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Bezig met laden... Parisian Lives: Samuel Beckett, Simone de Beauvoir, and Me: A Memoir (2019)door Deirdre Bair
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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. How does an author go about writing a biography of a well known subject, while refraining from judgement, creating controversy, maintaining a good working relationship with the subject and the people around them? In this "bio-memoir Deirdre Bair relates her experiences, struggles and reactions while first compiling the biography of Samuel Beckett and Simone de Beauvoir. It was a revelation for me to see how much time, money, effort and negotiating goes into the research for a biography. This is a book about Bair herself, not about Beckett or de Beauvoir. I read it as a personal memoir , and as such it is engaging, honest and important. I received this book in a giveaway, and I am glad to have read it. More a memoir than an autobiography, the author discusses her experiences writing first the biography of Samuel Beckett, because she decided as a young graduate student doing a dissertation on him that he needed a biography and she was the one to write it. Having never written a biography, and not having read biographies, she nonetheless sent a letter to Beckett in Paris. The bulk of the book discusses the seven years she worked with him and his circle, and the aftermath of writing a biography of a man so revered, with so many scholars who believed they knew his work better than anyone else, and all that by a young woman, in an age where biographies written by women were not usually read by men. Flushed with the success at achieving what at times seemed unachievable, she sends a letter to Simone de Beauvoir, and in spite of being told by publishers that no one wants to read the biography of an old French feminist, she proceeds to spend the next ten years working on the book. She found a publisher, and it became a bestseller, unlike the Beckett book, which had decent success. What is most striking to me is the difference between the two strong-willed individuals and their circle of friends. The weird coldness of Beckett's world is contrasted with the warmth of Beauvoir's world, and the circle of friends who do some of the jockeying for position, but none of the odd and possibly psychotic behavior she encountered with Beckett. Not a how to book on biography; you will not learn how to do that here. Not a biography of either subject, but a memoir of the author's time with them. She takes you tantalizingly close to answers she was seeking from the subjects, but leaves you hanging in the end, possibly with the hope that you will run out and buy the biographies. 3.5 stars, and stands on its own as a document of Bair's own writing life, apart from the two biographies that it orbits. Having not yet read Bair's books on Beckett or Simone de Beauvoir (SdB) this book is a peculiar starting place but it's where I began as it was at hand as I was self-quarantined in Paris due to a viral plague. Just a few thoughts to record here since none of the reviews I scanned captured these details. First, this is not a book about Paris or even the habitual Paris world of Beckett or SdB, full stop. There are other books on those topics. This book primarily documents Bair's maturation as a professional writer through the then largely male dominated worlds of beat journalism, academic English departments and finally large corporate publishing concerns. The focus is largely on how she learned and invented her craft as a biographer and how Beckett and SdB and their separate communities both aided, hindered and even occasionally abetted her efforts. In Bair's telling there were a lot of bad actors that either wanted her to fail, perhaps because she was a naïve young American woman or more likely because they had similar writing goals and could see that this determined energetic person would lap them several times over with her prodigious work effort and focus. Aside from the very few additional intimate details that she reveals about Beckett or SdB it was how Bair just bull-doggedly gets on with the work that was most interesting to me. These biographical projects are hugely complex efforts and each subject will bring or create unique problems that nevertheless need to be patiently accommodated. As example, In one instance, Beckett, who says in their first interview that he 'will neither help nor hinder her work', further insists that nothing can be written or recorded during their sessions. Here Bair essentially re-invents spaced repetition with index cards in order to memorize the dates, times, points of clarification or contention so that she can keep the critical flotsam of a life's details floating within reach during a 2 hour time-boxed session with the subject. In Beckett's case a subject who also plainly caused Bair extreme amounts of anxiety just to sit with. Surprisingly few hatchets are buried and if Bair's accounts are correct she showed great restraint in dealing with the arrogance, sexism and cultural bias that the various 'Beckettarrians' and incompetent publishing agents tangled her up in at every turn. I'd shelf this book with Robert Caro's recent book, 'Working'. Earlier this year, Michael Peppiatt’s The Existential Englishman: Paris Among the Artists was published; the book displays namedropping and some Parisian familières, and ended up as quite the end note of what can be written about celebrities, and Paris. It is the kind of book that most people will forget about when asked of their favourite autobiographies, six months after having read it. Enter Deirdre Bair. I did not know of her before reading this book; I’d not even read her biography on Wikipedia. “So you are the one who is going to reveal me for the charlatan that I am.” It was the first thing Samuel Beckett ever said to me on that bitter cold day, November 17, 1971, as we sat in the minuscule lobby of the Hôtel du Danube on the rue Jacob. The start of the book is catchy without trying to be too engaging. It’s clear that the writer is both experienced and knows rhythm; if writing a book is similar to pacing oneself for running a marathon well, this one holds up almost throughout. Almost. Somewhere between meeting Samuel Beckett and Simone de Beauvoir, there is a lull. It is slight, and on the whole can be forgotten. This is my only complaint about the book, and mind you, I’m reviewing an uncorrected advance copy of the book. Au contraire, Bair writes of her own family in a commendable way, never delving into the sappy or drab. Professing the same kind of verve, she describes her own problems with deciding to become a