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Bartleby reveals her universe

Eric Bonnargent accepted at the end of the year to confide in the tavern about the interruption of his blog Bartleby's eyes open , its new projects, and also address some issues revolving around literature and the blogosphere.
Thanks to him for having lent the game so spontaneously.

• What motivates your decision to stop your blog at the end of the year, and no longer collaborate Fric Frac Club ?

For FFC is a bit long and not very interesting. Let's say I had contact with two or three members and I do I've never felt in my place in this group. My personality did not fit with that of others, some in particular. The split became irreversible after maintenance that François Monti and I've done with Juan Asensio , maintaining that the FCC, for obscure reasons on which I have already explained, has refused to publish (François Monti is nevertheless one of the founders of the FFC). It was the first time a veto was laid on the text of one of us. Anyway, I am always a reader of the FFC, which is undoubtedly one of the best literary blogs available on the net.

Regarding my blog, it lasted three and half years. It will close on January 9, the texts will be available a few days then it will disappear completely. I publish two articles per week and it becomes too burdensome. Readers do not realize it, but it's much, much work and I have cravings for something else. Yet it is a bit difficult to suddenly disappear and that's why, January 9 at night, begin a new adventure in collaboration with Marc Villemain ( whose next novel will be released in the spring Quidam ). We want to devote less time both to our personal blogs, where the idea of creating a set. Most of the time, we will not talk of books and when we do, it will be from different viewpoints, but complementary. I think it will be a great adventure because, unlike what happened with the FFC, we really are friends and know that between us there will be no ego problems or pettiness of any kind.

• Can you tell me about your activities around the book which, despite our privacy some of them are still unknown to me?

Do not worry, I will not reveal anything about our privacy
... My main activity remains for a few weeks my blog. I also worked at Magazine Books for which I write some reviews and conducts interviews with French and foreign writers. In the last issue, for example, I talk with Eric Pessan About Incident person, but also with Horacio Castellanos Moya about to collapse .
But what, now mind most is the completion of my book due out next spring to Publishing Vampire Active . This is an essay entitled Small treaty shifted literature. This book is built around reviews for the most part already published on my blog (with also unpublished), but rewritten for the occasion. The Atopia, ie, the time lag that some characters may experience with daily reality, was the thread (not always respected) my blog. This discrepancy arises from an acute awareness of his own individuality and leads to a malaise that can manifest itself in different forms: in particular, depression, marginalization, loss control, loss and even suicide. My book aims to introduce this concept and offer a panoramic view of world literature spoke, otherwise, I hope, quite well known texts and books, unfairly, are much less. Styron, Moravia, McCarthy or Borges rub Marechera , Mallard, Liscano or Solstad.

• Does the shift you mention, that this notion of Atopia you strive to develop, precludes Does not the name your blog, which would further highlight a sort of revelation?

Not at all, quite the contrary. One chapter of this book is also devoted to the syndrome that Bartleby Vila-Matas defines Bartleby and Co. as a 'attraction to nothingness, that makes some artists, despite ( or perhaps precisely because of) a high standard of literature, never manage to write, or write a book or two before giving up writing, or even after giving easily a work in progress, are one day literally paralyzed forever. " syndrome Bartleby is the way some writers feel that Atopia, this sense of strangeness vis-à-vis their business writing. My fascination for bartlebysme is one of the starting points of my blog. I never had the slightest pretension messianic, I just want to mention the difficulty to be in writing and in life.

• This compiler does risk does not at the same time frustrate avid readers of your blog that are already familiar with the items found there, and let the marble ones that are not your readers Blog?

I do not think this book can be frustrating, for several reasons. Firstly, a physical reason: when the book has appeared, the blog will no longer exist at all and the articles have been published will no longer be available. Will be republished on the new blog items not listed in the book. Then, even if my readers would know by heart my articles and I have no doubt!, These have mostly been rewritten. Moreover, some critics are unpublished. Finally, the Little Treaty of literature is not shifted a mere compilation. Critics are framed by two pieces in which I explain what is precisely this notion of Atopia and how she finds herself at the center of all the great masterpieces of literature.

• How do you see the proliferation of blogs on literature?

all depends on what kind of blog is talking about. I distinguish the literary blogs read blogs. I said that does not mean separate or prioritize despise. Blogs of reading, indeed, thrive. Reading a blog is a blog that provides a summary of a book and give a subjective opinion. Basically, this is for the blogger to say whether he liked or disliked a particular book. There are very well made, as Biblioblog , for example.
literary blogs, they are trying to analyze a more literary book, speaking of style, themes, instead of this book in the history of literature. There are very good. Only this approach interests me and if I take a look at some blogs to read, I do regularly read the literary blogs. Them, because they are more demanding, do not proliferate and, for that very reason their audience is often more restricted than reading blogs. Comments are also more rare because the blogs are often read of salons where people come to chat and give advice.

• In your eyes, what defines a work compelling?

It is impossible to answer this issue in a nutshell ... The question is inexhaustible, but I would say, simply put, a work is convincing when the author has something to say and has a unique way to say it. Too many poor books, both in style and ideas. Steiner wrote somewhere: "The artist, the thinker, exceptional give a new interpretation of it. "One book convinces me when offering a new reading of it.

• What is the last book you could not finish?

Let me think ... I try always go to the end of a book. I remember the coup, the first book I have not finished, it was the Memoirs of a Dutiful Daughter of Simone de Beauvoir . Regarding the latter, I hesitate between Sport and hobby of Salter and the novel that everyone loves so much, The City of absent Piglia . The first annoyed me deeply, deeply annoyed the second. I must say that I have trouble with postmodernism. It always the same recipes at work and it is painful: a little history, a little science, real characters that include fiction, narratives multiply, etc.. The content changes each time, but the shape is always the same.

• What are the opportunities that blogs offer no other media?

The blog provides an opportunity for anyone to speak on any subject. The disadvantage, and the literary field is no exception to the rule, it is often to say anything anyhow. The advantage is that it allows real players to talk about literature and especially a literature that traditional media does not talk or whatever. A few years ago, only the blogs talking about Roberto Bolaño of William Vollmann , etc.. These readers are often much more talented and cultured than professional journalists have never had the opportunity to express themselves without this platform that is the blog.

