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Bezig met laden... David Golder (origineel 1929; editie 2007)door Irene Nemirovsky
Informatie over het werkDavid Golder door Irène Némirovsky (1929)
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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. Rich, greedy, unplesant....the eponymous Jewish businessman wheels and deals and shows no mercy. And yet his wife and child are so vastly much worse that we feel for him, as - on his last legs with heart disease- they only bother with him if they want a hand-out. Short, punchy and sad...the futility of worshipping wealth. > Irène Némirovsky, DAVID GOLDER, Cahiers rouges, Grasset. — Publié à 26 ans, David Golder (1929) reste pour moi le chef-d'oeuvre littéraire d'Irène Némirovsky. Dans la course à l'argent pour l'argent du personnage principal, image du père d'Irène, le lecteur rejoint, me semble-t-il, le courant des représentations actuelles des « libéralismes » de l'inconscient collectif européen. —Carnets du Yoga n° 239 - Sept. 2005 > Babelio : https://www.babelio.com/livres/Nemirovsky-David-Golder/29832 There are two camps on Nemirovsky. Those who see her literary worth as negligible due to her anti-Semitism. Those who see her as a victim of Auschwitz and of the highest literary merit. I must say, as the capitalist marketing machinery goes, it showed exceptional chutzpah in promoting a person who was clearly first and foremost an anti-Semite as a victim of the anti-Semitic Nazis. But what the hell. It worked. Westerners greedily lapped up the invented idea of Nemirovsky, one of the gas chamber fallen, without the least concern as to the fact that what she wrote about Jewish people could have been cut and pasted into Nazi propaganda, no copy editor needed. I am shocked at the disingenuity of the introduction of this book, the audacity of its spin. ‘By underminding the assumptions of the anti-Semitic right, Nemirovsky was playing a skilful double game.’ Just to be plain about what we are talking about, here is a description of ‘an old German Jew’, Soifer.
Of course, I could have just pulled out a piece out of context, but this IS the context. The entire book is written like this. She sold her stories to anti-Semitic publications, it was how she made her living. Let’s say, enough said. But may we not put her anti-Semitism in a broader context? We have a special word for being negative about Jewish people in a way we don’t in general – a word like ‘racist’ doesn’t cover what we mean by it. And yet it is such a common thing when we think about the nature of her attitude rather than the label we put on it. Black people down on black people is an obvious example. My shrinking away in embarrassment in a pub here as I see Queenslanders being, well Queenslanders. Being in an émigré community and living with the sort of thing she deals with, the sponging, the people who are poor thinking their wealthier compatriots owe them something, even if just charity, the ones who are rich and sponge from you too. This is not a Jewish thing specifically, but she is writing about her community. Stereotypes? Absolutely. But stereotypes exist because they are based on the real world. I know a lot of extremely wealthy Jewish people, Nemirovsky made me picture friends and acquaintances of mine more than once. She IS writing about what she knows. That’s what most writers do, it is so much easier than having the imagination to move past that. Ruth Franklin wrote in the Guardian:
I’m sorry, I beg to differ. This stuff all rang so true for me. The husbands, the wives, the daughters. For the men it is no different to have the compulsion to make money than it is for a tennis player to have a compulsion to play tennis. One-dimensional? Absolutely. The women live to spend it. One-dimensional? Yep. Extremely wealthy people are frequently like this, fullstop. Stereotypes are true. Franklin continues later on:
I completely agree with her, Marnham’s introduction is an embarrassment, but I take issue with her last sentences there. Why shouldn’t Golder’s Jewishness be a defining trait? Is it any great surprise that it would be? As a kid I spent a bit of time in Haifa and a local asked me what I was religiously and I said ‘nothing.’ Our conversation didn’t pick up after that because he had no conception of nothing. Jewishness isn’t just about religion in the way that we Anglo-Saxons pigeonhole our religion, if we have any. It isn’t something one does on Sundays, like religion is at best for us. But then, I also take issue with the idea that Golder is portrayed as a corrupt villain. He isn’t anything of the sort, he isn’t portrayed that way, he shouldn’t be seen that way either. Being a brutal businessman for whom the meaning of life is collecting money does not make you either a villain or corrupt. The characters are Jewish because she is writing about that community. They are despicable because it is a book about despicableness. So, Nemirovsky is anti-Semitic. The amazing thing is that in a book where she talks about Jewish pigs and Jews and dirt and Jews and greed and Jews and miserliness and – she still manages to strike a chord. The book is completely engrossing, the main character has you on his side, which is quite an incredible achievement given what we have so far observed here. I guess I’m trying to explain the impact of this book by suggesting that we have to view anti-Semitic attitudes as having colour and broadness to them, ‘anti-Semitic is not anti-Semitic is not anti-Semitic.’ I wish I had a more elegant way of putting that. In the end this is a book about a businessman we could so easily hate, but we don’t. That is a triumph for the author. Nonetheless, I remain extremely uneasy about liking this book for all the obvious reasons. The length of the book is just nice, it has all the ingredients to be developed into a longer book. At the heart is David Golder, a Jewish businessman at the brink of bankruptcy but is hounded by his wife and daughter for more and more money. They are unsympathetic even when he suffers a heart attack. Golder wonders why he is working so hard for and manages to rouse himself for one last effort for his daughter, whom he suspects not even to be his. Love still trumps everything in the end.
