#Michel Tournier

[gee-b-positive]

love random literary nonsense mentioned moments before disaster strikes in a drama

#graceful family #kdrama #michel tournier #the back #heo yeon #a bad boy is standing #books #art #these selections supposedly explaining the feelings of the characters in the drama at the moment or throughout the story is so intriguing #i always gotta look up these artists to see what the drama is implying

[funeral]

Michel Tournier, Friday, or, The Other Island

#michel tournier #literature #excerpts

[twinwound]

michel tournier (trans. anne carter)

#lit #michel tournier #gemini #w

[lolochaponnay]

#Michel Tournier

[anokatony]

Gone, but not Forgotten Redux

  In 2013 I posted ‘Gone but not Forgotten’ in which I highlighted authors who made a strong vivid impression on me and who had recently died. Now, ten years later, it is time again to remember those who have left us recently. This is a personal list of authors who may or may not have been all that famous but who had at least one work that I found impressive. Günter Grass (1927 – 2015) The German…

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#Anita Brookner #Gunter Grass #MIchel Tournier #Paula Fox #Russell Banks #Ruth Rendell #William Trevor

[wesley-de-cornualles]

He must have had a peculiar fall on to just one knee, for he was covered in mud half-way up one leg, and otherwise untouched. As I tried to make myself scarce, he caught me by the arm, stuck out his knee, and ordered me to clean it. I hastily knelt down and set to work with a somewhat dubious handkerchief. But that wasn't quick enough for Pelsenaire. 'Is that all you've got? Lick it off, then!' His thigh and knee and the upper part of his calf were all sculpted in shiny black mud, flawless except for a complicated purple wound in the middle, under the kneecap. Out of it oozed a bright red streak turning first to ochre, then to a darker and darker brown as it mixed with the mud. I licked round the wound, surrounding it with a grey halo. Several times I had to spit out earth and bits of cinder. Blood went on welling out the wound. My eyes were right up against its whimsical geography — swollen pulp, whitish wheals of abraded skin, in-turned edges. I passed my tongue swiftly over it once, not so lightly that it did not cause a tremor, making the pad of muscle round the kneecap rise up in a kind of rictus. Then I licked it a second time, more slowly. Finally my lips rested on those of the wound and stayed there indefinitely. I don't know exactly what happened next. I think I was seized with a fit of shuddering, convulsions even, and was carted off to the infirmary. I seem to remember I was ill for several days. But I have only a vague recollection of this episode in my life at St Christopher's. What I am sure of is that the teachers thought fit to inform my father of my indisposition, and that the random explanation they brought up, with a grotesque irony of which they were unconscious, was that I had upset my stomach by eating too many sweets.

Michel Tournier, The Erl-King, trans. Barbara Bray

#michel tournier #le roi des aulnes #the erl-king #a.k.a. The Ogre #french literature #'too many sweets'

[thyrwess]

Naissance des mots.

#Les limbes du pacifique #Michel Tournier

[dandanjean]

Miroir

Le reflet de sa vie qui nous trompe de nous. Michel Tournier La vie intérieure ne m’intéresse pas – L’EXPRESS

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#Michel Tournier #vie intérieure #Youtube

[cheruib]

the books I got at the fleamarket!!

#obsessed with the magazine it has so many BEAUTIFUL Parisian paintings in montmartre…. and i absolutely #love michel tournier but i haven’t read that one of his yet… the other two im also so excited to read AAAAAB #life

[dixvinsblog]

Saint-Etienne de bouche à oreilles - Chok Théâtre -Le fétichiste (d'aprés) Michel Tournier -jeudi 15 et vendredi 16 février à 20h

Denis Rey dans le Fetichiste RÉSUMÉ Mr Martin, grand naïf, fétichiste et pickpocket récidiviste, provisoirement échappé d’un hôpital psychiatrique, ne se trouve pas franchement fou. Il se voit plutôt comme un être à destin, celui de la fanfreluche, de la belle toilette, du beau linge…« Chacun son drapeau. Il y en a c’est le tricolore. Moi c’est le falbala » L’univers de Mr Martin est un…

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#Saint-Etienne de bouche à oreilles - Chok Théâtre -Le fétichiste (d&039;aprés) Michel Tournier -jeudi 15 et vendredi 16 février à 20h