• What is your latest influenced by reading a blog?

I do not remember, but I often buy books based on my reading on bouquinosphère. On my table there, for example, Edgar Hilsenrath and there will soon Gabrielle Wittkop .

• Sacred travel perspective, very different from one another. And a literary magazine?

I do not read any literary magazine ... There is too much talk of books, acclaimed in the same manner, demolished in the same way and sections, format required, are generally not searched enough and say, therefore, nothing interesting ...

• How do you see the arrival of "book virtual "and the threat it poses to the book in its" classic "?

I do not see it ... A virtual book did nothing for me a book. It is possible that the phenomenon of taking magnitude, I do not know, but I do not think so. If, however, this proves to be the case, I'm terribly unhappy. Firstly, I can not stand to read on a screen. Then, I like the book as object. I like the different formats. I like good work for some publishers. A book has a weight, smell, texture. Touching the paper is a nice feeling. to touch, I am able to recognize some publishers. Even the noise of a page that looks pleasant. Like the thin squeal that made my pencil on paper when I said passages or write comments. My relationship to the book is carnal. The digital book is disembodied, it is an abstraction. The digital reading is ultimately a bit like cybersex, this may be convenient, but it misses the point.

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The intoxicating scent of death

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In 1972, exit Necrophile at Regine Deforges struck by one of the immorality topic, others by the stylistic elegance of the pen of the author, by signing the first novel that announced by its theme, the essential his bibliography. It was not until nearly thirty years to the day reviewing the text in an edition worthy of the name, finally separated from the Necropolis of Jean-Louis Degaudenzi .
highlight of our feature on Gabrielle Wittkop, who passed away just last eight years, Anne-Francoise He has now spent even a very good article which makes a particularly touching tribute .

"But if, of course, I like boys, but also women.

really could not tell him: "I would love your rolling eyes, your mute lips, your sex cold, if only you were dead. Unfortunately, you have very bad taste to be alive (...) ".

Lucien N antiquarian activity plunges from morning to evening in the ambience of deleterious artifacts by craftsmen disappeared. Amateur Japanese netsuke, these statues depicting eroticism under the watchful eye of Thanatos, he finds the pleasure of his immortal antics beyond the grave.
If the enjoyment of the coupling with the deceased is for him an unparalleled sharpness, due to the organic degradation of the deceased, it nevertheless remains a frustrating uncertainty. From the revelation of the existence of a potential lover, until the latter's state requires to get rid of the Seine, through the perilous journey that takes them to the cemetery their refuge in love, the necrophiliac is subject to an emergency at all times. To find intimacy conducive to the development of lovers, as he strives to improve the climate of the room housing the loved one as cold as possible, Lucien forcing his entourage not to be disturbed under any circumstances to provide torque to the required privacy. The unpredictability of certain situations sometimes grows to shorten the preparation offering peace and pleasure in his world caulked by forcing him to indulge in impromptu hugs within the territory of his partner erotic, or its immediate periphery. Indiscriminately attracted to men and women, children and people advanced age, by the beauty and repulsive creatures, the intoxication of Lucien was primarily due to the smell of moth emerging from their skin because "it seems to come from the heart of the earth, where the empire larvae musky run between the roots, where the mica plates cast their glow silver ice, where the blood of the dull future chrysanthemums, among peat powder form, the sulphurous muds. The smell of the dead is the return to the cosmos, that of the sublime alchemy. "

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The coupling here is that the subject of a fascinating ceremony is depicted with a fervor reminiscent transcendental ancestral marriage of heaven and earth. Occasionally, death reveals a surprising discovery that further enhances the discreet charm of the deceased, such as firmness of the breasts of an elderly woman, or the vigorous sex with a virgin. For Lucien, death is not an end in itself but rather the apotheosis of the essential qualities in the germ.
His newspaper, network accounts, responding to each other, gives his adventure a trajectory that seems guided by the call renewed the dead, the latter giving the impression of a mutual desire to testify for the lovesick. Fragmentation of course voluntary, mandated by the form used, the narrative offers an intensity which the highlight is often in units of shadow, unspeakable revelations, evocations suspended. The surgical precision of writing, made possible by the speech in first person, created conditions conducive to the reign of an oppressive atmosphere, and not any possible value judgments. Stunning in its dexterity to break the moral rules, Gabrielle Wittkop not content to inspire in the reader of the knee-jerk reactions and disturbing empathy for his character, it causes a reflection on the ambivalent relationship that Lucien ambiguous, but some of its congeners, maintain, of One way or another with the dead. The necrophiliac is several times as a spectator of forbidden love which he believes to be the exclusive holder living as a collector who would need to have the privilege of knowing the sole owner of a piece of a rarity copy.

• Rediscover: The Necrophile Gabrielle Wittkop in Portraits in an edition of six collages accompanied by the author
• Gabrielle Wittkop, The Passion of the death by Nikola Delescluse, the legatee of his work that he has also devoted a blog .
• Gabrielle Wittkop or the sublimity of the unspeakable, A tribute signed Irma Vep, two years ago that, on the occasion of the commemoration of the death of the Great Lady.
• Interview ago nearly ten years in Paris by Felicia Dubois

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Three fates under the eye of the raven

Gustave Dore engraving to illustrate the poem "The Raven of Edgar Allan Poe

Alongside his notable works, but what works Gabrielle Wittkop is not?-collection of three stories featuring a character whose death is imminent guess, Departures copies demonstrates once again the charm possessed by the pen of this most fascinating artist a title.

