Fratricides kazantzakis biography
- The story is set in Kastellos, a remote village in Macedonia, at the time of the Greek Civil War. The village is controlled by the army, but is being besieged.
- The Fratricides by the Greek author Nikos Kazantzakis recounts the tragic violence that swallowed the Greek countryside in the civil war of the late 1940s.
- Nikos Kazantzakis was born in 1883 in Herakleion on the island of Crete.
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The Fratricides is about internecine strife in a village in the Epirus during the Greek civil war of the late 1940s. Many of the villagers, including Captain Drakos, son of the local priest Father Yanaros, have taken to the mountains and joined the Communist rebels. It is Holy Week and, with murder, death and destruction everywhere, Father Yanaros feels that he himself is bearing the sins of the world.Tags
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He wonders, has God forsaken man, or has God simply given us brains and left the world’s affairs up to us? Are the communists who are trying to overthrow the government
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Fratricides (In Greek).
KAZANTZAKIS, Nikos.
Item Number: 2645
Athena: Helen Kazantzakis, 1965.
Octavo, original wrappers. Very good in a very good dust jacket. Signed by Helen Kazantzakis, the widow of the author on the rear endpaper.
The Fratricides by the Greek author Nikos Kazantzakis recounts the tragic violence that swallowed the Greek countryside in the civil war of the late 1940s. Castello, a village in Epirus is not spared all the death and destruction which culminated during the Holy Week. "Stark and ashen, the houses were barren, stone piled on stone, their doors so low one had to stoop to enter and within was darkness. The courtyards smelled of horse manure, goat droppings, and the heavy stench of man. Not a single house had a tree in its courtyard, or a songbird in a cage, or a flowerpot in the window, with perhaps a root of basil or a red carnation; everywhere, only stone upon stone. And the souls who lived within these stones were hard and inhospitable. Mountains, houses, people they were all granite." (p.1)
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