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The collector is John Fowles, translated by Peyman Khaksar. The Collector is John Fowles’ first published novel, written between 1960 and 1962. He had previously written Magus, which was published after the collector
About the book Collector
The collector was very well received and made Fowles famous. This book has been adapted several times for cinema and theater and has been referred to in countless works. Collector is one of the first examples of the genre that we call today as psychological trailer.
Collector’s book about the young Kurdish Frederick Clegg. A very lonely municipal employee with frustrations and emotional deficiencies whose only hobby is catching and drying butterflies, the book’s name is derived from his behavior. He has severe mental disorders and kidnaps a young girl and art student named Miranda and keeps her in the basement of her house. The story is told from the perspective of a man and a girl. The man wants to make her interested in him without hurting the girl, and the girl uses every opportunity to escape, but the shocking end of the book multiplies her charm. The film is a cinematic adaptation of a film directed by William Wyler and released in 1965. The cast includes Terence Stump, Samantha Agar and Mona Washburn.

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About John Fowles
John Fowles (March 31, 1926 – November 5, 2005) was a British novelist.
John Robert Fowles was born on March 31, 1926, in Lee-On-Sea, a small town 60 miles [60 km] from London. He attended high school at Bedford School. After a brief stint at the University of Edinburgh, he joined the Army in 1945 for military service, and his training period coincided with the end of World War II, so Fowles was not directly involved in the battles of that war. After a while he realized that military life was not in line with his mood, so in 1947 he decided to leave the army. He then went to Oxford, where he discovered existentialism and became interested in the works of Jean-Paul Sartre and Albert Camus. Fowles graduated with a degree in French in 1950 and began writing as a writer.
In 1945, during World War II, he enlisted in the army, but the war ended shortly after his training and he was not forced to go to the front. After military service he went to Oxford and became acquainted with the works of French existentialists. He especially praised Camus and Sartre and agreed with their views on harmony with norms and freedom of will. In 1950 he received a degree in French and became a teacher. He taught English for a year at the University of Poitiers in France and for two years at Anagrios College on the Greek island of Spetses, and finally taught English literature from 1954 to 1964 at Godrick College in London, where he also headed the English Department. The period he spent in Greece had a profound effect on him. During his stay on the island he began to write poetry.
From 1952 to 1960 he wrote several novels but did not give any of them to the publisher because he did not think they were complete. In the late 1960s, Fowles wrote the first manuscript of The Collector in Four Weeks, but rewrote it regularly until the summer of 1964, when it was finally delivered to the publisher. The book hit the bookstore in 1963 and became a bestseller. Critics’ admiration and the collector’s financial success allowed Fowles to quit teaching and write full time.
John Fowles died on Saturday, November 5, 2005 at the age of 79 at his home in Lyme Regis in the south-west of England after a long illness.
Part of the collector’s book
The check cost ۷ 73091 and a few shillings and a pair of pliers. I called Mr. Williams when the bookmakers confirmed on Tuesday that everything was fine. It turned out that he was angry with my resignation. Although he first said he was happy for me, he said everyone was happy, which of course I knew they were not. He even offered me to invest in a 5% loan from the office! Some municipal employees have lost the ability to distinguish good from bad.
I followed the advice of the bettors, went to London with Aunt Annie and Mabel and waited for the water to fall from the mill. I sent a صد 500 check to Tom Pierre and asked him to share it with Crouchley and the rest. I did not reply to their letters of thanks. They always thought I was stingy.
Miranda’s only problem was. When I won he was back home, it was the University of the Arts vacation, and I could only see him on a Saturday morning. All the time we were in London and spending and spending, I thought I would never see him again; But then I thought to myself, now that I’m rich, I can be a good husband to her, but again I’m saying it ‘s ridiculous, people only get married for love, especially girls like Miranda. There were even times when I thought I would forget. But forgetting is not something that is in your own hands, it happens to you. But it did not happen to me.
If, like most people of this era, you are ostentatious and immoral, you can have a lot of fun with all this money. But I must say that I have never been like this, I have never been punished in school once in my life.
Ani Protestant aunt was opposed to the Church of England, she never forced me to go to church or anything like that, yet I grew up in a relatively religious setting, although Uncle Dick occasionally sneaks into the pub. When I returned from the army, after a thousand fights, my aunt finally let me smoke, she did not like it at all. Even with all the money, he said that spending money was against his principles. But Mabel jumped as far as my eyes could see her mother, and one day I overheard them. Finally, I said that this is my money and my conscience, and if he wants, he can take all the money, and if he does not want, he can take nothing, in addition, I have not heard that the bread of the conformists is forbidden from receiving gifts.
Sentences from the text of the book
Why lie, I can not be violent. Even the thought makes my knees tremble. I remember one time when Donald and I were returning from White Chapel and wandering around the East, we saw a couple of Teddies circling around two middle-aged Indians. We crossed the street, I felt bad.
Teddy shouted and pushed them off the sidewalk in the middle of the street. Donald said what can we do and we both hit ourselves that way and quickly got away from them; But it was an animal, both their violence and our fear of violence. If he comes right now and kneels in front of my feet and hands me the skewer, I can not hit him. It is useless. I’ve been trying to get him to sleep for half an hour, but he won’t. Writing is a kind of drug for me.
It’s the only thing I crave. Tonight I read what I wrote about GPS yesterday. It’s brilliant, I know it’s brilliant because I have filled in the blanks with imagination that others cannot comprehend. This is arrogance; But my ability to summon the past seems like magic, and I do not have the ability to live in the present.
If I’m living, I’m going crazy. I remember today when I took Pierce and Antoine to see him. His black side. No, I was stupid. They had come to have coffee with us and we were going to go to my cafe later, but the queue was very long. That’s when I let them put me in a position to take them to him. I did not want to show myself. I talked about it a lot.
They said, “So you are not so intimate with him that you are afraid to take us to his house.” And I softened. When he opened the door, it was clear from his appearance that he did not like it, but he invited us to you. Wow, it was horrible, horrible. Pierce was talking a hundred to one goose, and Antoinette seemed to be paying his respects.
I tried to apologize to the others for each of their actions. JP’s ethics were weirder than ever. I knew he could back off, but more than ever he insisted on being rude. He had probably noticed Pierce trying to hide his lack of confidence.
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