Featuring no fewer than three times the word fetish Gabrielle Wittkop ("crosshairs") and reusing, but less systematically, the anaphoric process, characteristic of the famous novel Death C. , the first news we interfered in the nineteenth century in the spirit of Idalia, designer of 17 who dream of a trip to climb aboard a balloon. What could be more natural therefore to see the young Scots take the road that leads to the foot of the tower of a tower overlooking the Rhine near Koblenz, unexpected model of artistic sketches, dreaming of the Highlander Bonnie Dundee loyal to King James, once betrayed by a traitor servant. Suspended time Animated impulsive thoughts by long-term dreams that make you forget time snacks to share with family and the way back. Using the stairs which lead to the top places, she finds herself trapped on the platform burg because of a boot which she believes she embodies the perfidy suffered by the original Highlander shows. Weakened by climatic conditions and the contingencies of his situation, lighter than the crows that fly, she embarked, in spirit at least on the car of a vessel departing to destinations closer to heaven than earth. From call to call, cries in despair cries of distress, the girl vies for invention to renew contact with civilization, up to propel off of pigeons that may arise at the foot of a Solitary Walker. Yet, despite signs that speak the local population, none of its members made the connection between healthy signs, visions, memories and echoes of his moans washed away by the wind, and the mysterious disappearance, now made public.

Gustave Dore engraving to illustrate the poem "The Raven of Edgar Allan Poe

Unlike the first, the text concludes the book, A descent we rushed on him in the basement of hell New York which scrapes a population of hobos , whose review varies blithely estimated ones and others.
recently Abandoned by his girlfriend who operated illegally work in the shoe business she holds, Seymour finds himself overnight in the precarious sprawling city. Symbol of the gradual defection of his fate, his belly protruding slightly at the abdomen, is dragged causing a wreck like the wreck of his unfeeling owner, who is confronted with the dregs of society in a maze where rotting hordes of homeless painfully surviving on meager food being returned by the decaying metropolis, and that use recycled paper journals of scholarship to make a mattress to the ground.
Devoured by vermin, the hapless vagabond who has spent his last days in the underground, paradoxically know a similar purpose to the young Idalia.

Engraving of Gustave Dore to illustrate the poem "The Raven of Edgar Allan Poe

The central text of the collection, Nights Baltimore, presents the last days of Egar Allan Poe whose death has generated theories as diverse tuberculosis, epilepsy, diabetes, rabies, acute alcoholism among many others. Gabrielle
Wittkop, it seems to suggest the predominance of the assumption of corruption and violence that raged covertly during elections.
The exchange of uniforms made in this seedy hotel in Baltimore with a man in the face of darkness and the decline of the black man in the tavern "Gunner's Hall temporarily transformed poll, invite us to think that this ale was forced by his captors to forego his right to vote Basic.
The story teems with references to the history of the author. Thus, the two men mentioned at the outset of the arrival of the character in the city who praised his talent prematurely, are Thomas W. White, the editor of the Southern Literary Messenger who enlisted in 1835, and John P. Kennedy, who was a member Jury Baltimor Visit Saturday when the author's native Boston, and future friend of Kennedy, received the first prize in 1833 for Manuscript Found in a Bottle .
Perry, meanwhile, the only fellow man who decides to visit is the other name of Edgar Allan Poe.
In addition, William Gowans, bookseller who shared the first floor of the New York home of the couple has truly Virginia described his wife as the fact Gabrielle Wittkop "Eye of cheers and a profile that had attempted Canova. "The valuable
bag that carries the character ever, in order that affects an obsession, almost certainly contains the leaves of a work in progress which, however, ignores the precise nature.
Although attractive, the rapprochement between the famous exclamation uttered by Albert Einstein at its discovery to formulate relativity, suddenly pronounced by the character and Eureka, title of the essay Poe appears, however, lead an impasse, since the work was already published when the story unfolds.
"Oh Susannah" is the beginning of a couplet repeatedly inserted into the new, and This is the same song title of Stephen Foster of 1848, combined with the gold rush in California, which is found in the text this track through their disillusionment rescued drowning in alcohol a tavern. The missive
companion in misfortune to the man in black, addressed to Dr. Snodgrass in order to save him, we returned with a near-accurate, except the identity of ethyl coma which is omitted here. Moreover, the cabaret where the victim is lying is called in the text Wittkop "The Raven" , explicit reference to Poe's legendary poem which comes the epitaph engraved on his tomb:

"Quoth the Raven,

" Nevermore. " "

• A revival: Departures copies, a collection of three new editions of Gabrielle Wittkop Paris / Max Chaleil (1996)
• A remarkable interview given to Eric Gabrielle Wittkop Dussert , under the number in December 1996-January 97 Matricule angels, following the departures of output copies

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Gabrielle Wittkop perpetuates the myth of the harpies

Harpy nest on the facade of the Palace of the Rhine in Strasbourg

Work atypical Gabrielle Wittkop , The Almanac perpetual harpies, subtitled "with explanation of their origins, customs, habits, metamorphoses and intended, "has a strange set of variations around the figure of the harpy. Composed of poems, short excerpts encyclopedic, mythological allusions, correspondences imaginary, fictional news items, testimonies fabricated, false Ballad of several cruel tales, but some riddles and limericks, it is primarily a puzzle play with different pieces meet each other in a spirit of malicious and earthy look great. If the tone shifts from one register to another with disconcerting ease, the image of the harpy remains present to the reader's mind throughout the book with a red wire, the texts remain attached while progressively acquiring autonomy vis-à-vis the figure rooted in Greek mythology. Alternately toothed cylinder resulting in a comical exchange between the manager of a pulp mill and the manufacturer of machines used within it, rather bawdy night butterfly fascinating the Harpy is transformed to the whim wittkopienne which warns the reader very quickly this way:

"But who can know the metamorphoses of the Harpies?
constantly changing over the centuries, they adopted the faces always repeated, always renewed, pours into each other in perpetual motion like the sea where they were born. "

Wittkop Gabrielle strives to demonstrate its presence in the modern chaos unsuspected, to track its apparitions invisible to ordinary mortals also looks Cryptologic, while retaining a degree of self-mockery non-negligible.

Far from being innocent, the choice of the harpy can be seen as a parable of the author herself, whose work often has confused the public and has been the victim of a controversial interpretation of the narrow and responding to stigma associated with themes and titles chosen, giving off a faint smell of sulfur.
Drawing black and white plumage appears to enter the contrasting fate of an artist who was considered heretical by the censors, and rehabilitated before being reviewed by his peers as a venerable author, with a legendary bird, able to grip the reader as a vulnerable prey.

