From poetry to prose, Andree Chedid multi-faceted A compassion for suffering humanity. Words and simple stories to tell. In a fluid flow where even the dark corners have some light. "Being a fictional route, be passing," Andree Chedid, between tenderness, reflection and testimony, is still in its ceremonial and his retinue of words.
At ninety years ago, two books today in front of bookstores. At the heart of poetry and prose. Without nothing, or almost no limit or bounds to each other. True Editions Flammarion, Andree Chedid, poet, novelist and playwright, gets a full workout for the literary season! Born in 1920 to Lebanese parents in Cairo, the Nile lady living in France since 1946 ended up opting for the language of Racine after experimenting, there are almost half a century, poetry in English. It has mastered language as perfectly as his adopted language, French. It was called, I think, On the trail of my fancy ... But who remembers them? We would rather more likely to evoke the early writings such Two Lands, Counter-singing or face first ... Mother and grandmother filled singers Louis and Mathieu Chedid, including the hit songs prance successes, the author of Nefertiti and Akhenaten's dream, crowned with numerous awards (including Louise Labe), has this special gift of select words and word sounds, quite frugal simplicity, to transcribe a transparent world and explores light that does not least from what is unsaid and unseen. Through a lively pen and fertile, her voice has established itself over the years with numerous collections of poetry and modern law, a dozen plays that revisit history but also the pain of living contemporary, and above all novels and stories in the same vein as his dramaturgical concerns.
For 2010, this first collection of poetry under (very Teilhard de Chardin) The stuff of the universe * (Flammarion - 147pages) where a lady of venerable age reconsider the past. She knows the value and weight of words before storing, with wisdom and discernment on the blank pages. Looking back
benevolent but lucid, rich experience of a lived intensely, sometimes tinged with a certain humor to tell a poetic musicality imbued with a hushed and ethereal on all an existential journey, without ever being pompous or use a heavy or overblown lyricism. Without being pejorative or gear, there is always an air of youthful freshness.
childhood, the mystery of the years change us (not really transform us except with the skin wrinkles), the meaning of a passage human beauty and its Glare, the nature of things that shape our lives, the fragility and precariousness of being, the attachment to the land (all land like an intrepid world citizen who kills all the gates), the inexorable disease and old age is all that the narrative poetic a woman who believes strong as iron otherness, while questioning the human condition, tirelessly, continuously, without ever losing hope in this great fraternity that binds the living ... With words like these mild and sunny shores which they emerged. All this is perfectly evident, without recourse to the umbrella of St. Augustine, Shakespeare, Rilke and Dylan Thomas. Because the player is the twin brother of the man who holds the pen. In a shift, and stealth imperceptible, between two linguistic pirouettes (she who dreamed of being a dancer!), Here that flies with the sweetness of a 'felucca' on the tranquil waters of a river to pages a novel that takes its themes never abandoned, always dug deep, still under a new light, always identified as close as they beat the deepest, most secret. The four dead
John of God (Flammarion - 177 pages) is the seventeenth novel by the author of City of fertile and multiple child. Once again, the narrative "chédidienne" across subjects dear to him (the places where we take root, the intermittence of the heart, the impact of history, the importance of freedom the acceptance of otherness), the confrontation with the Grim Reaper is inevitable. Through flashbacks and interludes from the life of John of God (a name almost Canadian) and juxtaposed to reconstitute a piece of history, the turmoil of love, suffering from the disease and the approach to death. Of course, with such a title of the book, one thinks immediately of the saying that says that cats have seven lives ... But John of God unless he has as much, however, remains a survivor, for four times, death ... Symbolic and real. The loss of his Catholic faith to the "filth" of his illness, to his exile from a beloved Spain and the fall of the Berlin Wall, this is a tortuous route for a contemporary true child of the century dreams shattered. Always with that distance, your elegant lyricism without emphatic, almost cold, which characterizes the author of the Sixth day to speak of being, its anxieties, its constant questioning. A book
mature, fluid style, atmosphere serious but not without a few charming touches of humor and mischievous.
books on sale at the bookstore al-Burj.
Quotations from "The fabric of the universe"
Where is my land?
My country is everywhere
Of all the world's land
It is in the other hand
It is in addition
My country is everywhere around the edge of the Drop In
And
Step In And still live
In the farthest.
Terrace
From my terrace I watched the earth
Horrified By its raids
His bloodshed
From my terrace I watched the earth
Dazzled by his wonderful
Her sudden appearances
Since I slide the brightness
Shadows
I sail
Between rainbow sky
Clartés and suspicion.
And in here.
Edgar Davidian
hilda.barhoum @ wanadoo.fr
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