Set during the great migration west to settle the plains of the North American continent, the narrative follows Antonia Shimerda, a pioneer who comes to Nebraska as a child and grows with the country, inspiring a childhood friend, Jim Burden, to write her life story.
The novel is important both for its literary aesthetic and as a portrayal of important aspects of American social ideals and history, particularly the centrality of migration to American culture. For more than seventy years, Penguin has been the leading publisher of classic literature in the English-speaking world. With more than 1, titles, Penguin Classics represents a global bookshelf of the best works throughout history and across genres and disciplines.
Readers trust the series to provide authoritative texts enhanced by introductions and notes by distinguished scholars and contemporary authors, as well as up-to-date translations by award-winning translators. In this symphonically powerful novel, Willa Cather created one of the most winning heroines in American fiction, a woman whose robust high spirits and calm, undemonstrative strength are emblematic of the virtues Cather most admired in her country.
Antonia Shimerda is the daughter of Bohemian immigrants struggling with the oceanic loneliness of life on the Nebraska prairie. Through the eyes of Jim Burden, her tutor and disappointed admirer, we follow Antonia from farm to town and through hardships both natural and human, surviving everything from poverty to a failed romance—and not only surviving, but triumphing.
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Buy from Other Retailers:. Paperback —. About My Antonia In this symphonically powerful novel, Willa Cather created one of the most winning heroines in American fiction, a woman whose robust high spirits and calm, undemonstrative strength are emblematic of the virtues Cather most admired in her country.
Also in The Great Plains Trilogy. Also by Willa Cather. Product Details. Inspired by Your Browsing History. Sapphira and the Slave Girl. Willa Cather. She makes you realize anew how much art is suggestion and not transcription, and her brevity is refreshing. Beneath the layers of Mid-Western culture, she reveals human beings embattled against fate and circumstance -- and into her picture of their dull struggles, I was able to appreciate their heroism, and find their tribulations genuinely moving.
Sorry about that graceless run-on incomplete sentence. Cather, with her clear, descriptive, unpretentious prose, would never commit such a sin. Some people and places are forever etched in our memories. Can you recall the landscapes of your childhood?
The fields or sidewalks where you'd play? Do you have friends who — even if you see them decades later — you still remember as young? Cather makes you think of all that. And much more. The book provides a fascinating look at various European immigrant communities in that era.
Sometimes a scene will consist of a character simply telling a story to entertain others remember, this was a time before TV and radio. Cather, a lesbian who never married, also offers up a glimpse into the lives of strong, determined women in a hardscrabble world dominated by men.
Here's a passage, from early on in the book: I wanted to walk straight on through the red grass and over the edge of the world, which could not be very far away. The light air about me told me that the world ended here: only the ground and sun and sky were left, and if one went a little farther there would be only sun and sky, and one would float off into them, like the tawny hawks which sailed over our heads making slow shadows on the grass. Simple, unfussy, evocative.
And I look forward to a repeat visit in her other prairie books, O Pioneers! View all 30 comments. Sep 28, Ted rated it it was amazing Shelves: reviews-most-liked , lit-american , women-s-works , americana. Near Harrison, Nebraska. Her family moved to Nebraska in when she was nine, joining h … more than anything else I felt motion in the landscape; in the fresh, easy-blowing morning wind, and in the earth itself, as if the shaggy grass were a sort of loose hide, and underneath it herds of wild buffalo were galloping, galloping … High Plains mixed-grass prairie during springtime.
After trying farming for eighteen months, they moved into the town of Red Cloud where her dad developed real estate and insurance businesses, and Willa went to school for the first time.
She was intensely moved by the dramatic environment and weather, the vastness of the Nebraska prairie, and the various cultures of the families in the area. Will Cather, ca. These novels, which became both popular and critical successes, are set in a time and locale which Cather knew from her own experience and memories, and established her reputation as a significant American writer. Cather won the Pulitzer Prize in for her next novel, One of Ours, published in Throughout the s she was praised by other writers such as H.
Mencken and Sinclair Lewis. She continued to publish novels and other fiction into the s. Willa Cather died in I had lost sight of her altogether, but Jim had found her again after long years, and had renewed a friendship that meant a great deal to him.