biographer without knowing how to become one. She even asked Beckett how to, in a roundabout way: All this went through my mind in a matter of seconds as I dropped my head into my hands and said, “Oh dear. I don’t know if I’m cut out for this biography business.” His demeanor changed immediately, as did his tone of voice. “Well, then,” he replied, “why don’t we talk about it?” Reading about Bair’s conquests with Beckett, it’s easy to want to read her book about him. What makes it even more interesting is how Beckett didn’t let her behind the scenes of his machinations: Beckett was famous for never interpreting, analyzing, or explaining anything about his writings, particularly the plays. Although he would discuss modes of interpretation, MacGowran said, Beckett always fell back on the same final comment when questions got too close to the one he hated most: “What did you mean when you wrote X?” He brought such discussions to a quick end with “I would feel superior to my own work if I tried to explain it.” It’s clear to the reader—without Bair trying to blow her own trumpet—that the author has jumped through quite a few hoops to have her Beckett biography published, by Jove. It’s even impressive that she contacted Richard Ellman, who’d had his own Beckett biography published before Bair did hers: Richard Ellmann, then at Yale, told me he would never grant me an interview because if he had anything to say about Beckett, he would write it himself. It’s easy to think back to those days when readers were everywhere, publishing houses possessed greater cultural power than they do today, and how authors were discussed by multitudes of people while they were writing novels. It’s also, sadly, easy to consider how Bair was subject to abject sexism, which led to rumours being spread, which, in turn, nearly led to her book not being published. A cadre of Beckett specialists—the “Becketteers,” as I called them (all references to Mouseketeers are intentional), white men in secure academic positions of power and authority—formed my primary opposition. They were representative of a larger struggle in academia between the establishment and the perceived threat of women like me and my Danforth GFW colleagues, who were now competing for the same academic positions as the usual male candidates. Then, Simone de Beauvoir. I love this part from Bair’s initial meeting with de Beauvoir: I began to make stuttering conversation, starting with my thanks that she would give me time on her birthday. Her quizzical look as she replied let me know I was not making a very positive first impression. “Why not?” she said. “What is a birthday anyway but just another day?” I didn’t know what to say to that, but she didn’t pause long enough to let me answer as she asked, “Shall we get to work?” The following paragraphs didn’t surprise me in the least, given that de Beauvoir’s one of the most notable existentialists: And so we began. I thought I would ease into my questioning by asking about her earliest childhood memories, but she went first because she wanted to thank me. “Women come from all over the world to write about me, but all they want to write about is The Second Sex.” I adore this quote from Beckett to Bair after she’d mentioned the “Becketteers”: I talked so much that my wineglass was left mostly untouched, but it was getting late, so I started to gather my things. I also loved what Bair wrote about writing a biography and trying to stay level-headed in some way: Joyce provided an example (one that he cribbed from Flaubert, but never mind) that I followed for everything I wrote: “The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails.” (I did keep myself refined out of existence, but I was never indifferent and didn’t bite my nails; I just picked at my cuticles.) In regards to this book, I hope Bair is more than content. She should be, I think. Then again, I was born just before her Beckett biography was published. This book contains many pointers to what a writer—biographer or not—should consider. First and foremost, this book is a tale of the ups and downs of writing about human beings, and what those human beings bring to the table while and how you write about this. This is a laudable and highly recommendable memorial of extraordinary times in the life of a very considerate and apparently skilled biographer. geen besprekingen | voeg een bespreking toe
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"National Book Award-winning biographer Deirdre Bair explores her fifteen remarkable years in Paris with Samuel Beckett and Simone de Beauvoir, painting intimate new portraits of two literary giants and revealing secrets of the biographical art. In 1971 Deirdre Bair was a journalist and recently minted Ph.D. who managed to secure access to Nobel Prize-winning author Samuel Beckett. He agreed that she could write his biography despite never having written--or even read--a biography herself. The next seven years of intimate conversations, intercontinental research, and peculiar cat-and-mouse games resulted in Samuel Beckett: A Biography, which went on to win the National Book Award and propel Deirdre to her next subject: Simone de Beauvoir. The catch? De Beauvoir and Beckett despised each other--and lived essentially on the same street. While quite literally dodging one subject or the other, and sometimes hiding out in the backrooms of the great cafes of Paris, Bair learned that what works in terms of process for one biography rarely applies to the next. Her seven-year relationship with the domineering and difficult de Beauvoir required a radical change in approach, yielding another groundbreaking literary profile. Drawing on Bair's extensive notes from the period, including never-before-told anecdotes and details that were considered impossible to publish at the time, Parisian Lives is full of personality and warmth and give us an entirely new window on the all-too-human side of these legendary thinkers"--
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Bair also wrote a biography of Simone de Beauvoir, a ten year effort. She got to know Beauvoir’s friends, family and many other feminists in that decade. Her descriptions of the interview, writing and travel process for both books, as well as how it all affected the other areas of her life as a professor, wife and mother, are fascinating. Bair provides true insight to the life and methods of a biographer.
Bair writes of the difficulties of being taken seriously as a woman, journalist and biographer, both in academia and the literary world. She feels it was an “almost unbelievable privilege to know and write about these two giants of contemporary culture.” She describes the experience well in this book. ( )