By Emmanuel Hocquard
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Hocquard's fiction Aerea dans les forets de ny (1997) reinforces the poet's curiosity in augural house and in derivation, articulated in "Il rien" and in "La Ligne claire" respectively. categorized a "novel," Aerea dans les forets de big apple is a prose piece made out of seven sections that includes a bunch of characters in assorted destinations: long island, the Mississippi Delta, Istanbul, the Bosporus, and particularly, a small, unnamed island. instead of contributing to an built-in unit that's possible entire in itself, the characters emerge with regards to a couple of others after which fade from realization, as though their entire reason behind showing within the novel was once so as to add info and phonemic type. "David, Zachary, Jessica, Sokrat. June. Medea. Montalban. Virginia, Remedios. Juan, Rosita," writes the narrator, "the interlaced letters in their names hold the fires of an alphabet that mirrors that which bums lower than the signal of Aerea, goddess of the woods, of looking, and of fishing."26 including just like Louis Cranach's Eve placing within the narrator's workspace, the conversing voice, Adam, indications an know-how of legend and origins.
But the point of interest of this narrative is somewhere else, for in it Hocquard elaborates on his concept of fiction. He observes that while fiction comes from the surface -from the ocean- the closeness and transparency of the island resists fiction: "The island, from each aspect, turns its again at the sea. It's a petrified abstraction and correctly discouraging for somebody who likes analogies." If via its density and colour the island resists fiction, the distance of fiction (perhaps its "aerea") is located now not in a Baudelairian wooded area of symbols that testify to a few hidden fact yet within the disorienting reflections forged from multivalent pictures. The wooded area right here, is long island, and the narrator takes pains to disassociate legend and tale from the dense assemblage of constituent components of the wooded area: "Each department, copse, ditch, stump, piece of earth, fern, useless wooden, moss, rut, direction, tracks, footprints, animal cry or birdsong every little thing is fastened. yet to this fixity, not anything could be connected, no tale, no character.... every one tree is a reflect, every one rock and echo. every thing that's felt there, is noticeable there, or is heard there's already identified and but, new."
Like the woodland defined right here, the ny of Aerea is itself a woodland, one constituted of brick and mortar, metal, and glass. and prefer the timber and rocks of the wooded area, the angles. and surfaces of the skyscrapers, spires, and home windows bear in mind one another in an unending association of mirrored image, exemplified in an account of a stroll via Wall road on a vacation: "Around and above us," we learn, "Wall highway used to be remoted in its personal silence. via the sport of reflections the guts of big apple was once pierced by way of its personal fake reminiscence: reflections of skyscrapers in puddles of water, reflections of facades in facades. the latest construction buildings, all in blue or black glass walls, duplicated by way of replicate results the photographs of former construction projects."
If because the narrator claims, fiction is known as coming from with no, then this fiction is of a special nature, one Hocquard describes in "Il rien" as a narrative that "draws its pertinence no longer from an out of doors yet from the distance it inaugurates" (PT. 56). no matter if it's the small island, self-sufficient and impervious to the skin, or the wooded area - that is an analogous and but ever new - or the island of big apple, developing its life from countless angles and reflections, for Hocquard tale and fiction come up as an augural house in a website of letters, phrases, and photographs. finally for Hocquard, the topic of a narrative isn't an experience, an intrigue, or a few socially generated worth. As Hocquard states explicitly in "La Mercury bleu pale," the topic should be chanced on "in the succession of pages, by means of two," as "the juxtaposition of scenes" (PT, 17). The literary textual content, we're reminded, is given in a deviation of which means and language (PT, 53). And lest we put out of your mind, this deviation is that which creates fiction.
Emmanuel Hocquard is certainly one of France's prime post-68 poets. He served because the editor of the small press Orange Export Ltd. as well as over 30 books of poetry, he has released serious articles, a unique, and a movie. He has additionally translated works through Charles Reznikoff, Michael Palmer, Paul Auster, and others, and is the founder and director of "Un Bureau sur l'Atlantique," a firm that fosters French-American poetic alternate. together with the Abbaye de Royaumont, he ran a sequence of staff translation seminars through the eighties and nineties. a number of volumes were translated into English, and his paintings appears to be like on-line at PennSound, the digital Poetry heart, and durationpress.com. Raised in Tangier, he lives and works within the south of France.
Lydia Davis (born July 15, 1947) is an American author famous for her brief tales. Davis can also be a novelist, essayist, and translator from French and different languages, and has produced a number of new translations of French literary classics, together with Proust's Swann’s means and Flaubert's Madame Bovary.
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Lying between my legs, she had crossed over the distinct line of sleep; every last trace of sexual emotion had evaporated from her face. Her regular breathing lifted her breasts, bare under her half-open shirt. In the lifeboat, sparkling under the creaking blocks, her body, which transmitted to mine the ship's vibrations, now belonged wholly to the temporary, geometric, white world of our crossing. " "A house, June? That may be true, actually. But not always. " The door to the street entrance opened partway in the night.
He actually loves being in Istanbul. He probably doesn't know it yet himself, but he'll agree later, once we've left. I imagine right now he's searching his tangle of memories for some possible resemblances with the new things surrounding him. " "That's because he feels guilty, wherever he is, wherever he goes. " 40 ON THE DECK "The worst thing, Sokrat, is that he doesn't change. Once-this was a long time ago-he came to join me in the summer on the island where I was spending my vacation. The whole time he stayed there, he felt miserable.
Leaving June and Sokrat to their conversation, I stood up and headed for the forward part of the boat, my camera in hand. The ~sland? Hanging from the clothesline under the vine of our blue courtyard, the two pieces of June's bathing suit were two white smudges in the darkness, at the level of my face. Standing in a comer of the courtyard, a cigarette in my hand, alone in this nocturnal scene, which wasn't yet familiar to me but was to become familiar, I gazed at the street entrance of our house, which had opened before me for the first time that same morning and which my blond lover, naked under her thin dress, had just closed behind her as she went out.