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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)