Tuesday, May 25, 2010

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"sheet folded," William Maxwell, 1945

This image will serve as my introduction to the American novel from 1945 that I just discovered.


I let you read the fine text:
"Lymie and he were always the first to get into the dormitory. In the bed they shook the ice against one the other, shivering like little dogs, until the heat of their bodies was beginning to penetrate the flannel pajamas and their big gowns wool. Lymie slept on the right side and Spud curled against him, fists in the pit of his kidneys. After five minutes while the bed was warm and Spud asleep. Lymie slept slower usual. He lay there, relaxed and drowsy, conscious of the cold outside the blankets and heat that came from Spud, Spud and the smell of which was not a smell of sweat or body failed, which resembled the smell of anyone. Then he walked right foot until the plant should come into contact with the bare toes of Spud, and bearing on this reality, he rushed fearlessly into the darkness, where it was more about sharing. "

sheet folded , William Maxwell, published in 1945 in the United States and translated and published in France in 1948.


This beautiful book, almost unknown in France, says the few years between late adolescence and early adulthood 3 young Americans in the 1930s. Lymie, the "skinny ", chest plate, Spud, the young American athlete in athletic body and Sally, the girl around which binds all the emotional conflicts and, I think, between these three erotic beings. Lymie loves and admires Supd. He wants to live a symbiotic friendship with Spud and exclusive, which represents everything to which he aspires secretly. Spud attaches to Lymie that serves and admire. Perhaps it is a bit envious of his talent? Sally crystallizes their relationship, through an intermediary. Spud loves him, but he believes Lymie love her too. In reality, Lymie found in her mother's comforting that he lost with the death of his mother. Perhaps as he seeks his friendship because it serves as a link with Spud. By loving his own way was also a way for him to love again Spud. The misunderstanding is installed. Spud is jealous. Right loosens, but adolescence ends.

For the modern reader, the relationship between Spud and Lymie friendship can only be a homosexual. Should we follow the translator, Maurice Edgar Condreau when he says in the preface, aware of this ambiguity: "The drama is played ente Lymie, Sally and Spud is not peculiar to the University of Illinois. C 'is a drama of all places and all times, the plight of unskilled young people to unlock the secrets of their hearts. No doubt some readers will find that they are Lymie Spud and a strange innocence. They most surely will doubt yet the innocence their relationships and will be tempted to see in Leaf folded presentation of a case of homosexuality. They are wrong. At no time of intimacy the two friends suspect that their attachment might have sources whose only thought would fill them with horror. They are in love with the simplicity of boys and mysteries of the subconscious never worried, and when, in the dorm frozen, they sleep, with the full knowledge of all their comrades in arms of one other is no more evil than the child who, at night, insisted to sleep with the teddy bear object of his adoration. Today, with the extension Freudianism, increasing freedom of writings and conversations, the boldness of barracks jokes exchanged Atlantic to the Pacific during the war, such candor would be highly unlikely, but at the time unfolds the beautiful love story What Leaf folded (and to a small town in the Midwest) formidable taboos had not softened the severity of their prohibitions. It was therefore necessary for the tragedy that had the ring of truth, it was shown us as the players had played. However, in their eyes, it could be no question of sexual abnormality, although doubtless they knew its existence without ever glimpse the possibility that they might one day be the victims. "

Nevertheless, I am inclined to follow. The history of relations of friendship between men has already shown that in times not so old, could live a friendship between men, not without affection, without which one can speak of homosexuality. Perhaps it is our inordinate taste for exclusive classifications that we impossible to think of friendship between men otherwise than as a form of homosexuality more or less conscious, since it takes an exclusive and almost physical.

In a fundamental essay on the literary history of homosexuality in the American novel: As a brother, a lover , published in 1976, Georges Michel Sarotte this novel class in the category The " particular friendships " teenagers, calling it" Friendship disorder in American Reality: the report accepted. " (Pp. 48-49). He is in the direct lineage of the works of Herman Melville, especially Pierre and ambiguities.


very personal way, this novel the fascination of "a thin, flat-chested boy" for a boy to the body that expresses the fullness and beauty could not leave me indifferent.

Description of structure

William Maxwell
Leaf folded (The Folded Leaf)
translated from English by Maurice Edgar Coindreau
Paris, Gallimard, 1948 , in-8, XIX- [3] -230 - [4] pp.



I thank the site "Another Country", which we provides images of which I have not had trouble finding one that seems perfectly illustrate this message.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

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"Boys", Henry de Montherlant, 1973

book is a somewhat forgotten that I wish to present today.