His mind was full of her that day. He made me see her again, feel her presence, revived all my old affection for her. Which is ostensibly the novel we are about to read. Willa Cather and her narrator Jim Burden, the character introduced as the writer by the real writer , have a lot in common. Both were born in Virginia, Cather in I further believe that Jim Burden may as well be Will Cather herself. Rather that the things that deeply affect Jim Burden are the same things that deeply affected Cather, as she grew up in a small town just like Black Hawk, knowing and knowing of the immigrant families that had come to America and thence to Nebraska to farm the prairie.
So I give up on that. If you think this beautiful, you will probably think My Antonia beautiful too. View all 27 comments. Apr 16, Zoeytron rated it really liked it. Black Hawk, Nebraska. Late 's or so, when the West was still wild. This particular area is amply populated with immigrants from Bohemia, Norway, and Sweden, most of them living in sod houses. All with their own prejudices, but most finding common ground with each other at some point. The threat of rattlesnakes, coyotes, and Mother Nature's atrocities does not differentiate between them, all are fair game.
Back in the early 80's, my husband and I bought a selection of classics from T Black Hawk, Nebraska. Back in the early 80's, my husband and I bought a selection of classics from The Franklin Library. They were all leather bound with thick gilt-edged vellum pages, a pleasure to hold in your hands. My Antonia was included in this bounty, and now, some 40 years later, I have finally read it.
View all 28 comments. An'-ton-ee-ah That's how her name is pronounced, and not like An'-tow-niya which is how I always thought it was.
I found this clarification, at the very start of the book, remarkable for me because it changed the way I read about her, till the very last page. At every mention of her name, my mind tried to pronounce it the Bohemian way, thus, never letting me forget the eccentricity and congeniality of this unforgettable character.
I have somehow spent almost a month reading this little book a An'-ton-ee-ah That's how her name is pronounced, and not like An'-tow-niya which is how I always thought it was. I have somehow spent almost a month reading this little book and in that course a lot of people around me asked what sort of a book this was? What's it about? And, I never had the same answer for any two of them.
Sometimes, it was about the Bohemian migrant family; Sometimes about the flat, windy, golden, snow-clad, rather indelible prairie; Sometimes about the narrator Jim Burden ; Sometimes about me; Sometimes about nostalgia; Sometimes about romanticism; And sometimes about struggles that one goes through and what they come out of them to become. A young ten year old Jim, after losing his parents in Virginia, comes to stay with his grandparents in a country farm in Nebraska.
He sees the landscape and is taken so deeply by it that it no longer is just the backdrop of his new life, but the very foundation of it. His undirected strolls in the prairie made him feel at home and at peace.
The light air about me told me that the world ended here: only the ground and sun and sky were left, and if one went a little farther, there would be only sun and sky, and one would float off into them, like the tawny hawks which sailed over our heads making slow shadows on the grass. I recently made a short trip to a place long from home, but with a prodigious landscape that I felt spoke to me directly and was like a new-found friend.
I found this very strange and I wondered how could I feel such a strong connection with a boundless space? Then I met Jim sitting idly against a haystack on a field wondering: I was something that lay under the sun and felt it, like the pumpkins, and I did not want to be anything more. Perhaps we feel like that when we die and become a part of something entire, whether it is sun and air, or goodness and knowledge. When it comes to one, it comes as naturally as sleep. When he first met her, she was a little girl with eyes which seemed big and warm and full of light, like the sun shining on brown pools in the wood.
This brown skinned, wild curly haired chirrup, coaxingly took his hand and ran with him to a steep drawside to show him a nondescript view. And this did not change even when they both get old and Jim visits her after a long time of hardship and tooth fall.
She shows it all to him, her children and her life. What more detail can I give here to do justice to this meta-biographical gem by Cather. All of the nitty gritties seem pointless. The more I dig deep, the more I see her Cather's feats of drawing out characters with such prudence that not one of them can now be faded with the sleight of time. In the end what remains with me is one more thing other than those images of prairies and a strong feeling of nostalgia.