Irène Némirovsky, forfatteren av romansuksessen Storm i juni som ble gjenfunnet og utgitt 60 år etter hennes død, debuterte med den skarpe og stilsikre romanen David Golder som 26-åring i 1929. Romanen om finansmannen Golder er kanskje den mest kjente blant de av hennes bøker som ble utgitt i hennes egen levetid. Romanen ble filmatisert allerede i 1930, og sikret skuespilleren Harry Baurs gjennombrudd og sendere stjernestatus i Frankrike. Finansmannen Golder driver sin kompanjong til selvmord. Det finnes åpenbart ingen grenser for hans trang til pengemakt. Selv om hjertet begynner å svikte og kona forlater ham når imperiet rakner, er David Golder ustoppelig. Bare penger, mer og mer av dem, og spekulasjoner om nye rikdommer gir ham følelsen av egenverdi og vitalitet. Golder er ensporet, men ruvende og fengslende. Og kanskje ser han sitt snitt til, på et vis, å kunne leve videre ... "Et stykke litteratur på linje med Balsac og Dostojevskij." – New York Times, 1930 "Némirovsky mestret en spesiell form for komprimering av detaljer, som denne lille romanen er et bevis på, med gjenklang langt utover sideantall." – Observer "Némirovskys litterære talent kommer til syne allerede i hennes debutroman, David Golder. Hun er en sjelden skarp og nådeløs iakttaker, men med et varmt og sjenerøst hjerte ... Storm i juni ble den verdensomspennende suksessen, men hennes øvrige arbeider bekrefter at dette er en forfatter med store lerreter – som fortjerner sin plass i litteraturhistorien." – Lire Onderdeel van de uitgeversreeks(en)Gli Adelphi [Adelphi] (341) Le livre de poche (2372) A tot vent (79)
Translated by Sandra Smith, with an introduction by Patrick Marnham. In 1929, 26-year-old Irène Némirovsky shot to fame in France with the publication of her second novel David Golder. At the time, only the most prescient would have predicted the events that led to her extraordinary final novel Suite Française and her death at Auschwitz. Yet the clues are there in this astonishingly mature story of an elderly Jewish businessman who has sold his soul. Golder is a superb creation. Born into poverty on the Black Sea, he has clawed his way to fabulous wealth by speculating on gold and oil. When the novel opens, he is at work in his magnificent Parisian apartment while his wife and beloved daughter, Joy, spend his money at their villa in Biarritz. But Golder's security is fragile. For years he has defended his business interests from cut-throat competitors. Now his health is beginning to show the strain. As his body betrays him, so too do his wife and child, leaving him to decide which to pursue: revenge or altruism? Available for the first time since 1930, David Golder is a page-turningly chilling and brilliant portrait of the frenzied capitalism of the 1920s and a universal parable about the mirage of wealth. Geen bibliotheekbeschrijvingen gevonden. |
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But all of them, including Golder, who self-made himself out of the desperate Russian-Jewish mud, have substituted appetite for money for every other zeal in life. At least the young daughter still has the capacity to enjoy the intoxication of love--except that even to her it comes in the character of a degraded young aristocrat who lives off rich old women. Money could literally free and buy him for her, if only she could persuade Dad to open his wallet. (Mother hates her as a competitor, no help from that side.)
This seems to be based on Némirovsky's own experiences with her parents, and knowledge of moneyed circles.
It is easy to see the character of David Golder as antisemitic, but somehow it transcends the negative stereotype. One doesn't only feel sorry for Golder; once we see where he came from, his existential struggle becomes not only understandable but admirable--epic. Like all tragic heroes he loses tremendously; left in the end with no tangible achievements, only the fight he put up all his life gives a measure of his size.