Marguerite Duras vs Nathalie Sarruate

Nathalie Sarruate

Her husband died in 1985, unfortunately fell silent on the beautiful apartment overlooking the Galliera Museum. Nathalie Sarraute is not working so far in Her office which contains the reproduction of the Café at Arles by Van Gogh (3) for which she feels a real passion ("I watch Her often, yes. I find it extraordinary. THer chair at the first plan was something desperate, tragic "). It's curled up on her bed every morning blackens Her notebooks: "I do not write enough so that it tires me. After an hour and a half, I stop, I've had enough. THer has always been. "An hour and a half, but a sharp intensity:" I do not exist when I write. I'm locked up, I'm in, I do not feel I'm not me. "" Neither man nor woman, neither dog nor cat, "Nathalie Sarraute is no longer a force, suspicious, which hunting and chasing the illusion of truth. Impressive! The guide words, the words fill as it fills. Read it or write it, she hears, she listens. They are born with the book that is necessary, in its sole necessity: "I never say'' Well, I must write about that." Suddenly, sensations come, and I note. I I launched it and set the tone." No need to talk about women's writing or any desire to invoke Her demonstrative? I write about what interests me, that's all. I never reread also my previous books. I would judge, and that would worry me in my work, "said she, stately serenity (Günther, pp. 212).

Take her especially heart encounters with young people during the many conferences it held around the world (witness tHer watch, a gift from admirers Kyoto). And the Pleiade edition of La, "which pleased her" ... Author general public since the publication of Childhood, marvelous account of Her early Franco-Russian, which she keeps these memories, Nathalie Sarraute, then 97 years, gives us today a stunning novel of freshness, intelligence, cheerfulness and humor. Composed of fifteen "dramas," Open the door to perfection reflection on the use of speech. Imagine a world at once realistic and magical, where words, real living beings, are the narrators of a humorous piece: on one side, the words courteous, civilized, classical a conversation on the other, the words "not sortables" excluded, locked behind a glass wall. But imprisonment is not always definitive and some improper attempt to intervene: ("Open!") While the softer, more familiar may be relegated in turn due to clumsiness. Thus a "Goodbye", the safest, the most stylish of the servants, who rushed to abuse. As for "You" that is laid bare to give a shameless vulgar "Taka" to "It's" losing Her t, pride of the language, in a crude "It're Antonin" the royal "Catastrophe" that turns into a pitiful "catalytic" and "Me" usurper that permeates "It makes me pneumonia ', they are despised by their fellow members. Learned words kidnapped, common words meaningless, words misused, words mat, insipid words, truths become untruths when they ...