By Emmanuel Hocquard
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Hocquard's fiction Aerea dans les forets de long island (1997) reinforces the poet's curiosity in augural area and in derivation, articulated in "Il rien" and in "La Ligne claire" respectively. classified a "novel," Aerea dans les forets de big apple is a prose piece created from seven sections that includes a number of characters in varied 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 doubtless whole in itself, the characters emerge in terms of a couple of others after which fade from recognition, as though their entire reason behind showing within the novel used to be so as to add information and phonemic sort. "David, Zachary, Jessica, Sokrat. June. Medea. Montalban. Virginia, Remedios. Juan, Rosita," writes the narrator, "the interlaced letters in their names preserve the fires of an alphabet that mirrors that which bums below the signal of Aerea, goddess of the woods, of looking, and of fishing."26 including clone of Louis Cranach's Eve striking within the narrator's workspace, the conversing voice, Adam, signs an knowledge of legend and origins.
But the focal point of this narrative is in other places, 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 by way of its density and colour the island resists fiction, the distance of fiction (perhaps its "aerea") is located now not in a Baudelairian woodland of symbols that testify to a couple hidden fact yet within the disorienting reflections solid from multivalent photographs. The woodland right here, is long island, and the narrator takes pains to disassociate legend and tale from the dense assemblage of constituent components of the woodland: "Each department, copse, ditch, stump, piece of earth, fern, lifeless wooden, moss, rut, course, tracks, footprints, animal cry or birdsong every thing is fastened. yet to this fixity, not anything should be hooked up, no tale, no character.... every one tree is a replicate, every one rock and echo. every little thing that's felt there, is noticeable there, or is heard there's already recognized and but, new."
Like the woodland defined the following, the ny of Aerea is itself a wooded area, one made from brick and mortar, metal, and glass. and prefer the bushes and rocks of the woodland, the angles. and surfaces of the skyscrapers, spires, and home windows keep in mind one another in an never-ending association of mirrored image, exemplified in an account of a stroll via Wall highway on a vacation: "Around and above us," we learn, "Wall highway used to be remoted in its personal silence. through the sport of reflections the center of ny was once pierced by means 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 distinct nature, one Hocquard describes in "Il rien" as a narrative that "draws its pertinence now not from an out of doors yet from the distance it inaugurates" (PT. 56). even if it's the small island, self-sufficient and impervious to the skin, or the wooded area - that's an analogous and but ever new - or the island of big apple, growing its life from limitless angles and reflections, for Hocquard tale and fiction come up as an augural house in a website of letters, phrases, and images. eventually for Hocquard, the topic of a narrative is rarely an experience, an intrigue, or a few socially generated price. As Hocquard states explicitly in "La Mercury bleu pale," the topic might be discovered "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 that means and language (PT, 53). And lest we omit, this deviation is that which creates fiction.
Emmanuel Hocquard is one in all France's best 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 singular, and a movie. He has additionally translated works via Charles Reznikoff, Michael Palmer, Paul Auster, and others, and is the founder and director of "Un Bureau sur l'Atlantique," a company that fosters French-American poetic alternate. along side the Abbaye de Royaumont, he ran a chain of crew translation seminars in the course of the eighties and nineties. numerous volumes were translated into English, and his paintings appears to be like on-line at PennSound, the digital Poetry middle, 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 is usually a novelist, essayist, and translator from French and different languages, and has produced numerous new translations of French literary classics, together with Proust's Swann’s approach and Flaubert's Madame Bovary.
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On the bath towel spread out by her feet, her piled-up clothes formed a small filmy chaos of familiar materials next her watch and bottle of suntan lotion. "No sight," I said to her, "awakens in me more good cheer than the sparkling of the morning light on the surface of a pale sea. " "Adam," she answered in her cool, caressing voice, "I doubt you ever were a child. I'm not reproaching you for it, because I like you the way you are. " "In a little while, June, in a little while, when we go in the water.
Sokrat asked. "That you flatter me, friend. Have you noticed how very different the reflections are from their source? " "Now you're talking like a Byzantine florist trying to sell bouquets of faded flowers! But anyway, no one can maintain these Ottoman palaces any more. The one over there was struck by lightning recently and caught fire. They let it burn. It wasn't worth the water to save it. But from a distance, Adam, it still creates an illusion. " "Now, I'd like you to visit my rock. We'll have to walk a little, but you'll see what an ideal place I've discovered for sunbathing and swimming where no one can see me.
The dancing flame cast its soothing gleams over her face and her body lying next to mine. Outside, the snow had stopped falling. "Adam," she said, raising herself on one elbow and caressing my shoulder, "I'm the one who's going to leave now. Tomorrow morning the weather will be beautiful. David will drive you to the airport. " " 'Adam,' he'll say, 'I didn't have the heart to wake Jessica. ' " The snow was sparkling all around. The cold was intense and the key refused to tum in the frozen lock. Jessica walked around the little bus and without any difficulty removed the rear window.
Aerea in the Forests of Manhattan by Emmanuel Hocquard