TĂĄ radharc saibhir saibhir Ă©agsĂșil ag litrĂocht na Fraince le hĂșdair a shĂĄrmhaitheas i dtograĂ avant-garde mar atĂĄ siad, gach ceann acu ar a mbealach fĂ©in, hollebecq o foenkinos; nĂł an noir is mĂł dĂol go hidirnĂĄisiĂșnta le Fred vargas o An mĂĄistir. Baineann na scĂ©alaithe iontacha seo go lĂ©ir agus go leor eile taitneamh as oidhreacht a Georges perec gur thaispeĂĄin sĂ© comharthaĂ go raibh sĂ© ag cur thar maoil leis an gcuspĂłir sin dĂĄ thurgnamh, gan a bheith gairid ann.
LĂ©iritheoir ar ghaois agus ar mhaolĂș, ar an bplota brĂșite i dtreo shintĂ©is na hirise mar ailceimic ina ndĂ©anann na carachtair a n-anam a dhriogadh. Ădar stuama sna gnĂ©ithe sin go lĂ©ir ina dtĂłgann teanga gnĂ© eile, bĂodh sĂ© prĂłs nĂł vĂ©arsa, alt nĂł aiste. Is Ă© sin an Perec a fheictear dĂșinn mar polyphacetic in aon cheann dĂĄ leabhair.
Geal sna liricĂ agus bâfhĂ©idir doilĂ©ir ina anam leis an oidhreacht sinistr sin le dĂ©anaĂ de dhĂothĂș GiĂșdach a bhain dĂł ina Ăłige le cailliĂșint a thuismitheoirĂ. Is Ă© an pointe nĂĄ gur ĂșsĂĄideadh an litrĂocht arĂs mar phlaicĂ©abĂł sa ghnĂ© is pearsanta nĂł mar fhollĂĄine sa ghnĂ© chruthaitheach i saothar a raibh an bhrĂ dheiridh sin lĂ©i agus an t-iarmhar tarchĂ©imnitheach den dea-litrĂocht.
Na 3 ĂșrscĂ©al is fearr a mhol Georges Perec
CuimhnĂm
Is Ă© a mheabhrĂș nĂĄ an duine fĂ©in a lua fiĂș agus an baol ann nach mbeadh na cinntĂ dĂ©anta ag an nĂłimĂ©ad eile sin a bhĂ ar an bhfĂłd. Sin Ă© an fĂĄth go dtugann tĂșs an scĂ©il lena bhfeicimid imeachtaĂ dĂĄirĂreacht, amhrais, lionn dubh, admhĂĄil. Le "Is cuimhin liom" nochtaimid do dhaoine eile laethanta idĂ©alaithe eile inar tharla rudaĂ agus inar ritheadh âârudaĂ aisteacha, i gcĂłnaĂ ar a mhalairt, lena gcuid greannachta, lyricism agus mearbhall. DĂreach an fĂłcas eile atĂĄ riachtanach chun innĂ© a thuiscint nĂł fiĂș an rĂ© is iargĂșlta sa stair le dĂ©anaĂ.
TĂĄ âIs cuimhin liomâ, thar na blianta, ina thuras isteach i gcomhchuimhne tĂre. TĂĄ an fardal cuimhnĂ seo, comhdhĂ©anta de 480 iontrĂĄil a thosaĂonn i gcĂłnaĂ leis na focail a thugann a theideal don leabhar, ar cheann de dheilbhĂnĂ na litrĂochta cuimhneachĂĄin riamh. CuimhnĂ cinn ar Ăłige agus Ăłige dhuine de na scrĂbhneoirĂ is fearr den XNUMXĂș haois trĂna ndĂ©anann aisteoirĂ, scrĂbhneoirĂ agus polaiteoirĂ parĂĄid, ach freisin stĂĄisiĂșin meitreo, boulevards nĂł pictiĂșrlanna de PhĂĄras nach ann a thuilleadh ach atĂĄ riachtanach chun lĂĄnlĂ©argas reatha chultĂșr na hEorpa a thuiscint. . In aistriĂșchĂĄn nua le Mercedes CebriĂĄn, tagann ceann de shaothar mĂłr le rĂĄ Georges Perec.