Jim, at the University of Nebraska, while studying Virgil's Georgics , was informed that when Virgil was near death, Aeneid unfinished, he would have found consolation with having written that perfect Georgics and would have thought, with the thankfulness of a good man, "I was first to bring the Muse into my country". Just like Cather would have, when she moved to Nebraska and wrote this beauty about a place which was like a blank spot on the map of America.
View all 44 comments. It is a daunting task to find anything fresh to say about a book that is justifiably regarded as a classic, so I will keep this one fairly short. Willa Cather moved with her family from New England to rural Nebraska as a child, at a time when new farmland there was still being pioneered, so this tale of the state's development and specifically the experiences of the first generation immigrant farming families from Eastern Europe and Scandinavia that settled it, is inevitably coloured by her own It is a daunting task to find anything fresh to say about a book that is justifiably regarded as a classic, so I will keep this one fairly short.
Willa Cather moved with her family from New England to rural Nebraska as a child, at a time when new farmland there was still being pioneered, so this tale of the state's development and specifically the experiences of the first generation immigrant farming families from Eastern Europe and Scandinavia that settled it, is inevitably coloured by her own experiences.
The story is beautifully paced and contains nothing superfluous. Cather's Nebraska is vividly realised and her attitudes to her characters and particularly those who fall foul of conventional moral judgments seem very modern for a book first published in For the most part she avoids sentimentality too, except perhaps a little in the final chapter, which seems forgiveable.
It was also interesting to read a story that is so positive about immigration at a time when there is so much paranoia about it in popular political culture. Sep 13, Madeline rated it liked it Shelves: audiobook. This review has been hidden because it contains spoilers. To view it, click here. Turns out, even if you're a voracious teenage reader, they still don't let you take honors classes if you spend your entire high school career constantly being one bad quiz away from straight-up flunking whatever math class you're in at the time I don't r Like The Great Gatsby , I somehow avoided having to read this in high school, although I remember a lot of my friends reading Cather's book for Honors English while I was suffering through Summer of My German Soldier in regular people English.
Turns out, even if you're a voracious teenage reader, they still don't let you take honors classes if you spend your entire high school career constantly being one bad quiz away from straight-up flunking whatever math class you're in at the time I don't remember my friends having much to say about My Antonia specifically, but I remember that they Which isn't surprising, honestly.
Cather's book is, based just on the plot description, a deeply dull story with barely any actual plot: Jim Burton looks back on his childhood in frontier America, and specifically his lifelong friendship with a Czech immigrant named Antonia.
There are little bits of drama here and there, like when two Russian immigrants share the truly horrifying reason they had to leave their home country, and Antonia lives a life of quiet, constant struggle and suffering that Jim either doesn't feel the need to point out, or just doesn't notice. It's the writing that saves the book, and is the reason this is considered such a classic. Cather's prose gives us perfect descriptions of the prairie setting, and she's able to expertly use just a handful of well-chosen words to fully illustrate her characters.
Antonia will stay with you long after you finish the book. So it's a real shame that the subject of the book doesn't get to tell her own story in her own words.
I'm sure there's a very good reason that Cather makes Jim her narrator, and has him show the reader Antonia through his eyes did Cather suspect that it would be hard for a woman to sell a book where a woman tells us about her own life?
Ugh, probably , but this also means that Antonia can only ever exist to us as Jim saw her. At least Jim's not a bad narrator, overall. For the majority of the book I was enjoying myself, if only for the nice Little House on the Prairie nostalgia, but the story starts to nosedive around the time that Jim becomes an adolescent.
Suddenly his complete inability to notice the abuse that Antonia suffers is more of a problem, as he's now old enough to be aware of these things. Haha Jim, remember that time you found out that Antonia's employer had been planning to sneak into her room and rape her? Probably not, because no one ever talked about it after that scene Jim starts behaving like a self-centered little shit - ie, a teenager - and it's not fun to watch Antonia's life through his eyes anymore.
There's a lot of talk about the dances that are happening in town, and Jim starts going around with girls while internally griping about Antonia hanging out with the wrong boy. The worst part comes towards the end, when Jim has been away at college and fucking around with Lena Lingard, who is both awesome and way too good for Jim , and then comes home and tells Antonia that he loves her.