• dévouvrir A: The Perpetual Almanac harpies Gabrielle Wittkop at Patrice Thierry Publisher Collection of Ether Wave (1995)

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When reason sleeps under the watchful eye of the reader

Goya The Sleep of Reason

"The fancy, without reason, produces monstrosities; United, they bring forth the true artists and create wonders. "(Goya)

Beginning a feature on Gabrielle Wittkop, the tavern will host in conjunction with Anne-Francoise Kavauvea, who introduced the threshold his blog, and will conclude the most likely December 22, the anniversary of the commemoration of his death, by a chronicle of Necrophile The first novel flagship of the work of one of the most iconoclastic French authors.

Composed of six new qu'épouvantables also delectable, The sleep of reason , published posthumously in 2003, is a preferred gateway to the dark and ambivalent work of Gabrielle Wittkop behind each page which explores the territories in the shadows of the unconscious, ready to resurface at the slightest sign of weakness on the right.


The monstrosity includes so imprecise, distorted in a way, all classes of the population, which escape, one way or another, with the conventions that govern nature. If that is repulsive deformity Elementary these unusual beings, the singularities of each prompt to enter their world multiple. To infiltrate the world's best locking these supernatural creatures and unique, to make the most of their heady fragrances, the use of certain substances delicious, or the influence of some unspeakable tortures, add to the staggering size of these accounts.

"It's easy to defend the principles in words. It is already harder to condemn without hypocrisy and cruelty we have seen where it drew an unexpected delight as secret. "

Obscenity the observer is not she able to give birth in the control of this disgusting voyeurism disgust proportional to the delight with which the first indulges his tendencies? Are not decently brought us to ask ourselves about the real identity of the monster? Whoever without restraint themselves to the vices of mankind does he not more stigma than the monstrosity that must suffer the differences of nature?

In the first story that gives the title to the collection, it was the visitors an asylum gathering phenomena show that excite the perversity of those offering them champagne to attend an orgy where they'll remain on the sidelines.

then miraculously fallen, Madeleine does not symbolize the eyes of more than Clement Belly atrophied that characterized his aunt, nicknamed Spider, because of the astonishing ability of contortion before it. When compassion and pity mingled with repulsion, monstrosity is a polymorphism that sparkles upset the feelings of the lover.

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Monsters or chimeras? This is not so much the object being observed is important here that the spirit of one who confronts them. In Like father, like daughter the way mirror, windshield protecting privacy, turned to the erotic life of his paternal and double fantasy, allows Gabrielle feasible alter-ego of the author who has never hidden his homosexuality to have, by stealth, access via proxy connection to the dark side of sexuality of his mistresses, while espousing the view the contours of the desired woman who later reappear in the same bed that it.

Loneliness creates the Harley conditions conducive to the emergence of a figure likely to obsessively fill gaps in love with the isolated and with only death could stop permanently. Harley, avatar, which to survive the visions of Jean-Marie, must stand on its own, be reincarnated in creature supervisor angelic dreams of being loved, the risk of waking up in hell of a terrible start. In

Image gray is a building that the exhibition center, whose remarkable structure jeopardizes the city during the war, which arouses the attention, thus taking on the status of the monstrous story. Corridor network and intricate underground galleries, interconnected by a maze of spiral staircases and unsuspected hollows, the urban labyrinth is shown by the abominable innocent games of hide and seek causes it, and it plays the role developer early provisions for lust, eventually becoming the scene of crimes perpetrated against these children who dared defied the ban. Tormented by its construction and elusive, with its irresistible, the palace seems to represent the negative of the human brain.

Series disparate and disturbing The sleep of reason has a atmosphere and a charm which the writing was literally poisonous contaminated beyond reading.

• Rediscover: The Sleep of Reason Gabrielle Wittkop Vertical Editions (2003) after a partial edition under the name The Holocausts in Veyrier Henry (1976)

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Park, the ultimate entertainment

Installing Jerome Durand whose bronze Continental drift appears on the cover of The Park

mentioned in the latest issue of the journal Red-Spark, whose main theme is the entertainer, the name of Bruce Bégout philosopher by training, has been aroused in me the desire to discover his novel which was published this year by Allia.

"This is the park of all parks, the ultimate synthesis that makes all others obsolete, the universal concept, the invariant algebra."

The ParK is unlike any other, even if spaces existing silos, prisons, hospitals, retirement homes, shopping centers, concentration camps, it incorporates many features. Atypical in that it does not offer the visitor the bidding of special effects that it is usually presented in the traditional amusement parks. Here is the telescoping unpublished unusual situations and confusion of different parking places, who hypnotize the small group of handpicked tourists visiting daily on the island hosting this fantastic space off Borneo. The prohibitive cost and psychological restrictions defining the admission limit crowd of onlookers could be attracted by a new type of parks. Edifying in its realism to all events, scenes that are available to viewers in search of thrills, palpitations of all kinds, often resemble familiar tables, where an exotic element is added to it. One could cite the Reptile House Inc.. representing a company, with employees more than life, surrounded by a reptilian fauna living alongside them, and sparking a fear of every moment in the minds of employees, without sacrificing their professional attendance. In the zoo, leopards and girls come together, in the pool, swimmers and crocodiles. Here, domestic animal is a concept that has no sort of reality.

"Licht search the hubris, not in excess and extravagance that do nothing but inflate the commonplace, but in the crash violent and unnatural environments."

From his huge ivory tower, built on an offshore platform, the architect of this extraordinary park dementia feels, like its congeners, which he analyzed the reactions to his environment in a treaty neuro-architecture, the urge to be cooped up inside his marker dominant Island. The rotary motion of the permanent tower gives him the opportunity, so to speak, to track continuously any malfunctions from its inception.

The insular nature of ParK is the sine qua non to enable it to stand out from anything that might spoil its extraordinary character. Influenced only by its internal life, the ParK is constantly changing and does not need to worry about the controversies that set themselves against him, the knee-jerk reactions of the world population. From the air, its elusive construction raises the most diverse interpretations, reflecting also on the faculty of ParK to regenerate, renew itself constantly in a process invisible. The components of the park are based in the hostile nature of the decor. Its marginality, its partitioning key cause addiction as much as the repulsion among those who enter it.

