Sunday, March 27, 2011
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The Imaginary Museum of Marcel Proust and Borges
A José María, daily painting lover
is one of the books I purchased with more gusto in recent years. Seeing him in a Parisian bookstore, one of the times I spent in France to organize the Mexican participation in the Paris Book Fair, I embraced him with grateful appreciation, as if he had been aware of its existence long before I knew it.
is the French edition of a work originally published in English 2008 under the name of Paintings in Proust. A Visual Companion to In Search of Lost Time (Thames & Hudson). Conceived by Eric Karpeles, an American painter who has written about arts, poetry and aesthetics, the book is a small encyclopedia of the allusions pictorial Proust's great novel. Beside each work, which reproduces in color and full page explains the context in which reference is made and copy the exact quote from Proust. The purpose of this issue is to do a little exercise in English of the same idea.
The list of my seven quotes, taken all of the book of Karpeles, leaves out the most obvious: the View of Delft of Vermeer, who died before the Bergotte, the Zipporah, daughter of Jethro, Botticelli fresco is the Sistine Chapel and serves as a pretext for Swann fall in love with Odette, the Manet's Olympia ... However, I preferred to look for on some specific references that had no memory: works by Piranesi, or Whistler, or David ... Bronzino
old wrote in an article in the Gazette Fund, which compared the reading of In Search of Lost Time with that of the Brothers Karamazov that every time we go back to Dostoevsky's novel seems to us that the characters have changed over time, allowing us to perceive in different ways and on, while the return to Proust, we are certain that have remained unchanged and it is us who have not stopped changing. If that is true, perhaps it is time to re-read.
I edit the transcripts of the Alliance of pocket, which I have before, it is the same in which after a few failed attempts, perhaps especially because I heard a genuine but fearful whisper Proustian my father was no way I read it (for the harshness, I think he meant they are exposed to sexual truths), I read the seven volumes of the novel over five months of 1985. As is well known, the translation of the first three volumes of this edition is the poet Pedro Salinas, with the aid of Quiroga Pla final, the rest, from Sodom and Gomorrah , Consuelo Berges. I allowed myself to "fix" the ugly Leisman and laísmo peninsular, but stopped long ago to fight them, if only because the use Celestina, this time I preferred to spare you my readers, most of them Mexican. The seventh edition, 1984.
View of the Piazza del Popolo and perspective on the Corso in Rome, Piranesi, 1750
In Paris itself, one of the ugliest neighborhoods in the city, I know a window through which you see, after a first, second and even a third term in crowded roofs of several streets, a bell purple, sometimes red, and sometimes when the air strip one of his best "evidence" of a gray-black filter is not the dome of St. Augustine, which gives a view of Paris that the character of some of Rome by Piranesi.
Swann's Way , pages 85-86.
Ride of the Kings, of Benozzo Gozzoli, 1459
mania Swann That finding was similar in painting defensible thing, because even what we call self-expression is, as one can observe with much sadness when in love and wants to believe in the reality of the individual-only very general and has been found at different times. But having listened to Swann, a parade of the Kings, and Benozzo Gozzoli anachronistic when the Medici got there, even more so because it would be part of her portraits of a host of contemporary men not of Gozzoli, but Swann, ie after more than fifteen centuries to the Nativity and in more than four at a painter. According to Swann, not missing a single Parisian notable in that parade, as in the act of a play by Sardou in which friendship with the author and principal performer, and also for fashion, all the notables Paris, famous doctors and lawyers, took the stage one at night for fun.
In the shadow of the flower ladies , page 127.
Harmony in Blue and Silver, of Whistler, 1865
conceit However high the head of the Guermantes Francisca had been, since the early days, let me know that those not living your hotel under an immemorial right, but a lease fairly recent, and the garden which gave the hotel for the part that I did not know was quite small and similar for all adjacent gardens, and I knew, finally, that there there was not hunting manor or fortified mill or Salvita or loft on columns, or oven dominion, or headgear, nor fixed bridges or drawbridges, even flying, nor obelisks, cartouches, wall or Mugusa. But just as Elstir when they lose their mystery Balbec Bay had become for me a lot any interchangeable with any other on the quantities of salt water that is on the globe, had returned early to say that individuality Opal was the Gulf of Whistler in his silver blue harmonies, and the name of Guermantes had seen die under the blows of the last house Francisca exit, when an old friend of my father once said, speaking of the Duchess: "It occupies the position important in the Faubourg Saint-Germaine, his house is the first of the Faubourg Saint-Germaine. " Of course, the first room, the first house in the Faubourg Saint-Germaine was small potatoes next to other houses that I had dreamed on. But anyway, this, and was to be the last, still had something, however humble, that was beyond his own subject, a secret differentiation.