[obrother1976]

can u make like. ur top 10 books. freak books. anything. kisses your brain

sure!! these r not gonna be ranked bc god knows i could never choose between them & also im gonna be annoying and ramble a bit about every one

death in venice by thomas mann (classic. but its so rich w metaphors and symbolism. if you do read it, i'd recommend reading "the uses of myth in death in venice" by isadore traschen afterwards, bc it does a great job explaining all the freudian allegories and mythological symbolism and u'll literally be tearing ur hair out afterwards over how brilliant thomas mann was)

the carnivorous lamb by agustín gómez-arcos (idc that i've already talked about this a gajillion times on here. its literally the best book i've ever read. i'll forever be obsessed and i wish there was literally anything that could ever hit as hard as this did. if u read it, anon (if u havent already) dont go through the carnivorous lamb tag on here bc u need to experience this without any big prior knowledge. trust me)

erotism: death and sensuality by george bataille (ik im just listing the classics atp. but how could i ever leave that one out. this ones a lot and depending on how into bataille & philosophy in general u are it could be too much. but if u havent already read this one anon, just read the introduction. trust me ure gonna loose it from that alone)

gemini by michel tournier (this one... took me ages to get through it on my first read bc of the way its written, but it was so worth it. not even gonna say much about this one - its basically like if twins by bari wood was good lmao)

incest: from a "journal of love": the unexpurgated diary of anais nin, 1932-1934 (or every anais nin diary ever in general, but this one especially. there was just no one that got it quite like she did)

indecent theology: theological perversions in sex, gender and politics by marcella althaus-reid (sorry for literally recommending theory. im pretty sure u were asking for fiction lol, but this (& althaus-reid in general) is everything to me. if u've any interest whatsoever in theology u should check this one out)

the sluts by dennis cooper (slightly controversial opinion i think? not that the book itself is controversial, just that dennis cooper is very hit and miss at times. this book tho, definite hit. its so intense and convoluted and i loved every second of it. read this before death and sensuality and u're guaranteed to think of nothing else for at least a month)

querelle of brest by jean genet ("those knock-out body fluids: blood, sperm, tears!". kind of a classic since theres also the fassbinder movie but i prefer the book tbh. its been a while since i've read it but it'll forever be in my favourites)

crash by j.g. ballard (yeah ik we've all seen crash but i need more ppl to read the book. hold on actually i need to insert one of my favourite bits from it here:

Reaching through the fractured windshields and passenger windows around me, I marked my semen on the oily instrument panels and binnacles, touching these wound areas at their most deformed points.)

ada, or ardor: a family chronicle by vladimir nabokov (one of the most beautiful books i've ever read. probably not the most helpful recommendation bc im pretty sure its a classic but i cant not mention it.)

also some bonus recommendations of books that didnt make the list bc they're either not freak books or bc i havent read them yet:

christopher and his kind by christopher isherwood (not a freak book. not even remotely. but will forever have a special place in my heart.)

the sparrow by maria doria russell (read this one anon!!! this would be on the list, but im not fully finished w it yet so i cant officially put it in my top 10 yet)

exquisite corpse by poppy z. brite (havent read that one yet but its on my list!!)

autobiography of red by anne carson (not a freak book. beautifully written, a work of art really)

as meat loves salt by maria mccann (havent read that one yet. hoping its as good as everyone says)

skagboys by irvine welsh (one thing about me is that i'll always find a way to mention the trainspotting books)

#u guys r feeding my ego big time w these media asks. #i love doing lists ngl. just waiting patiently until the 'top 10 favourite academic papers?' ask drops lmao #also mwah <3 @ u anon. kissing u for that ask #oh also anon: if u havent already read carnivorous lamb and decide to check it out - u neeeed to listen to velvet voices by townes van zand #while reading it. theres no bigger reason behind that. its just that i listened to it on loop while reading #and that was literally a spiritual experience #ask

[iranondeaira]

"Il n'y a sans doute rien de plus émouvant dans la vie d'un homme que la découverte fortuite de la perversion à laquelle il est voué."

Michel Tournier

[thebeautifulbook]

LES METEORES by Michel Tournier. (1975) Art binding by Nobuko Kiyomiya

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#beautiful books #book blog #books books books #book cover #books #vintage books #book binding #book design #art binding #Nobuko Kiyomiya

[marie-chatelaine]

"Écoute-moi. Est-ce que la lune est le galet du ciel, ou est-ce ce petit galet qui est la lune du sable ? "

- Michel Tournier -

[mmepastel]

Quelle découverte !

