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'''Rip Van Winkle''' is a [[short story]] by [[Washington Irving]], first published in his ''[[Sketch-Book]]'' in 1819-20, about a man who falls asleep in the [[Catskill Mountains]] of [[American Revolution|pre-Revolutionary]] [[New York]] and only re-awakens 20 years later to discover that both he and the world about him have completely changed. The story itself is based on a [[Germany|German]] [[folk tale]] which Irving encountered while in [[Europe]]. It is often regarded as the first American short story and proved so popular at the time, and since, that the name of the principal character has entered the American [[lexicon]]. | '''Rip Van Winkle''' is a [[short story]] by [[Washington Irving]], first published in his ''[[Sketch-Book]]'' in 1819-20, about a man who falls asleep in the [[Catskill Mountains]] of [[American Revolution|pre-Revolutionary]] [[New York]] and only re-awakens 20 years later to discover that both he and the world about him have completely changed. The story itself is based on a [[Germany|German]] [[folk tale]] which Irving encountered while in [[Europe]]. It is often regarded as the first American short story and proved so popular at the time, and since, that the name of the principal character has entered the American [[lexicon]]. | ||
The story is fictionally attributed to Diedrich Knickerbocker, Irving's literary invention whom he also employed as the supposed author of his ''History of New York''. | |||
==Story summary== | ==Story summary== | ||
Rip Van Winkle lived in a small village along the [[Hudson River]] in upstate New York. He loved to spend long, lazy days conversing with the vllagers at the general store and | Rip Van Winkle lived in a small village along the [[Hudson River]] in upstate New York. He was a simple, good-natured fellow who loved to spend long, lazy days conversing with the vllagers at the general store and going on long forays into the nearby [[Catskill Mountains]] with his hunting rifle and his [[dog]] Wolf. His wife regarded him as lazy and shiftless. For his part, Rip thought her to be shrewish. | ||
One day, Rip went off into the Catskills with his dog and, with dusk approaching, had just started on his way back home when he heard someone calling out his name. He espied a small, Hobbit-like creature and, following him through a cleft in the mountains, came upon a number of similar folk solomnly playing at nine pins. Joining in the game, he imbibed a large quantity of their drink and fell asleep. | One day, Rip went off into the Catskills with his dog and, with dusk approaching, had just started on his way back home when he heard someone calling out his name. He espied a small, Hobbit-like creature and, following him through a cleft in the mountains, came upon a number of similar folk solomnly playing at nine pins. Joining in the game, he imbibed a large quantity of their drink and fell asleep. | ||
Revision as of 13:14, 22 August 2009
Rip Van Winkle is a short story by Washington Irving, first published in his Sketch-Book in 1819-20, about a man who falls asleep in the Catskill Mountains of pre-Revolutionary New York and only re-awakens 20 years later to discover that both he and the world about him have completely changed. The story itself is based on a German folk tale which Irving encountered while in Europe. It is often regarded as the first American short story and proved so popular at the time, and since, that the name of the principal character has entered the American lexicon.
The story is fictionally attributed to Diedrich Knickerbocker, Irving's literary invention whom he also employed as the supposed author of his History of New York.
Story summary
Rip Van Winkle lived in a small village along the Hudson River in upstate New York. He was a simple, good-natured fellow who loved to spend long, lazy days conversing with the vllagers at the general store and going on long forays into the nearby Catskill Mountains with his hunting rifle and his dog Wolf. His wife regarded him as lazy and shiftless. For his part, Rip thought her to be shrewish.
One day, Rip went off into the Catskills with his dog and, with dusk approaching, had just started on his way back home when he heard someone calling out his name. He espied a small, Hobbit-like creature and, following him through a cleft in the mountains, came upon a number of similar folk solomnly playing at nine pins. Joining in the game, he imbibed a large quantity of their drink and fell asleep.