Fuadach
Ar a laghad cuireadh tĂșs maith leis na sean-scĂ©alta, ach nĂ raibh an ceann sin fiĂș. Ăn tĂșs, bĂonn mallacht mistĂ©ireach ag dul thar fĂłir leis na carachtair, agus de rĂ©ir mar a thĂ©ann an scĂ©al ar aghaidh, cuireann a uilelĂĄithreacht an lĂ©itheoir fĂ©in in iĂșl.
Nuair a imĂonn Tonio Vocel, a dâfhulaing fuadach, a coinnĂodh, a theith, a cuireadh faoi chois? NĂ fĂ©idir leis na pĂłilĂnĂ, gan a bheith in ann na leideanna iomadĂșla a chuirtear faoina bhrĂĄid a dhearbhĂș i gceart, rud ar bith a dhĂ©anamh nĂos mĂł nĂĄ an talamh a rith ag rith. Glacann cairde Tonio gnĂomh ar an ĂĄbhar, ach beidh siadsan, is cuma cĂ© chomh cĂłngarach don fhĂrinne, ina gcreach ag an dĂșnmharfĂłir gan dĂdean. Mar sin fĂ©in, leanann greann ag teacht chun cinn sa leabhar.
BĂonn deis ag an lĂ©itheoir freisin a sheiftiĂșlacht a thĂĄstĂĄil, Ăłs rud Ă© go bhfuil an rĂ©iteach, lĂĄithreach doilĂ©ir agus soilĂ©ir, i bhfolach go cĂșramach agus fĂłs simplĂ go mailĂseach, nach nochtar ach i gcĂłnaĂ faoi lĂ©, os comhair a shĂșl. An mbeidh a fhios aige fiĂș conas Ă© a fheiceĂĄil? An mbeidh sĂ© in ann teacht ar Ășdar an chaos seo?
Treoracha saoil le hĂșsĂĄid
Meallann aon tĂĄirge lena threoracha a chinneann ĂșsĂĄid agus diĂșscairt mar phaidrĂn. NĂl aon rud le caitheamh i dtimthriall amhĂĄin seachas an saol. Mar sin is fearr roinnt treoracha maithe a bheith agat maidir le cathain a thĂ©ann an saol mĂcheart nĂł mĂĄ bhagraĂonn sĂ© ...
Le plĂ©isiĂșr an bhailitheora, lĂ©irigh Perec dĂșinn gur cluiche Ă an litrĂocht freisin agus gurb Ă filĂocht an anodyne atĂĄ taobh thiar de imbhalla an tsaoil laethĂșil. Taobh thiar dâaghaidh foirgneamh simplĂ i bPĂĄras fuair sĂ© cartlann scĂ©alta. TĂĄ Narrating ag foghlaim conas breathnĂș, chun na scĂ©alta saoil atĂĄ sa sĂ©adchomhartha seo a ghabhĂĄil bhfreagra a dtugaimid rĂ©altacht air fĂłs.
ThĂĄinig mĂ© ar an leabhar seo ag am nuair a bhagair an litrĂocht a bheith ina dhomhan rĂł-lionn dubh. Fuair ââmĂ© strĂłc den saol ann. Thit mĂ© i ngrĂĄ le Bartlebooth agus a thionscadal craiceĂĄilte, a bhfuil intuigtheacht mhĂłr taobh thiar de: bĂonn an ĂĄilleacht sin gan ĂșsĂĄid uaireanta agus mar sin nĂos ĂĄille. Chuaigh mĂ© trĂd an mĂle agus an scĂ©al amhĂĄin a insĂtear anseo, fillte san iontas cĂ©anna a samhlaĂm go gcaithfidh an Renaissance iniĂșchadh a dhĂ©anamh ar a gcaibinĂ©id fiosracht. Agus bhĂ a fhios agam go bhfĂ©adfadh an litrĂocht a bheith ina rud eile: cluiche an-tromchĂșiseach a lĂ©irĂonn an aoibh ghĂĄire is mĂthreorach atĂĄ againn.