Parable fascinating and detailed analysis of the health of humanity, need a paradox of safety imprisonment, which began with the development of our societies pernicious, The ParK to me is one of the most surprising and readers of this exciting 2010.

• Read: The ParK Bruce Bégout at Allia (2010)
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Cinema paradiso

"In early May 1980, I went to the Urania. It passed a film which I can not remember the title. Worse yet, I do not even remember, and can be not without reason-if it were a fiction film or a documentary. "

By opening the doors to the Urania Kralievo, where the notion of time seems to have been abolished forever, and discarding the color blue velvet curtain that guards the entrance, Goran Petrovic invites his reader to take place alongside the thirty spectators attending a meeting at which the images projected onto a screen similar to a kaleidoscopic assembly in gestation.
After having narrated the history of this unusual and tormented hotel converted into a neighborhood theater, the goal of going cinéroman throughout a tracking shot, occasionally interrupted by inter-titles and reminiscences, dating back rows of seats from first to last, we reveal the composition and the memory of Noah's Ark heterogeneous, aboard which the absent of the community and also intermittent attendance the right to appear.
Leading the procession, we find Simonevitch, the opener who once performed his duties with great fervor, and who prefers to remain for some time in the halls of heaven to take care of this false parakeet named "democracy" and that stubbornly refuses to comment, despite messages of hope that his owner expects it.
surveillance and oppression, inflexible rules that have so far dictated the conduct of the majority of citizens of the country seem to be in this timeless place thank you to the vagaries of each.

Dominated by a sky dotted with constellations, which disintegrates, flaking, disintegrating, the heights of heaven on earth reveal, through its interstices, the hidden face of destiny within it. However, the main role lies with the reader who will meet through these snippets of stories in the gaps of the show offered to him.
Without lifting the veil on all the answers to questions that may cross the mind of his reader, the realization of this fragmented narrative resembles the feature film produced in the shade by the projectionist of the Urania, the well- called barkers, which cuts the coils overlap and the most influential and most diverse in the history of cinema, to bring them by common themes, then put them on stage in a ballet of images is absolutely incredible. Compiler rhapsodic masterfully blending the registers and the most contradictory effects, slapstick and tragedy, gravity and levity, authenticity and parody, the picturesque and the unspeakable, the narrator seems to be the accomplice of this fantasy film, which superimposes the points of view, beyond outrageous part of the documentary, which surpasses gleefully inventive fictions conventional.

"This time, there were only two Gagui and Dragan. To differentiate, say that the real first name was Dragan Gagui, while the nickname was Dragan Gagui. Gagui The first, a little older than the other, was illiterate, so was it the other that he always read what the captions said. "

Symbol of this interweaving of visions, this interchangeability of roles, this stimulation plot, Gagui, unable to read the subtitles and forced to follow the action runs through the narrative of his neighbor improvised Dragan, whose excesses fancy are not heard by the same ear Djordjévitch, the relentless high school teacher, for whom loyalty to the cinema is a sacrosanct rule. But we are in a paradise Kralievo artificial light-years of hostility that has prevailed in Serbia too long already, and positions the most opposite, behavior most eccentric can live here without any ulterior motive, without fear of reprisal, despite the threatening attitude of some sections that sows terror in the ranks.

Without downtime or special effects, the work of Goran Petrovic is literally conducted briskly and served by the French adaptation Gojko Lukic is probably not entirely foreign to its success given the allusions, house which will be discussed and most likely in the tavern.

• Check out allusions, Under a sky that falls off Goran Petrovic, cinéroman translated from Serbian by Gojko Lukic
• Evocation inspired by Anne-Francoise Kavauvea
  

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Black Forest, territories beyond the grave

Totem 2, Photo Essay Damien Massart

Romain Verger is an author had discovered that the tavern with his second novel The Master (published in 2007). He then had the honor of a long interview that provides an opportunity to dive back into his world inextricable. Black Forest , just published, is a tortuous tale soliciting meanders of imagination and the unconscious.

"Leaning over my childhood as above the shimmering water of a well, I am farther than ever to see me as in myself, but it is the shadow comes to me with everything she wears, in itself, inner darkness larger than itself. "
(Claude Louis-Combet, Figures night )

Inspection

As part of a mission scientist, a biologist was dispatched to the edge of a huge forest Japanese Aokigahara Jukai, has a dismal reputation that has emerged after a volcanic eruption in 864. In its fluctuation, it follows the contours and colors of Fuji-Yama in fanning, each Looking to the heights, the desire to plunge into the depths of a maze composed of disarticulated skeletons, a tangle of plants , a tangle of bodies and gaping chasms which we imagine the advanced state of decay. Men who venture beyond the threshold recommended by prudence occur gradually swallowed by the gaping mouth of the dark forest, without the slightest trace of their lifeless body allows to affirm or refute a particular hypothesis about the nature of the disappearances. To better penetrate the mystery that surrounds the scene, we are invited to turn their eyes to the shimmering waters of the lake that borders the forest.


Introspection

Caught in the trees, photographic composition Damien Massart

Placed in the preamble of the story, citing figures night of Claude Louis-Combet announces ambivalence that prevail throughout the work, and we face at the onset of Atsuko two Siamese and Shintaro. The malaise suggested by the portrait of that evanescent, and that will be distilled through the narrative is somewhat reminiscent of the fantastic atmosphere of Japanese films whose aesthetic has probably left traces on writing Romain Verger. Examples include Kiyoshi Kurosawa's Charisma and , navigating around a tree with negative aura. One could also mention Tomoyuki Takimoto who realized in 2004 Ki no umi , whose framework this "sea of trees" suffused with an atmosphere and inhabited by strange stories made headlines. Anecdotally, during the location scouting, the director came across a wallet that contained a small fortune. In the book in question, we find an allusion through these identity documents, checks and other credit cards littering the paths of this space we imagine haunted.