And then he leaves again, and doesn't come back for twenty years. Our hero really goes the extra mile to explain this to his readers, using a whopping two words to justify why he confessed his feelings to this poor girl and then didn't see her for two decades: "Life intervened. He eventually learns that while he was away, Antonia got engaged to some dude who then abandoned her, leaving her pregnant and unmarried.
Jim is "disappointed" in Antonia. Because Jim sucks. But she gets her life together, because Antonia is awesome, and when Jim finally comes back for a visit he puts it off for a long time, because "I did not want to find her aged and broken" , she has a loving husband, a successful farm, and a ton of kids who adore her.
All we know about adult Jim is that he's married, and the original narrator of the book doesn't like his wife. I really wish I'd gotten to read this book from Antonia's point of view. This is the story of a woman who immigrated to the United States as a child, speaking barely any English, and had to figure out how to survive with her family on the unforgiving frontier.
Her father killed himself when she was young or was maybe murdered? There's a little bit of suspicion surrounded the neighbor, and then it's dropped entirely , and she suffers abuse at the hands of her brother, her employer, and then her fiance. She has a child out of wedlock, but never tries to hide it, and bravely continues to live in her hometown with her child, ignoring the judgement and the rumors. Eventually she meets and marries a good man, who doesn't care that she already has a child, and she finally gets her farm and her family, and her happy ending.
I wanted Antonia to tell me her story, not have it filtered through the perspective of her friend. And frankly, y'all, it pisses me off that this is called My Antonia.
It reminds me, of all things, of an exchange from one of the Bond movies. Bond is bantering with Moneypenny and says, "Ah, Moneypenny, what would I do without you?
You've never had me. It's like if Drake wrote a song called "My Rihanna. Suck it, Honors English! View all 5 comments. Shelves: fiction , mesmerizing , women-and-books , fav-authors. She makes me revel in the beauty of four seasons: burning summers when the world lies green and billowy beneath a brilliant sky I read her and I forsake all others, for she tells me that no one can give the sensation of place through narrative, and also deliver such soul-stirring and wistful storytelling quite like she can.
She gives me quiet She makes me revel in the beauty of four seasons: burning summers when the world lies green and billowy beneath a brilliant sky She gives me quiet country in the form of a first person narrative mode that keeps me so invested that for a week, I live in the head of Jim, a man looking back at his boyhood in a prairie town, and suddenly, there I am, next to him, in scenic reverie, I had the feeling that the world was left behind, that we had got over the edge of it, and were outside man's jurisdiction This was the complete doom of heaven, all there was of it.
As I read through each chapter, she gives me nostalgia for the quiet country I've had the honor of experiencing, when I lived in the belly of the Appalachian mountains which at some point was considered a part of the American frontier that Cather writes about.
Her [Cather's] thoughts on feminism are also mine:"she was more interested in asserting her right to participate in a male literary tradition than in promoting an alternative female canon. And when she creates a narrative to compare the lives of these women, she gives me two of my favorite books on women: Night and Day and So Long a Letter. When she gives me Bohemia and Scandinavia, and the portrait of an unassimilated immigrant household, she showcases cultural dubiousness, and brings back memories of my own immigrant struggles of years ago: If I told my schoolmates that Lena Lingard's father was a clergyman, and much respected in Norway, they looked at me blankly.
What did it matter? All foreigners were ignorant people who couldn't speak English. There was not a man in Black Hawk who had the intelligence or cultivation, much less the personal distinction, of Antonia's father. Yet people saw no difference between her and the three Marys; they were all Boheminans, all hired girls.
She gives me pastoral literature in its simple, subtle, and structured form, leaving me much to ponder about life and love and happiness: I was something that lay under the sun and felt it, like the pumpkins, and I did not want to be anything more.
View all 33 comments. Well, a strange book. The author starts off by denying that she is the author. Not my story, no sirree, I have no responsibility what so ever for what happens between those pages, nuthin' to do with me, it's these guys you see having a gossip on a railway carriage, one of them narrates the scene and the other one, well he's the one who writes the story. Having asserted her distance from the narrative, she is free to write what ever she wants.
