![]() ![]() But he has set up housekeeping, so the village feels, with the Widow Glyn, who has designs on him (as apparently have other maidens in the community). Huw falls deeply in love with the eldest of three sisters, held in thrall by their powerful and dominant father. ![]() The pull of nationality seems even stronger, transplanted to a distant land, and one senses the undercurrents of violence, of loyalties, of feeling for the soil they are making their own and the villages they are creating. Huw writes of his silent departure from the temptations of nearness to Bron, his widowed sister-in-law of his shipping for South America and setting up- in a Welsh community there- a carpentry shop which won immediate success. Now comes another Huw Morgan narrative, stronger in plot values, less compelling on its emotional levels, but again having the sweep of saga in its rhythms of speech and tale. Nineteen years ago How Green Was My Valley rode triumphantly over the difficulties of the Welsh turn of phrase, the names, the remoteness of the setting, to almost immediate recognition of its essential quality as a saga of a people. ![]()
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