With consummate art of the ellipse and the suggestion that the narrative unravels imperceptibly. In this maze of stories, the reader is to combine the fragments of memories together.
Revivals nightmare in the forest on a carpet of leaves foreshadow substantial rot that has, over time, seized the man. These scenes occur at regular intervals are reminiscent of the novel drawers Count Potocki , Saragossa Manuscript , in which Alphonse Van Worden resumed his mind several times under the gallows brothers and robbers Zoto who personify the evil grip on the lands of the Sierra Morena.

Retrospection

The memory of trees, photographic composition Damien Massart

From side to side, the work is here crossed by the reminiscences be an intriguing, whose precise identity is draped in a veil of mystery subtly maintained. These feelings seem to follow the forfeiture that he has known in these lands secretly poisonous.
species of mushroom collected with passion by the young boy appear through their pore inoculate the seed of a latent harm.

"What a pleasure to pick the mushroom freshly assembled, dig up her chubby foot, taking off his hat broken ribs and leaves to inspect the biting beasts."

To trace the itinerary, it will need, which is found in Louis-Combet - make their way through the various stages of life, undergo the initiation rites of passage that we to bring the Forest Meaulnes and his castle where they attended already the only novel of Alain Fournier , Which sees a group of teenagers vampirized by a character that embodies the travesty of childhood and the transgression of the forbidden.

Forest, unrecognizable place in the heart which can be expressed with impunity hunting in all its forms, we immersed throughout the work in a stifling atmosphere in which each invocation is likely to trigger a series of terrifying thoughts.

Writing poetry Romain Verger wife with the feelings of his characters. Black forest brew a set of themes to be addressed and delicate yet remarkably staged. This is an original and inspired, which no doubt find a place in the library of curious readers.

• be published today: Black Forest Romain Verger, in Quidam
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• All visual compositions illustrating this column are from the fabulous photographic site Camera Obscura, Damien Massart, whom I thank for his kind permission to reproduce.
  

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underwater adventures that come from Quebec

What is the common point between The endless night , Nanoushkaïa , Locus Solus and thrilling life of Anthony P.?
The origin of these achievements, more or less crazy, the authors found embedded in a diving magazine that comes from Quebec, whose code name The Bathyscaphe, whom we'll see you soon at the berthing number 6 .

"It is well known, moreover, that one way to achieve self-knowledge is to build a labyrinth like you. " ( Andre Pieyre of Mandiargues )

Peuchmaurd Antoine, son of an illustrious poet , is owner and photographer, lover of words and situations shifted. Montreal and its suburbs are its favorite playground, he tracks down night and day, armed with his bike and his camera, which aims to alert the incongruity hidden behind a wall, a storefront, a poster advertising or a signpost. Develop a vision on the sidelines, disturbing images, to journey beyond the beaten track, this is the approach of exciting blog of Anthony P. , which offers miniature items in addition to the chronic academic scary.

"Had he not drifted all these years in a loop of time?" (Thierry Horguelin in the prompter's box )

This is the same Anthony who is responsible for coverage The endless night signed Thierry Horguelin , a collection of dominated by new printing and illusion of roundness. The cover reproduces a picture of a woman lying on a carpet of leaves. Only two legs protrude from the trough concealing the rest of the body. The back cover is a reflection of that scene to say the least disturbing, while the names of the characters mentioned in the book find themselves alternately upright and upside down in the second and third cover. In
The large transparent is the crystalline nature of the scenery and the library that disrupt the perception of the character. We can consider the invisibility of books as a projection of the universe elusive they contain. The owner and the inspiration of the story are reminiscent of Jorge Luis Borges .
Night endless disoriented the reader by the heterogeneity of the situations which opposes the unchangeable identity of the protagonist over the stories.
The prompter's box closely resembles a sort of time warp, prompting a spectator of Parisian theaters to pervert the staging of the plays he saw in his intruding grain of salt. It is then not imagine all the consequences that such boldness is likely to cause around him. The case
Dieltens , meanwhile, confronts us with a page from the biography of a legendary artist, accused by his peers for having plagiarized his contemporaries, and seems to have taken pleasure in his work built around the principle of the hoax. Thierry has Horguelin from scratch to create the work and life of this multidisciplinary artist, who confuse the reader by their credibility. For my part, I'm so hooked I have, after reading the text, was to verify the existence of this Dieltens, being convinced that I would find a trace of him.
What role does the age-old set of series B, The man with the yellow jacket in the course of the past? Over the nightly broadcasts of Simple cops, a viewer unemployed, will try to unravel the mystery inherent in such systematic appearances, trying to scrutinize the eye which seems to evade the camera, thus developing a kind of sixth sense that connects it to the corridors of the series. It is thought irresistibly Alfred Hitchcock , filmmaker had acquired the habit during his career to show surreptitiously in each of his films.
Enemy plunges us into the mind of a man confident of being sued. This is where the paranoid mind of the character that causes the illusion of a lurking antagonism among his peers. The conclusion of this new returns us once again to the idea of incessant loop forever trapping the characters in the heart of their misadventures.

Painted by machine Louise Montalescot

Locus Solus is the title of a strange novel by Raymond Roussel published in 1914 in which Martial Canterel mad scientist genius and reveals a few visitors regrouped his amazing inventions in his vast estate at Montmorency.
is also the name Thierry Horguelin borrowed for his logbook and protean curious. Found in his blog unclassifiable works screened, comments from readers immersed in a book collector coins unearthed in a secondhand shop, the crossroads that lead to the peregrinations of the real and the strange. Locus Solus is an unusual place, alongside highways cybernautical.

"The Geese Cravan born rotten masts of ships lost in the Gulf of Mexico." ( Scutenaire Louis, The rescue of the bird )

Bérangère Cournut did speak of her in the tavern with The Ecorcobaliseur a crazy story in troubled waters, available from Attila.
Cravan geese, cottage editions founded in 1992 by Benoît Chaput we moved since last year to discover Nanoushkaïa , a brief tale of strange visions giving birth to a staggering rate. The writing, fanciful and poetic desire, probably will leave no stone the most insensitive of readers of the ice. The title is part of the collection of books carefully hand sewn (Iron and rust) that will easily slip into all the libraries in Quebec and the Antarctic.

