Theme of love and despair in the story salvatore
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The short story by Somerset Maugham, Salvatore, deals with a simple fisherman who lives on the Italian island of Ischia. Maugham begins by saying, “I wonder if I can do it.” He doubts whether he would be successful in portraying the character of an ordinary fisherman leading an ordinary life with qualities incredible and extraordinary and if he would be able to hold the attention of readers through a normal description of a simple man in possession of an uncommon mindset and the rarest and the most treasured quality of goodness in him. He recounts in a few pages, the life of Salvatore, one of the most appreciable portrait in Maugham's gallery of exceptional individuals.
Salvatore was the son of an Italian fisherman. As a boy of fifteen, he would laze on the beach with few clothes on his brown rail like physique. Being familiar with swimming, he moved in and out of the sea with a comfortable ease and an effortless grace. He climbed the pointed sharp edged hills, jumped in the delightful water and nursed his siblings with an ever present smile and never fading kindness. He supervised them when they ventured too far, dressed and fed them with love.
He grew up fast and after sometime found himself head long in love with a beautiful girl who “had eyes like forest pools and held herself like a daughter of the Caesars.” She lived on the Grande Marina. They got engaged but he was allowed to marry after his formal military training for which he had to leave his beloved hometown as well as his most prized possession, his fiancée. When he left the island so dear to his soul for the first time in his life to join as a sailor in the navy of King Victor Emmanuel, he wept like a small child.
Salvatore, least bothered about the worries and hassles of a regular life, enjoyed a life of freedom and carefree attitude. If anything consumed his undivided attention, it was his love for the pretty girl. He experienced a rapturous delight and contentment in the little white cottage among the vines, the silent paths and the mountains and the sea, the pearly dawn of Vesuvius and the exquisitely beautiful sunset of Ischia.
He observed such a strong bond with his native land where he had spent the most impressionable years of his life that “when he ceased to have them before his eyes he realized in some dim fashion that they were as much part of him as his hands and his feet. He was dreadfully homesick.”
He found it extremely difficult to work in a shackled environment at the beck and call of others. He struggled to free himself from the authoritarian dominance that was against the bird like freedom he enjoyed in Ischia. He hated “to walk in noisy, friendless cities with streets so crowded that he was frightened to cross them.”However the most painful experience that tormented him and made his heart bleed was his separation from his soul mate, the girl he loved with the passionate intensity of his heart. “He wrote to her (in his childlike handwriting) long, ill-spelt letters in which he told her how constantly he thought of her and how much he longed to be back.”
Salvatore was the son of an Italian fisherman. As a boy of fifteen, he would laze on the beach with few clothes on his brown rail like physique. Being familiar with swimming, he moved in and out of the sea with a comfortable ease and an effortless grace. He climbed the pointed sharp edged hills, jumped in the delightful water and nursed his siblings with an ever present smile and never fading kindness. He supervised them when they ventured too far, dressed and fed them with love.
He grew up fast and after sometime found himself head long in love with a beautiful girl who “had eyes like forest pools and held herself like a daughter of the Caesars.” She lived on the Grande Marina. They got engaged but he was allowed to marry after his formal military training for which he had to leave his beloved hometown as well as his most prized possession, his fiancée. When he left the island so dear to his soul for the first time in his life to join as a sailor in the navy of King Victor Emmanuel, he wept like a small child.
Salvatore, least bothered about the worries and hassles of a regular life, enjoyed a life of freedom and carefree attitude. If anything consumed his undivided attention, it was his love for the pretty girl. He experienced a rapturous delight and contentment in the little white cottage among the vines, the silent paths and the mountains and the sea, the pearly dawn of Vesuvius and the exquisitely beautiful sunset of Ischia.
He observed such a strong bond with his native land where he had spent the most impressionable years of his life that “when he ceased to have them before his eyes he realized in some dim fashion that they were as much part of him as his hands and his feet. He was dreadfully homesick.”
He found it extremely difficult to work in a shackled environment at the beck and call of others. He struggled to free himself from the authoritarian dominance that was against the bird like freedom he enjoyed in Ischia. He hated “to walk in noisy, friendless cities with streets so crowded that he was frightened to cross them.”However the most painful experience that tormented him and made his heart bleed was his separation from his soul mate, the girl he loved with the passionate intensity of his heart. “He wrote to her (in his childlike handwriting) long, ill-spelt letters in which he told her how constantly he thought of her and how much he longed to be back.”
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