What she wants is a bit strange. The narration is meant Well, a strange book. The narration is meant to be recollections about Antonia view spoiler [stress on the first syllable in case you were tempted to think AnTONia or AntonIA hide spoiler ] a Czech girl, from an immigrant family to Nebraska, who both of the narrators knew as young people.
The narrative is divided into sections and although the narrative is meant to be about Antonia, she features mostly in the last section, a little bit in the first and less in the others. In the last section Antonia emerges most strongly, not as an individual but as a type, a mother of nations, perhaps she is the shape of things to come, sun -browned, capable, hard working, undaunted, a farmer's wife, mother to many, and a Grandmother.
I don't really see why or how the young antonia made such a powerful impression on the two male narrators who open the story, made that's the point, functionally she and the framing narrators feelings for her are the key that opens the tin of sardines.
With and without Antonia and she is mostly absent or in the background the book is a lyrical evocation of life in Nebraska towards the end of the nineteenth century, a fictionalisation of Willa Cather's own childhood, with a special focus on the women and girls. Apart from the gender bending such as Antonia slipping her silver ring on to Jim's ie the author's finger - an act of engagement which he rejects.
This is no rural idyll, there is suicide followed by uncertainty over where the deceased can be buried, people make money through trickery, selling up to the next bunch of know-nothing new comers at inflated prices or by adding unagreed extras to dressmaking, general sharp dealing in the hotel trade, a man might sigh with longing over the chance of getting rich in Mexico by double charging poor travellers on the railway.
Inbetween you try and survive the winters, trickery naturally leads to illegitimate babies too - our Antonia is the proud mother of one of these. Those keenest to escape rural drudgery move to the coast to open boarding houses for sailors and up sticks to the Klondike with the goldrush with a view to providing support services. A key moment I felt was narrator Jim Burden view spoiler [ now that's a weighty name hide spoiler ] reading Virgil's Georgics and as Virgil through poetry preserved his native region for posterity, so to Cather ,through Burden, makes Nebraska a realm of the muses.
A place of murder- suicides, slippery gender roles, and giant snakes whose threatening phallic symbolism is easily crushed with a handy shovel or possibly a spade view spoiler [ for added symbolic resonance the snake here is not a symbol of the native, it is an interloper, a despoiler that occupies the burrows of the prarie dogs and feeds on them, it doesn't belong in their warm moist holes, nor ought it be allowed in, luckily Cather's sexuality was a private matter, nothing to see here Freudians!
Her's is a restless America, settling is contingent, one can move on and almost everybody does, it's a land of migrants, some more recent than others - a layer cake though rather than a melting pot. Identity is difference, all honourably preserved here. In the end Jim Burden, narrator, escapes or comes to terms with nomen ist omen : The feelings of that night were so near that I could reach out and touch them with my hand.
I had the sense of coming home to myself. For Antonia and me, this had been the road of Destiny; had taken us to those early accidents of fortune which predetermined for us all that we can ever be.
Now I understood that the same road was to bring us together again. Whatever we had missed, we possessed together the precious , the incommunicable past p. View all 13 comments. May 22, Diane Barnes rated it it was amazing Shelves: re-reads , a-team-group-reads , favorites. I can't even express how much I love this book.
A re-read for me after many years, it made me feel the same way now as it did then. I had such a peaceful feeling of comfort and belonging while reading, as though I knew these people and this land.
Willa Cather is an artist when she writes about the Midwest, her words come straight from her soul. A top five favorite novel for me.
View all 22 comments. Jan 06, Margitte rated it it was amazing Shelves: family-sagas , literary-novel , chicken-soup-for-the-soul-read , american-author , reviewed , vintage-classics , read , favorites , american-history , american-novel.
Two old friends meet on a train. They grew up together in the same town, and lived in the same city, New York, although they hardly ever saw each other there. They decided to do an unusual thing. They would write down their memories of one particular girl.
