Sull'Assegnazione del Nome

(19-09-2011, 18:16)Tintaglia Ha scritto:  Tra l'altro, magari ricordo male ma mi pare ci fosse la LeGuin nelle letture consigliate sul vecchio sito, quello "a forma" di casa, in cui c'era una sezione sui suoi libri del cuore. Ma non riesco a trovarne traccia.

Con la Wayback Machine ho recuperato la vecchia pagina web ( ), però incredibilmente la Le Guin non compare in quell'elenco:
Robin Hobb's Home

(19-09-2011, 18:28)The Fool Ha scritto:  

(19-09-2011, 18:16)Tintaglia Ha scritto:  Tra l'altro, magari ricordo male ma mi pare ci fosse la LeGuin nelle letture consigliate sul vecchio sito, quello "a forma" di casa, in cui c'era una sezione sui suoi libri del cuore. Ma non riesco a trovarne traccia.

Con la Wayback Machine ho recuperato la vecchia pagina web ( ), però incredibilmente la Le Guin non compare in quell'elenco:
Robin Hobb's Home

Ohibò, che efficienza.
Che strano, mi pareva proprio. Chissà con chi mi sto confondendo.
Ma, dico... Le manca la LeGuin? OO

Nell'estratto da The Willful Princess and the Piebald Prince Robin ci fa assistere direttamente a una cerimonia di assegnazione. Riporto tutto qui:

Citazione:I didn’t listen to the words of the sealing ceremony. At three years old, I was too intent on what I had heard was going to happen to the baby. She would be passed through fire, immersed in water, and buried in earth to seal her name to her and be sure that she would express the virtues of it. So, as the flames in the brazier leaped high and the queen held out her little daughter, I caught my breath in terror and anticipation.

But the queen barely waved the child through the smoke. One flame might have licked at her rosy little heel, but the princess made no murmur of objection. I did. “But she didn’t go through the fire!”

My mother set her hand on my shoulder. “Hush, Felicity,” she said gently, and backed the admonition with a sharp pinch.

I clenched my lips and kept silent. Even at three, I well knew that pinch was a warning of worse things to come if I disobeyed. I saw that the child was barely submersed in the water before the queen snatched her out of it, and that scarcely a trowelful of dry soil was dribbled down her back, never touching her head and brow at all. The little princess was startled but not weeping as the queen handed her over to her royal father. Virile lifted her high, and the nobility of the Six Duchies solemnly bowed before the Farseer heir. As her father lowered her, Caution began to wail, and Virile quickly handed her to her mother. Even more swiftly, the queen passed her to my mother. Wiped clean and wrapped in her blankets, Caution settled again, and my mother returned her to the queen.

I remember little more of that day, save for a comment I heard passed from one duke to another. “She was under the water so briefly the bubbles didn’t even rise from her skin. Her name was not sealed to her.”