The Guermantes , page 31.
Food, Leon Bakst, 1902
But too often, new home owners are just as certain statesmen who formed his first ministry took forty years but in vain calling on all the doors, some women who were not known in society but had long been receiving, in the absence of anything else, to "a few intimates." Sure it was not always the case, and when, with the prodigious bloom of the Russian ballet, revealing successively Bakst of Niyinski, de Benoist, the genius of Stravinsky, the princess appeared Yurbeletief young godmother of all these great new men , leading to a huge boom head shaking and unknown to the Parisians who were trying to imitate all, it was wonderful to believe that this creature had brought in their luggage, and as if more precious treasure, the Russian dancers .... "
Sodom and Gomorrah , page 169.
The Circle of the Rue Royale , James Tissot, 1868
For the next generation, Cartier is now a thing will report that almost akin to the jeweler magnify Cartier, when he would have smiled that ignorant could be confused with that. Instead Swann was a remarkable intellectual and artistic personality and although not "create nothing," was lucky to last a little longer. And yet, dear Charles Swann, who knew so little when I was so young and you were so mint from the grave, if you speak again and if pervivirá perhaps it is because you must consider as a little twerp has emerged as a hero of his novels. If Tissot box representing the balcony of the Circle of the Rue Royale, where you enter Galliffet, Edmond de Polignac and Saint-Maurice, much is said about you, it's because some of their traits in the character of Swann.
The Captive, p. 214.
Portrait of young man , Bronzino, ca. 1530
But at this point, M. de Charlus was away a little of the usual rules. As we admired everything in Morel, his success with women they did her shadow, and even caused him the same satisfaction as his triumphs in the concert or play ECART. "But you know, my friend?, Is a womanizer," he said in a tone of revelation, scandal, perhaps with envy, especially of admiration. It is remarkable, he added. The most famous whores have no eyes for him. This is seen everywhere, both in the Metro in the theater. It's a nuisance! Every time I go with him to a restaurant, the waiter brings her tender little letters at least three women. And always nice, too. And no wonder. Yesterday I was looking at and understand, is gorgeous, like a kind of Bronzino, is truly admirable. " But M. de Charlus liked to show he loved Morel, convince others, perhaps to convince himself, that Morel loved him.
The Captive, p. 233.
Madame Recamier David, 1800
I eventually realize that a huge man, very tall, very fat, his hair completely white, which I was more or less everywhere and whose name I never knew was the husband of Madame de Saint-Euverte . He had died the previous year. As for the niece, I do not know if the cause of hearing music in that position without moving for one was a disease of the stomach, nerves, phlebitis, next delivery, recent or failed. Most likely, proud of its beautiful red silk, to think on your chaise longue the effect of a Madame Recamier.
Time Regained , pages 394-395.
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The image that opens this post is a portrait by Franz Xavier Winterhalter, Proust alludes painter who, while talking about an old woman , p. 134, In the shadow of the flower ladies .
Eric Karpeles on the web: http://www.erickar peles.com /
The book, in English and French versions, is available in www. amazon.com
Saturday, March 26, 2011
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Sunday, March 20, 2011
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As lately I've heard the story told in an exaggerated or inaccurate, a few days ago I went to the source, or perhaps better said the where they heard from her for nearly thirty years, at least indirectly to a friend with whom I shared desk in 1981 and I should start reading the Borges. For a story that had to do with remote epistolary friendships, their existence, which takes place in the heart of the Colonia del Valle, where his parents ran a soup kitchen, "had given an imaginative leap that had brought him little more than to live vicariously in Argentina.
His notebooks, his conversation and his thoughts were full of pictures related to that country, she dreamed day and night. All that passion was boiling inside of a shy and timid personality, I have not known anything. It was a noble spirit, but torn by a Severe education before taking him to CUM he did go through a military academy, and yet the following year, the last high school, despite its undoubted human vocation, would force him to enroll in the sciences.
the second morning of our neighborhood, while the teacher Crucet gave details on the digestive system (talk about the player next week, and during the fifty minutes that lasted his explanations, there was a silence that allowed the flies heard hitting the windows of the classroom), my new friend took a picture fuzzy a folder full of stickers platenses issues and in a low voice to avoid being caught, he told me that old blind writer who combined the genius, the sense of irony and lucidity. That same day I went out of classes to the library of CMU, which was next to the administrative offices above the auditorium, I copied the first title I saw in the file and a few minutes later I was in the hands for the first time a Borges book.