Toujours pas remise de ma lecture de Gorge d’Or, roman finlandais de cette dernière rentrée littéraire, je cherchais un livre qui puisse lui ressembler, au moins un peu… ça m’a conduite, par ricochets divers, à la découverte de cet écrivain norvégien, né à la fin du XIXe et mort en 1970. Tarjei Vesaas. Un inconnu total pour moi… quoique.. j’avais lu dans Télérama une critique au sujet de ce qui est considéré comme son chef-d’œuvre : Les oiseaux, nouvellement traduit aux éditions Cambourakis.

Alors. Le palais de glace n’a rien à voir avec Gorge d’Or. Mais c’est une merveille. Une lecture qui ressemble à une expérience entre veille et sommeil. Les commentateurs l’identifient comme un conte symboliste, ça me paraît pertinent. Cela ressemble à un conte énigmatique qui parle d’enfants, mais ne leur serait pas vraiment destiné. Ou peut-être que si, s’ils lisent avec les yeux fermés (façon de parler), avec leurs rêves accessibles, sans attendre d’action tonitruante, en écoutant leurs émotions les plus incompréhensibles.

Vous avez le résumé de la nouvelle traduction de l’édition la plus récente. Ce n’est pas celle que j’ai lue, j’ai lu le livre dans l’édition GF, plus ancienne. Je ne peux juger de l’amélioration apportée ou non par Jean-Baptiste Coursaud, mais je serais curieuse de lire cette autre version.

Ce que je peux dire pour l’instant, c’est que le style de l’auteur est très simple. Il progresse dans son récit par petites touches, petites phrases plutôt courtes, qui ne sont pas complexes mais qui sont bien souvent énigmatiques. Il semble vouloir rendre compte des émotions successives et étranges que les petites filles éprouvent l’une pour l’autre, puis à l’égard de quelque chose qui les dépasse, ou bien qui les submerge.

L’attention à la nature est admirable. On passe de l’automne au printemps, du début de la formation de ce palais de glace (une cascade gelée) à son effondrement. Siss, l’une des deux fillettes, passe de l’innocence à la tristesse puis à la tentation nouvelle d’une vie autre qui coïncide au printemps où un garçon la trouble, mais elle ne veut pas trahir son amie avec laquelle elle a passé un pacte impérieux.

Je ne vais pas enfermer ce récit dans mon interprétation, mais je me contenterai de lancer quelques pistes. Les deux fillettes qui s’adorent évoque pour moi quelque chose de tout à fait concret, la dévotion enfantine que l’on peut avoir en amitié ne me paraît pas du tout saugrenue. Elle peut aussi revêtir une dimension symbolique puisque les deux fillettes sont apparemment opposées. On peut se demander si la perte de lune par l’autre ne correspond pas au passage de l’enfance à l’adolescence, qui va de pair avec l’envie de réconfort en même temps qu’un malaise soudain vis à vis des parents.

Peu importe, ce sont des fils, des chemins, tracés dans la neige, des lueurs qui vibrent à travers les parois du palais de glace, si beau, si mystérieux ; un refuge, un danger, un lieu de rêve, un secret, un tombeau. Au lecteur de se laisser prendre par la main par le narrateur qui pose des questions et des bouts de réponses comme des cailloux scintillants dans son récit, au lecteur de les ramasser en fonction de la résonance qu’ils créent en lui. La dimension onirique est si présente qu’elle fait du récit un texte qui résiste à l’analyse, ce qui permet sûrement de survivre aux années, et font de lui un joyau qui est célèbre en Norvège, et qui se fraie apparemment enfin un chemin jusqu’à nous. Une lecture marquante.

PS : c’est chouette de le lire fin décembre, dans un monde qui manque singulièrement d’enchantement. Une lecture qui m’a rappelé Michel Tournier ou Karen Blixen.

PS 2 : j’ai mis la 1ère de couverture de l’édition anglaise de Pinguin Books parce que je la trouvais belle.

#Tarjei Vesaas #littérature #livres #litterature #roman #livre #littérature norvégienne #conte #palais de glace

[tournoi-francophone]

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#french side of tumblr #frenchblr #littérature francophone #upthebaguette #phase des poules 🐓 !