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The crime at all costs

Drawing Roland Topor

Upon its release in Plon in 1954, the crime goes unnoticed. Beforehand, he had been refused by Gallimard, who judged the work too lyrical, too bushy. Since February 2008, we can rediscover the romance and unbridled unclassifiable editions of The Last Drop.

"As usual, I I saw great progress in the ice corridor. I stayed a few seconds looking at my reflection. I would gladly have believed a stranger lurking there for hours, an enemy, certainly, who had just appeared to surprise me, face me without saying anything, just wondering accounts. I looked at him insistently. I saw those eyes that seemed to search despite the certainty that there could be no solution, these features sliced raw in the flesh, the color of ash that stuck to the skin, then the air without any flicker of hope find support. I accepted. I found myself worrying more a stranger, I was afraid to be alone in this mask, only vis-à-vis the anguish when by chance I pressed the surprise in other mirrors. "

In Jacques Sternberg, character names sounds like an original curse. Habner it is called or Havn, it is used to a firm unknown or anonymous unemployed recently sacked, the narrator is hopelessly caught up in a society that fear, a victim of its own weight daily, his invariable torpor. Forced to cold and precise analysis of world as it stands, with its machinery and inert disconcerting Havne realizes he is incarcerated in a sort of open-air prison, cold and devoid of loopholes.
Each parcel of its environment confronts a universe which fathom scathing look.
The office where he just completed his last day of work, with its paperwork foul, his insipid lot of letters from colleagues and detestable, preserves the remains of a schedule just as dull his attic and furniture nailed floor, the stairwells immutable buildings that line borrowed their uniform facades and the streets desperately parallel overlapping in an intersection of all nonsense. Unable to find a role in its layout, a place in his device, Havne to flee at any cost. But how to extricate himself from a prison with no emergency exit, where each square meter is only a reflection of his own captivity? By breaking the mirrors that return the illusion of a possible line of flight and, ultimately confuse offering a shocking reflection of reality? Counteracting the organization metronomic city? In rebelling against the absurdity that seems symptomatic govern?

Roland Topor

The city in Sternberg seems to exist only to confirm the impotence of his character to exist by itself. Asphyxiated, the mind starts to blow up the inertia of the set to see new opportunities to escape. A poster advertising becomes the gateway to a dimension where an infinity of galvanizing events occurs in a fraction of a second. The sale of a newspaper run by a kid shouting loudly at the foot of the tower wake up on her hope of a resurrection in the press.
Faced with a crisis of identity, Havne considering a crime that would trigger a outlet in the infernal machinery.
Unfortunately, the most insolent harm can not be distinguished from the mass of his fellows. When it breaks a crystal vase and is asked to pay is double the price he decides to pay in order to enjoy the ineffable pleasure to shatter into a thousand pieces another witness to his condition demeaning . The two vases unfortunate engulfed half of his monthly income and the gesture of revolt, which would have given him a moment at least the illusion of assertiveness, condemns finally become aware of the misery of his situation in the Gear treacherous society. If
petty theft is not enough to attract attention, most sordid crimes also did not allow access to snippets of the evening edition stating the facts different from the previous day. In The Insider, the words chanted at once the insurrection of his character and his inability to escape the nightmarish quagmire in which the evil bog down inexorably. In vain they seek to exorcise the inconsistency that captured the urban landscape since the city center, interactive par excellence, is deserted by its inhabitants. With slot machines without interest, its windows quake, cinemas dilapidated, she recalls now a cemetery where the money has lost its raison d'etre.
Depopulated, deprived of its power, the city is so light on his paradox in a fireworks show done by a bomb ghostly, with each feat has the effect of a damp squib.
Under these conditions, the crime remains the most glaring perseverance.

• Read: The Hit Jacques Sternberg (1954) proposed a new edition in 2008 by the last drop (preface by Jean-Baptiste Baronian )

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Sebastian Ingrosso on the new album from Madonna?

As the planet

Madonna is calm, behold Marc Andrews, editor of DNA and assistant to Mediaweek, is launching a new rumor via her Twitter.

"Sebastian Ingrosso Swedish House Mafia from told me he had a new album in preparation for Madonna, but he was not involved. Not yet."

An album sounding electro-pop? It is still far ... In the meantime, find "One", the tube that a hit at this moment of Swedish House Mafia, featuring some Pharrell ...

Swedish House Mafia feat. Pharrell - "One"

Source: Twitter Marc Andrews

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The invention face the inquisition

Mervyn Peake in Lilliput

The last drop publishing house that is no longer in his first attempt, offering us an unpublished translation of a German author unknown, Jakob Wassermann (1873-1934) with a reputation, as the hero who will be presented, to be a formidable storyteller.

"He had the audacity because his way of expressing had become gradually more rounded and fluid, which intoxicated himself, like a swimmer may be, by its own flexibility pronounced more reckless and tough. He had daily knowledge of new words and new names, features, colors, situations, events. Words pounced on him so much he had the impression of being under a waterfall preventing it from breathing. All things between heaven and earth were caught in them could be thrown into chaos as pawns in a game: each meant something, set itself up behind each event. Their sequences and their links were infinite, a thousand ways, they bruised the heart or led him to rejoice. "

We are in a province of Bavaria in the seventeenth century AD while the Holy Inquisition rages, the slightest deviance speculative motive makes the offending subject to the disgrace, the torture of interrogation during which the latter will recognize his alleged misdeeds, failing which it will pay a heavy price for his disobedience to the holy path and his loyalty to the devil. Then a little hellion will interfere in the daily lives of local people by declaiming loudly and snippets of stories that stun and sow discord in the distilling of spirits in this poisonous atmosphere. Disowned scion an illustrious line of Franconia, Ernest has a few tricks in his bag of tricks. Storyteller early victim of his vigils enchanting bathed in light of a thousand and one stories, he likes knitting stories reviving the imagination of his audience to perceive the feverish expectation aroused by the word outstanding. More than anything, the more delicious pleasure is to realize the credulity of those who listen. For him, the passion of the narrative is devoid of intention, based primarily on the joy of invention and the reaction of those who lend an ear.