In a community filled with the good, the bad and the unbelievable, she unknowingly became the primary color in many people's pictures of their lives on the remote prairies of Nebraska. She simply refused to fade away in anyone's memories. Midd Two old friends meet on a train. Middle-aged James Quayle Burden Jim Burden , a successful lawyer for one of the big Western railways, delivered his memoir in an envelope on which he first wrote 'Antonia', but then changed it to 'My Antonia' to reflect his own memories of a girl who had the fire of life in her eyes.
She was like the wind dancing in waves over the prairie grass, leaving the impression that the world was constantly running.
She was pretty, vivacious, generous. She was Mother Earth personified with a positive, energetic ambiance all around her, like lost warm rays of the sun spreading over the cold snowy landscape.
She was laughter, and kindness, and the epitome of joie de vivre , while the harsh treatment of her neurotic, cruel mother and her jealous brother who made her work in the fields on neighboring farms like a man, never seemed to stop her from being who she was. In her heart she kept the memory of her educated father alive. He was a respected violinist and philosopher in his own country. He was her muse.
Who would not want to remember a childhood friend like Antonia Shimerda? The memoir that Jim left on his friend's table, began when he was a ten-year-old orphan from Virginia. He was on his way by train to live with his grandparents, Josiah and Emmeline Burden, in the remote outskirts of Nebraska. At the train station in Black Hawk, he encountered the Shimerdas, a Bohemian immigrant family, who were heading into the same unknown dark night.
They would become his grandparents' neighbors. The cold journey by wagon through the nocturnal landscape becomes the metaphor for what lay ahead for himself in life. Probably by that time I had crossed so many rivers that I was dull to them. The only thing very noticeable about Nebraska was that it was still, all day long, Nebraska" When the straw settled down I had a hard bed. Cautiously I slipped from under the buffalo hide, got up on my knees and peered over the side of the wagon.
There seemed to be nothing to see; no fences, no creeks or trees, no hills or fields. No, there was nothing but land—slightly undulating, I knew, because often our wheels ground against the brake as we went down into a hollow and lurched up again on the other side. I had never before looked up at the sky when there was not a familiar mountain ridge against it. But this was the complete dome of heaven, all there was of it.
I did not believe that my dead father and mother were watching me from up there; they would still be looking for me at the sheep-fold down by the creek, or along the white road that led to the mountain pastures. I had left even their spirits behind me. The wagon jolted on, carrying me I knew not whither. If we never arrived anywhere, it did not matter.
Between that earth and that sky I felt erased, blotted out. I did not say my prayers that night: here, I felt, what would be would be. He had a keen eye for detail.
The warmth and color, splashed out over the gray landscape of his life with his eldery grandparents, came from the unique characters he would meet during his three years on the farm, and then a short stay in town where his grandparents retired before he left for college. The pale, cold light of the winter sunset did not beautify—it was like the light of truth itself.
All those frivolities of summer, the light and shadow, the living mask of green that trembled over everything, they were lies, and this is what was underneath. This is the truth. Their neighbor in town, Mrs. Harling and her five children, all played the piano. Sally, the tomboy in the family, drummed out the plantation melodies of the negro minstrel troupes who visited town.
Nina loved the Swedish wedding Marches. Anson Kirkpatrick, the dapper, homely as a monkey Irishman, played airs from musical comedies. All would change when the dancing pavillion of the cheerful-looking Italian couple, Mr. Vanni, came into town during a long hot summer season. They called so archly, so seductively, that our feet hurried toward the tent of themselves.
They were all Jimmy's childhood friends out on the farms, and enjoyed pivotal roles in his decisions. Life played itself out on the prairies, where the soil was tilled and planted, the winds raged over the fields, and girls worked as hard as their families to celebrate prosperity when it finally came. They were the color blotches against a monotonous, dreary background. They were always singing. And they made time to dance. The music, always the music, turned their tales into real-life operettas, or even a musical, depending on the music scores playing out in their minds.
It probably was more like a Black Hawk operetta, with elements of a happy musical added, for not everything was doom and gloom, but it did harbor a sense of tragedy here and there. Jim Burden could have been the music conductor of the orchestra, the 'hired girls' the chorus, and Antonia the star of the performance, according to his memoir.
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