Von seiner Mutter erbt der gebildete Städter Jean Cadot das Landgut Rosmarin in der Provence. Anstatt, wie von der Dorfgemeinschaft erwartet, die Erbschaft zu verkaufen, versucht er eine Kaninchenzucht zu etablieren. Damit kommt er den mächtigen Soubeyrans in die Quere, die ihre eigenen Pläne für dieses Landstück hatten.

Pagnols Roman, ursprünglich in zwei Büchern, deren Handlung rund 5 Jahre trennen, erschienen, spielt in dessen Heimat und beinhaltet eine große Geschichte die sämtliche Zutaten eines Meisterwerks: Liebevoll skizzierte Charaktere, berauschende Naturbeschreibungen, detailreiche, fachmännisch verwebte Handlungsstränge und einen spannungsgeladenen, fesselnden Plot voll von großen Gefühlen und Lebensweisheit. "Die Wasser der Hügel" stellt sich als klassischer Heimatroman dar, der zum Träumen einlädt. Beim Lesen wird man in die Provence der 1920er entführt und kann förmlich den Lavendel riechen und sich in die bäuerliche Dorfgesellschaft einfühlen. ( )

I had a vague memory of seeing the films on TV many years ago and enjoying them, so when I saw this in a charity shop I gladly scooped it up. The translator has done an excellent job: told in a luminous, lyrical way, with a touch of fairytale or folklore, yet also with lots of sly humour rooted in the peasants' everyday life. The villains, the Papet and Ugolin, are depicted in such a way that we have compassion on them as well as Monsieur Jean and his family.

So far as I know there is no word count on these journal entries, yet even so space is too short to explain to you the beauty of this book.

It’s a double Greek tragedy. In the first part you have the tragedy of a world where you can beg the gods for what you need and not be satisfied. The earth, the sky, the Catholic’s pagan saints are all invoked; the mountain that splits the storm is the Holy Spirit.

But we know that living in this pre-industrial, half agrarian, half hunter-gatherer landscape are people and the second tragedy is the tragedy of a species that will betray its neighbour, betray its family and ultimately betray itself. You’ll notice that through the clear eyes of love Ugolin describes Manon as a goddess as she draws down to herself that which is the Lord’s.

All we guilty can hope for forgiveness if we truly repent. And God bless France and all who sail in her. ( )

A timeless classic set in the wild countryside of southern France. A plot laced with twists and turns, exposing the follies and foibles of the villagers who guard their land with a vengeance, whose livelihood is at the mercy of Mother Nature, where blood runs thicker than water. With the most befitting score http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V44E_YanQsg&feature=related. ( )