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An Iceland Fisherman (French: Pêcheur d'Islande, 1886) is a novel by French author Pierre Loti. It depicts the romantic but inevitably sad life of Breton fishermen who sail each summer season to the stormy Iceland cod grounds.
- Pierre Loti
- 1970
- Pierre Loti
- Chapter I—The Fishermen
- Chapter Ii—Icelanders
- Chapter III—The Women at Home
- Chapter Iv—First Love
- Chapter V—The Second Meeting
- Chapter Vi—News from Home
- Chapter I—The Plaything of The Storm
- Chapter Ii—A Pardonable Ruse
- Chapter Iii—Of Sinister Portent
The first appearance of Pierre Loti's works, twenty years ago, caused a sensation throughout those circles wherein the creations of intellect and imagination are felt, studied, and discussed. The author was one who, with a power which no one had wielded before him, carried off his readers into exotic lands, and whose art, in appearance most simple,...
There they were, five huge, square-built seamen, drinking away together in the dismal cabin, which reeked of fish-pickle and bilge-water. The overhead beams came down too low for their tall statures, and rounded off at one end so as to resemble a gull's breast, seen from within. The whole rolled gently with a monotonous wail, inclining one slowly t...
Their smack was named La Marie, and her master was Captain Guermeur. Every year she set sail for the big dangerous fisheries, in the frigid regions where the summers have no night. She was a very old ship, as old as the statuette of her patron saint itself. Her heavy, oaken planks were rough and worn, impregnated with ooze and brine, but still stro...
At Paimpol, one fine evening of this same year, upon a Sunday in June, two women were deeply busy in writing a letter. This took place before a large open window, with a row of flowerpots on its heavy old granite sill. As well as could be seen from their bending over the table, both were young. Once wore a very large old-fashioned cap; the other qu...
The first day she had seen him, this Yann, was the day after his arrival, at the “Pardon des Islandais,” which is on the eighth of December, the fete-day of Our Lady of Bonne-Nouvelle, the patroness of fishers—a little before the procession, with the gray streets, still draped in white sheets, on which were strewn ivy and holly and wintry blossoms ...
Their second meeting was at a wedding-feast. Young Gaos had been chosen to offer her his arm. At first she had been rather vexed, not liking the idea of strolling through the streets with this tall fellow, whom everybody would stare at, on account of his excessive height, and who, most probably, would not know what to speak to her about. Besides, h...
About a month later, around Iceland, the weather was of that rare kind that the sailors call a dead calm; in other words, in the air nothing moved, as if all the breezes were exhausted and their task done. The sky was covered with a white veil, which darkened towards its lower border near the horizon, and gradually passed into dull gray leaden tint...
The Northern sun had taken another aspect and changed its colour, opening the new day by a sinister morn. Completely free from its veil, it gave forth its grand rays, crossing the sky in fitful flashes, foretelling nasty weather. During the past few days it had been too fine to last. The winds blew upon that swarm of boats, as if to clear the sea o...
In Brittany, towards the end of September, on an already chilly day, Gaud was walking alone across the common of Ploubazlanec, in the direction of Pors-Even. The Icelanders had returned a month back, except two, which had perished in that June gale. But the Mariehad held her own, and Yann and all her crew were peacefully at home. Gaud felt very tro...
She had been walking for the last hour, lightly yet oppressed, inhaling the healthy open breeze whistling up the roads to where they crossed and Calvaireswere erected, ghastly highway ornaments of our Saviour on His cross, to which Bretons are given. From time to time she passed through small fishing villages, which are beaten about by the winds th...
An Iceland Fisherman is a novel written by French author Pierre Loti. The story is set in the late 19th century and follows the life of a young fisherman named Yann Gaos. Yann is born and raised in the small fishing village of Paimpol, located on the coast of Brittany, France.
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"An Iceland Fisherman" is a poignant narrative that delves into the harsh lives of Breton fishermen who brave the treacherous waters near Iceland to eke out a living. The story focuses on the life of Pierre, a sailor who struggles with the perils of the sea and the longing for his beloved Marie.
Mar 26, 2006 · About this eBook. Pêcheur d'Islande. English. Public domain in the USA. 160 downloads in the last 30 days. Project Gutenberg eBooks are always free! Free kindle book and epub digitized and proofread by volunteers.
- Pierre Loti
- An Iceland Fisherman
- 1970
- Cambon, Jules, 1845-1935
Jan 24, 2014 · "An Iceland Fisherman" is a novel by French author Pierre Loti that depicts the romantic but inevitably sad life of Breton fishermen who sail each summer season to the stormy Iceland cod grounds. Literary critic Edmund Gosse characterized "An Iceland Fisherman" as "the most popular and finest" of all Loti's writings."
- Pierre Loti
Mar 31, 2019 · About a group of French fishermen who leave Brittany to fish in the rough but bountiful waters off the coast of Iceland, this book is as much about the struggles they face in the violent weather of the North Atlantic as it is about the heartbreak faced by those left behind.
