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Bezig met laden... 03: A Noveldoor Jean-Christophe Valtat
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Meld je aan bij LibraryThing om erachter te komen of je dit boek goed zult vinden. Op dit moment geen Discussie gesprekken over dit boek. Valtat's slim little book is interesting and a bit dizzying. There's a Lolita vibe to it and a pretty unabashed expression of male longing heightened not only by his object's inability to speak (she's across the street) but her disability, whatever it is. So the female is voiceless and utterly defenceless, and the male voice appropriates literally everything. He's a teen too (there are some references but he could be older) and the effect on me was ooky and a little astonished at how tone-deaf the writer is to questions of having women and the disabled own their own voices. The writing is a brilliant and tone deaf tour de force of the male gaze and self-absorption, perhaps rightly so in a teen but still not my thing. ( ) I read Valtat's 'Aurorarama' and didn't really like it. But when I came across this, I was curious, especially because this was written in French, then translated, and 'Aurorarama' was written in English. I did think that the language in this came across as smoother, and with more clarity, but the styles are so very different that it's hard to compare. It's peculiar that this was published as a stand-alone 'novel.' It comes across as a seemingly autobiographical essay. A socially awkward teen develops a platonic crush-from-afar (or at least, from across the street) on a retarded girl that he sees every morning while waiting for the schoolbus. This setup is used as a jumping-off point to talk about the nuances of being an 'outsider,' and the parallells of being 'above' the norm and 'below' the norm... at least, that's how I saw it, as that's something I actually thought about quite a lot in high school, myself... Interesting, but very, very short, and doesn't really explore its themes in too much depth. To say anything about this novel - that it is elegiac, that it is surreptitious in its brilliance, that it is short, or that it is a novel - is to reduce it, almost to patronize it, as if to reassure it that it too can play with the other books on the shelf. The outline of the story ---Oops, I just said there is a story - well, lets just say this: An adolescent boy, growing up in some unspecified not-Paris town in France, falls in love with a girl waiting at a bus stop. Not just any girl. She is a girl with significant congenital cognitive delay, or, if you prefer, retarded (the narrator's own perceptively debated word). She is thin, physically disorganized, and has that special vacancy of gaze that denote a simultaneous lack of normal awareness and an egalitarian receptivity to all impressions. He, by contrast, is precociously aware, unusually intelligent, as aware of his own precocity as of his existential loneliness. Aware, too, of the madness of the world and the perverse imperative to be sane. This unlikely passion unfolds in the early eighties. But it is recounted from the vantage of nearly three decades later. What emerges in the telling is not so much a novel, or even a story, but a meditation on love, the complexity of erotic attraction, the signs and signifiers of intelligence, loneliness, and the enormous fragility of the conditions necessary to make connections in the world. If I were to give this unbelievably beautiful book to a filmmaker, it would not, I think, be a French director. Rather, I would conjure the ghost of Kieslowski, and say to him, "Here. You're not finished yet."
Jean-Christophe Valtat’s novella “03” (FSG)—again, somewhat neglected in America—was one of the most daring, and finally moving, narratives I read in 2010. It is a monologue by a bored and cynical French teen-ager who lives in a crummy French suburb—the book’s title is the fictional town’s departmental code—and who tells us about his love of the band the Cure, his boredom, his rebellion, and his unrequited love for a handicapped girl he sees at the bus stop. It reads like some combination of Thomas Bernhard and Albert Camus, full of passionate rebellion and disaffection, and written in very long, beautifully modulated sentences. There is more comedy and despair compressed in its hundred pages than many novels five times the length. I hugely recommend it.
"From the bus stop across the street, it was hard to tell, but suddenly I understood, seeing the passengers in the van that picked her up every morning, that she was slightly retarded." A precocious teenager in a French suburb finds himself powerfully, troublingly drawn to the girl he sees every day on the way to school. As he watches and thinks about her, his daydreams--full of lyrics from Joy Division and the Smiths, fairy tales,Flowersfor Algernon, sexual desire and fear, loneliness, rage for escape, impatience to grow up--reveal an entire adolescence. And this fleeting erotic obsession, remembered years later, blossoms into a meditation on what it means to be a smart kid, what it means to be dumb, and what it means to be in love with another person. 03is a book about young love like none you have ever read. It marks the English-language debut of a unique French writer--one of the great stylists of his generation. Geen bibliotheekbeschrijvingen gevonden. |
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Google Books — Bezig met laden... GenresDewey Decimale Classificatie (DDC)844.92Literature French French essays 1900- 21st centuryLC-classificatieWaarderingGemiddelde:
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