In 1969, Henry published Montherlant Boys, one of his major works. Worked several times, he waited until the end of his life to complete and publish the pages of evocative love schoolgirls. And yet, many crossings have been removed from the first edition of 1969. I will not analyze the book, or give a summary. I refer to these pages, which can satisfy your curiosity:
A good summary albertportail.info
Evocation more personal-and-culture debats.over-blog.com
For a history of the work: www.montherlant.be



A year after his death in 1972 seems finally the full version, without the redactions. It is a great book, printed on fine paper and beautifully illustrated by Edward Mac Avoy of 46 drawings reproduced in full page in the book. The majority (30) is black and white, but 16 are in color. Edward Mac Avoy (1905-1991) was a famous portrait of known portraits of Picasso, Dali, etc.. (See his official website: Edward Mac Avoy ). He is very clever to give life to different characters of the work of Montherlant. Of the 46 boards, I have selected 8 that illustrate more specifically the "protection"






For my part, I appreciate these portraits a bit dry and bare, but at the same time evocative and retained. As Elie

Grekoff (see the reproduction of drawings illustrating the very homoerotic Tiresias of Jouhandeau) or Pierre-Yves Trémois (which I will speak), Edward Mac Avoy belongs to this family artists, including most of the work (and reputation) is very far from the gay world, and yet who can make like no other, the male beauty and even the beauty of love between men. Thanks them is made.

As for the book itself, I found myself enjoying it. I thought to be bothered by this evocation of the universe outdated Catholic college (we still found some of that atmosphere when I was in a Catholic college in the late 70s). In fact, I am attached to this character Alban Bricoule. I liked his moral idealism, that spirit of Vindicator found often in adolescence. This is also an opportunity to recall that this book is free of the atmosphere of sin, guilt and moralism found in many literature Gay 50s (see Jean-Paul , Marcel Guersant friendships or special Peyrefitte). There is a freedom of tone and thought in the evocation of the characters: the uncompromising portrait, and rather malicious, mother, while the character ambiguity, a mixture of cunning and simplicity, the abbot of Pradts, priest without faith that combines respect for conventions with a large practice of inner freedom, etc.On feels that this book is very successful also very personal. Should we see a form of will, that of an old man who finds his adolescence, any integrity and bravery (See the evocation of the bullfight, omnipresent in this book).

The book is currently available in the Folio collection.


What was my surprise to find that this current edition does not contain passages added in the 1973 edition. Yet these passages, which clearly illuminate the text about the rest without allusive it too, seem well guarded about the moderation is the tone of the book. Maybe their content a bit more explicit about the customs bachelor (the famous "protection") is too outrageous. For those who want to read the book publishing full, they are left to find this issue or that of the Pleiades appeared in 1982.

description of the work of Henry

Montherlant
Boys
[Paris], Gallimard, [1973], 4to (280 x 206 mm), 549 - [3] pp., 46 boards inset with 30 plates in black and white and 16 color plates, tucked under a blanket of pink.


Edition of 3150 copies on ivory laid cloth Papeteries Lana, of which 3000 copies numbered 1 to 3000 and 150 copies hors commerce numbered 3001 to 3150.

Despite drawing in large numbers, it is a work uncommon.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

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Miracle of waking, lying in bed, I feel
rest, lying next to me.
I open my eyes and just now, I smile
Thinking of the happiness to be there beside you.
Is it a sixth sense or actually a genius?
Always in your sleep, you're rolling towards me.
slaps you a sweet kiss while still asleep.
I can simply open your as my arm. In
a sigh, you loves, you huddled.
And like every morning, I lie down there,
Waiting your awakening, your return to life,
Like a sentry to watch over you.

I see murmurs and other whispers.
I hear you rant on this one:
"The hug? This morning, you've already written!
Must renew, change ministry!"
Yes, I grant you, and I am very sorry.
I want to change, yet every time I'm imprisoned by
this sweet madness This
welfare sense, that happiness delicate.
It's not my fault. I'm not here for nothing if
From my inspiration, I do not control
The convolutions, detours, cravings.
command When love, I'm a soldier!

The alarm rings already. Well, I'm done!
So, forgive me and do not be angry
to expect on the one that shares my life.
And every morning feeling inside me,
My heart beat for her, strangling my mind. Although
exquisite prison that prison there! And

him whisper tender words of love To
she knows that I always love.
May 2010

Sunday, May 2, 2010

How To Diaper Genie Old

Visit to the Zoo


Sad little monkey, but do you watch?
Guettes you, the passer, throwing peanuts ?
Where does this confusion, seeing these figures?
you afraid of man, this strange person? You blame him

without doubt, this vile
confinement reduces your space, deprive you of liberty,
Do not let yourself simply the desire to dream
hope to live life to the fullest.

It seems that it is a scientific activity.
it is not nothing but a necessary evil to save your species
, for your kind
May be, much later, a wonderful life!

But deep in your heart, you know the dungeon,
front where people spend laughing, thinking that your
faces are a fun,
Is in fact nothing more than your sorry grave.

But I see in your eyes, just the mirror
In our society, we say advanced.
Your look, I found among the poor, unemployed or
resigned, who live despair.

Where are our joys and curiosities
Our desire to finally create a better world?
where individuals face equal happiness,
believed in the future of our humanity.

You see, small primates and therefore, my brother,
Prison is not only made bars. It
emptying heads that we create the dungeons
Who let the men and stagnate in misery.

Seeing you and I want to cry. And
basta if I pass for a sad talkative
By telling the world that your eyes so clear
Is the mere reflection of our society.
May 2010