Besides these lines may be the cover of the same edition of that book, I bought the end of the year from all his other (ten or twelve ) that had in Gandhi Brodie's report. If someone asked me today what to read for beginners in literature author of The Aleph would not be just the first mention. The boy of sixteen who was at home with this volume must have felt reading those stories sprinkled perplexity of slang ("Out of sheer giddy Refalo him the ring that he carried with him a wattle", pg. 41), set in spaces called taverns or stores or clubs, and certainly found anything but straight attempts "to reduce direct tales" in which, according to confession of its author, a writer on the edge of old age but knows the job imitating the young Kipling, all of which were school lessons literary rather insufficient.
None of that was an obstacle: the character, which from then I looked everywhere and who I read as I found in bookstores, I mean Borges himself, the old man who traveled the world with his amazing scholarly eloquence and sense of humor, I was stuck tight. Concorde over, a couple of times a week violently tore the roof of the school, produced in me less noise than the reading of prose that eventually became the first literary love of my life.
few months later my friend made the trip to the country of their dreams and became full of adventures and feelings, convinced that Buenos Aires was the promised land of books, and artistic stimulation cultural life. Consistent with the passion he had just woke up, brought me a gift: a small volume that remains and that was my first serious reading on the subject: Genio Jorge Luis Borges Alicia Jurado, edited by Eudeba. Third edition 1980 of a work first published in 1964, this book certainly point starting from the rest of the biographies of the Argentine writer-especially because it takes up valuable testimony of his mother, Leonor Acevedo-was the tip of a ball that led me to the heart of the world Borges and many years later led me to interview her widow, Maria Kodama, for a special issue of Viceversa (number 75, August 1999, in the circumstances set forth in http://bit.ly/9aenhb ). At that time I also had opportunity to meet a close friend of Borges, Maria Esther Vazquez, with whom I spent a very pleasant evening chatting in his apartment in Palermo.
Alicia Johnston's book, which opens with a beautiful dedication ("A JLB, who gave me so much and who only gave me back this book was small, fragmentary and conjectural"), is divided into three parts: a short biography, a Borges review outstanding issues and an anthology.
It read some funny stories, including one that made me laugh and told the four winds, who would listen, whenever I could. At the end of this paragraph: "Since 1970 [...] is bringing in Buenos Aires's life forever two distressing facts [sic] overshadow: the advanced age of Dona Leonor and the critical situation in Argentina. The mother dies in the winter of 1975, ninety-nine years, but had long was crippled and bedridden. Head remained lucid until the end, but in the last stage used to confuse the facts and people and I had to stop the entry of his memoirs, he had started, for fear that gave me incorrect information. The slow decay must have been heartbreaking for the child, I remember the bitter response, so typically you, when one of those people without imagination is regretted that the poor lady had not reached the century: 'You exaggerate the charms of the decimal system'. " (P. 61)
Thirty years later, when again and again I hear the story peppered with details that are not in the version I knew her, I realize that myself, whenever I told it I was adding details that are not on the meager original story: for example, that the episode occurred, by elementary logic, in the wake of Dona Leonor so absurd that he who uttered words of comfort were a man (why not a woman?) or the son said a few words of acceptance, I set out and I memorized as if he really had been said, and that he then responded that phrase full of his characteristic irony and humor. At the core of the episode made him traits have come forth in the original source, as befits the genuine oral literature. Now I go back to reread the first book I had in Borges's hands (as did also the way to Buenos Aires in 1999), I find this comment, referring to a particular story, by the way so typical of the last Borges: "Some emphasis type rhetoric and some long sentences made me suspect it was not the first time that meant "(p. 64) ...
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Borges photos are Rogelio Cuellar, who relentlessly portrayed Argentine writer on his second visit to Mexico and I thank him for his generous loan.
In this blog : "Borges in the bathrooms of San Ildefonso" in http://bit.ly/9aenhb
At the risk of appearing to exaggerate the charms myself decimal system, I welcome the arrival of a hundred the number of followers in the breeze century. In all of them, thank you very much for your interest.
At the risk of appearing to exaggerate the charms myself decimal system, I welcome the arrival of a hundred the number of followers in the breeze century. In all of them, thank you very much for your interest.
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