possibly be said in the few dozen pages coming before and after? Definitely a good read.

The sea, flattened down in the heavier gusts, would uprise and overwhelm both ends of the Nan-Shan in snowy rushes of foam, expanding wide, beyond both rails, into the night. And on this dazzling sheet, spread under the blackness of the clouds and emitting a bluish glow, Captain MacWhirr could catch a desolate glimpse of a few tiny specks black as ebony, the tops of the hatches, the battened companions, the heads of the covered winches, the foot of a mast. This was all he could see of his ship. Her middle structure, covered by the bridge which bore him, his mate, the closed wheelhouse where a man was steering shut up with the fear of being swept overboard together with the whole thing in one great crash—her middle structure was like a half-tide rock awash upon a coast. It was like an outlying rock with the water boiling up, streaming over, pouring off, beating round—like a rock in the surf to which shipwrecked people cling before they let go—only it rose, it sank, it rolled continuously, without respite and rest, like a rock that should have miraculously struck adrift from a coast and gone wallowing upon the sea.

The Nan-Shan was being looted by the storm with a senseless, destructive fury: trysails torn out of the extra gaskets, double-lashed awnings blown away, bridge swept clean, weather-cloths burst, rails twisted, light-screens smashed—and two of the boats had gone already. They had gone unheard and unseen, melting, as it were, in the shock and smother of the wave. It was only later, when upon the white flash of another high sea hurling itself amidships, Jukes had a vision of two pairs of davits leaping black and empty out of the solid blackness, with one overhauled fall flying and an iron-bound block capering in the air, that he became aware of what had happened within about three yards of his back.

He poked his head forward, groping for the ear of his commander. His lips touched it—big, fleshy, very wet. He cried in an agitated tone, "Our boats are going now, sir."

And again he heard that voice, forced and ringing feebly, but with a penetrating effect of quietness in the enormous discord of noises, as if sent out from some remote spot of peace beyond the black wastes of the gale; again he heard a man's voice—the frail and indomitable sound that can be made to carry an infinity of thought, resolution and purpose, that shall be pronouncing confident words on the last day, when heavens fall, and justice is done—again he heard it, and it was crying to him, as if from very, very far—"All right."

He thought he had not managed to make himself understood. "Our boats—I say boats—the boats, sir! Two gone!"

The same voice, within a foot of him and yet so remote, yelled sensibly, "Can't be helped."

Captain MacWhirr had never turned his face, but Jukes caught some more words on the wind.

"What can—expect—when hammering through—such—Bound to leave—something behind—stands to reason."

Watchfully Jukes listened for more. No more came. This was all Captain MacWhirr had to say; and Jukes could picture to himself rather than see the broad squat back before him. An impenetrable obscurity pressed down upon the ghostly glimmers of the sea. A dull conviction seized upon Jukes that there was nothing to be done.
Uylo Uylo
If anyone is a Conrad devotee, this is probably the first short story to read, if one is interested in his works. Most of his works pit the individual against the forces of nature, man's struggle to overcome overwhelmng odds, or a work focuses on a romantic hero out to make his way in a difficult world, usually against forces beyond his control and usually on the sea. His works are voyage stories, and TYPHOON pits Captain McWhirr and his crew against an enormous storm in the China Sea, and the reader is there; right in the middle of the most terrifying experience one can imagine. I've never read anything like it, and the reader will not forget it. Conrad is not easy reading; his diction is superb, and his references in the reading are extensive. This is a writer whose native language was Polish, along with Russian, French, and German; nevertheless, his prose is beautifully written.
BroWelm BroWelm
Conrad remains one of the best story writers even to this day. Typhoon is a true classic joined with other classic stories in this book. There is no way better to spend some time reading this book. Recommendation: turn off the dxxxxxx TV and read this! You will be the better if you do so!
ME ME
This Penguin edition assembles 4 stories that were first published together in 1904, and written in nearly the same sequence. 3 were first published in magazines, 1 not. The reasons why 'Falk' was not able to find a magazine publisher are attributed either to its inconvenient length, or to the upsetting subject of canibalism.
The stories share several themes: the sea is there, even when the action is on land, and so are ships and the people who spend parts of their lives on them. Alienation is in all, being a stranger, being expatriate, as is the reverse of the medal, xenophobia, condescension, racism.
One common theme is 'imagination', twice for the alleged lack of it, twice for the obvious overabundance of it.
Best of the crop is Typhoon, which I have reviewed separately and longer. A funny adventure story, as I see it.
The other long story is Falk, which is actually 2 for the price of one. The main story, the frame, is a farce about expatriates in Bangkok; inside the main story, the title hero tells the narrator his adventure on a Danish steamer that went adrift in the Southern ocean, leading to the horrifying experience that some readers found disgusting.
2 shorter stories are set in Kentish villages near the sea, and both deal with strangers. Amy Foster is the far better one of the two stories, dealing with a shipwrecked man from Eastern Europe who gets stranded and is treated like an animal until he slowly manages to establish a rudimentary foothold in a hostile environment. The title hero is a domestic helper who is the first to show pity for the 'madman' and even falls in love. Tragically, she is not fully able to discard the prejudices of her countrymen. (Is there an autobiographical component here? John Stape, the Conrad biographer who wrote the introduction, thinks not. I guess he is right.)
The last story (To-Morrow) is maybe the least remarkable piece of writing from Conrad that I know, and quite forgettable.
Drelalak Drelalak
I have never read a story that Made me actually feel the tension and fear of the events. I sure hope I never have the experience in real life, in my reading chair was enough.
GAZANIK GAZANIK
As with so many of his better-known stories, Conrad's Typhoon doesn't disappoint. He brings the reader into the full fury of the storm, the overwhelming sounds in and around the ship, and the desperation of the men - crew and 'cargo' - on board. While it would seem the author does not hold the Captain in particularly high regard, he does paint him the hero in this instance.
Anarus Anarus
I hadn't read Conrad in years. Supposedly not his greatest work but I found it mercifully short, many-layered, and moral.
Nice, quality book.