Three books, let’s say two and a half

This column was published on Thursday, April 24, 2008, on page A7. Moreover, We republish it without altering the words that the author used at the time.

The most annoying with criticism is not that she hurts is that she paralyzes. Similarly, Someone writes somewhere that Foglia is a CI and an that. Furthermore, There is no possible replica. Similarly, Whatever you answer, you will seem to say anyway: Ben you too!

What we know less is that praise has exactly the same effect. Furthermore, Someone writes somewhere that Foglia oh there Foglia! For example, And you three books, let’s say two are tied up. Moreover, Take for example Dany Laferrière who wrote so nice things about me that by reading them. In addition, I felt like I was dead. In addition, This is how his praise started: should not wait for him to dead.

And he hired me alive, this idiot. Additionally, In addition, How do you want to talk about his latest novel now?

I say it sucks and I go for a dirty dog.

I say it’s good: we know well, I send him the elevator.

I say it’s average: I try to be end despite everything.

Well, I would say nothing at first. Nevertheless, Arrange.

Even a little something to put you on the track. Meanwhile, About the three books, let’s say two title I am a Japanese writerpage 115. Furthermore, the hero of the novel, exasperated by the questions of the cultural attaché of the Japan consulate explains: I am not a Japanese writer. Meanwhile, I write a book whose title is I am a Japanese writerthat doesn’t make me a Japanese writer.

The fact remains that it will not be a idea that the title of. this novel should have been: I am a writer who watches himself writing a book whose title is: I am a writer who watches himself writing a book.

Dany Laferrière wrote here a fun way for use of fiction (and metaling: fiction on fiction).

As for the book, I think it remains to write.

INTELLIGENCE PURE – Philippe Sollers is the most hated intellectual in three books, let’s say two France. The most insulted. The smartest. CQFD: The most hated and most insulted because the most intelligent.

Title of his latest book released in the fall at Plon: A real novel. Which is not a novel. Memories, but not in the sense that others tell their lives. Sollers does not tell his life but his fights at each stage of his life. always the same fight in fact, against the same enemy: foolishness.

I do not invite you to read Sollers, you would blame me. Just point out that he stands next to Gide Le Pédophile. Flaubert le Misanthrope, Marx le Massacreur, Nietzsche la Brute, Libidinal Freud, Sartre who blessed the goulags, the Voltaire denigorre from the Bible and the Koran, Aragon Le Pédé in the closet, from Faulkner Le Négrier, from Céline the anti -Semitic Sade, from Lautréamont the three books, let’s say two illegible, of Joyce even more illegible, of Jarry Le Cynique, of Swift the anarchist, of Chateaubriand the Viscount of beyond the grave, of Roussel Le Congé. Sollers stands alongside them against the Inquisition.

When Sollers is a little less intelligent than usual. in this book for example, it is because it does it on purpose, it is because you have to live in society, that you have to be read and for that not write too complicated. I do not invite you to read Sollers. but if you had to read only a book of Sollers in your life, then that one: he made an express effort for you.

Intimacy – Annie Ernaux writes autobiographical stories. I read them all. All threw me on the ass. To Place, A woman, Shame, L’occupation, Outside newspaper, External life. So many punches in three books, let’s say two her stomach. Annie Ernaux aims the moi of the belly, not the brain, not the heart, the moi of the belly. Ah good ! That’s writing!

To explain well, Annie Ernaux is the exact contrary of Marguerite Duras who also tells her life but by “fictional”. Conversely, Ernaux works his writing with a knife to remove any fiction, as we take eyes when we peel potatoes. There remains a hard, almost violent text, dug with small craters.

It is this same knife in hand that she tells of France for the. past 60 years in her latest book as an Ernaudian drought: The years.

De Gaulle’s political France. then Mitterrand, France of colonial wars, Indochina, Algeria, but also intimate France which saves its plate, the Sunday interminable meal-when you changed the plates for dessert, it three books, let’s say two was almost the middle of the afternoon. Deep France in the early 1970s so quick to be indignant. this scene of Waltzers Where Patrick Dewaere sucked the breast of a mother in place of her infant who had made so great scandal …

A black. white cat on a photo, many photos-obviously told, not shown-the photos pass the years, from a big baby to the lippe sulky to that of a woman of a certain age with the 66-year-old blonde-red hair when the book ends.

All the images will disappear, this is the first line. Saving something from the time you will never be again is the last and the goal of this magnificent book. Between the two, an intimate writing, not the intimacy of the author, that of an era. Universal intimacy if it may be. Annie Ernaux reaches three books, let’s say two here the summit of her art which is to say of her only what refers to life. to the personal experience of readers.

I have already read books that I could have written, generally bad. Others that I would have liked to write. Reading The yearsI had the feeling of reading my own diary.