Philip Adolphus, Bishop of Wurzburg, guarantees of the Inquisition that raged here in Bavaria as elsewhere throughout Germany. He must maintain it with a lot of threats, abuse, torture or pyres grim way of punctuating the daily life of this country plunged into a medieval terror and torpor in which bogged down in indolence unfit to revolt against the countless accusations of witchcraft. Punishment and other awards are all listed in a registry that legitimizes injustices perpetrated. Even in the heart of this relentless maniac, must be justified in writing what has been decided by a signature that can irreparably a cleaver.

Beside her, the father Gropp, uncompromising servant of the established order, and demagogue broke all ploys to convince his interlocutor, used and abused his influence to the bishop to submit to his whims. When it begins to fantasize, unlike the young Ernest, what anime is not so much the desire to see the reaction of the naive listener, but rather the pride of subjecting the victim in fear of his nonsense.
If one is a genuine storyteller, the other is a teller of tall tales sordid. And the author will show us the striking difference between the two personalities.

Baroness, Theodate Ehrenberg, step-sister of Adolphe Philippe, drowning in debt that has left her husband at the time of disappearance, and had to give, in spite of herself, raising her offspring to a tutor. It takes one day the road that leads to the castle of Ehrenberg, to join him. Over time, the kid has acquired an aura that mesmerizes his relatives. Inevitably, his uncle also will fall under the sway of his charm, detrimental to the inflexibility imposed by its function.

I do not unveil much more about following this story with clarity and spirit of recklessness that would emerge, despite the morbid adventures are recounted to us, are remarkably transcribed by the two translators, Dina and Nathalie Regnier Sikiric Eberhardt.

* Read to the last drop editions: confabulation Jakob Wassermann, translated from German by Dina Regnier SikiricNathalie Eberhardt, prefaced by Stephane Michaud .
* Anne-Francoise welcomes storyteller as it should
* Nikola talking about the storyteller

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The old, the Diurc and Marquis, holy trinity in the service of language

Old Woman in the hen Bartome Esteban Murillo

"She broods in her head, the melody, fear of forgetting . The climber, which occupies almost the whole front of the house is a river upside down, mouth biting the ground, and across its network of tributaries for the sources at the top of the wall. Here and there, a few leaves, black, scorched by days of snow. The old sings in his head, puts it in his memory alignment of notes. "

Deep in a remote valley of Poitou, the old has taken up residence. She lives in a garret where rudimentary devices blooming in the cottages of the housewife less than fifty years have not yet managed to clear a path. It is not short of ideas, compromise allowing just do not use these shells which distort the landscape of his home. It has its foibles of her own that characterize it, as to remove itself from her pussy worn by drowning in the pool of Father Andrew, or to slaughter chickens in his backyard then it will taste. The old has his little mannerisms that titillate the ear. I must say it has a way for her to pronounce certain consonants, some vowels, to appropriate in amount. The tone and distortion of palaver that come out of his mouth, the face of the old contracts and we can easily imagine the wrinkles that are growing or painful to the pronunciation of certain names pronounced unfit to appear in a dictionary. "Duke" (pronounced "Diurc") is the name of the bastard she received the evening of Christmas as he huddled in the manger of baby Jesus. Time and again, yet the four corners of the upper town where she lives, she had already crossed his path. For a few pats of the foot, redoubled some onomatopoeia which it has the secret, the dog and its stench decamped in the trough of a gutter where nested surely that old mutt. The vision that night, she needed to, more haunting than ever, she dazzled by its obviousness, the cursed "Diurc," the unrepentant wanderer, the mutt of misery, had to find refuge with her. To hell with avarice, it would take on his meager food enough to feed his new companion fortune.
Since then, she boasts that it is a wonderful dog, able to recite the Mass in Latin.

"Nothing is closed in his speech, on the contrary open to all the gloss. Cruid of Mr. is a man of reading, he has in mind more than one book. Those are his glasses, his eyes. Culture Has a purpose other than to orchestrate a vision, a diction of the world? "

Olivier Cruid is sixty years well rung. Marquis by its condition, a linguist of his condition. It is rather a passion cultivated with a tireless care livelihood itself. Annuities and real estate investments provide him the comfort of not having to bother with a task that would face his body. Sensitive to the melodies of this multitude of everyday objects that surround him, as well as to birds chirping, the pipe of a toad, the hiss of an owl, the lugubrious cawing of the crows that fly over his house, or murmurs gartempe of which carries in the course of time the mish-mash of the langue d'oc and langue d'oil. The Marquis is nostalgic for a time not so long ago when Latin was still considered the whim of a clergy ostentatious mired in tradition, the dead language was not considered quite as cute little lie scholars who stammer words misunderstood as others showing a distinctive mark. When, without warning, the fancy took you to some compounds of shelling by Virgil or Horace , you can not point as the most despised creatures retrograde. Language, strength to untie any-did-it will not finally removed from its original musical, it does not end point by being threatened its integrity and its original beauty?
He asks questions, the Marquis de Cruid in his ancestral castle, surrounded by treaties and books he once written in memory of a time endangered.

Despite the contrasts that dot their existence, the fate of these two characters coming together in the same sensitivity to listen to world music. Strayed into a solitude, which alone can revive the power of voices around them, the old and the Marquis spin toward one another, following routes that they ignore the disconcerting convergence.
Until the end of this crossover amazing, the story goes largely to the usual vicissitudes that mark usually a novel. Here, the deployment of prose, the picturesque situations and the uniqueness of the language used is enough to make reading exciting. Lionel Edward Martin is a writer precious, a singer who gives the words their acclaim, inspiring weddings melodic unfolding in their wake a flood of reminiscences, each more delicious than the other.
In return, the text we present a dizzying density, requires attention at all times. Asides, enjoying a ubiquitous learning, highlight a particular combination of words, emphasizing pronunciation incongruous here or there, an obsolete use of language, sometimes going back to the etymology of the word. The influence of reading the Latin poets of antiquity is noticeable in many passages of text.

Original, dense, abundant ideas, this is a novel beneficial for Modern Languages and confirms the unique approach of the Vampire Active in the French publishing world.

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