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4 3 2 1 – Paul Auster

26 mercredi Avr 2017

Posted by Aurélie in En VO, Romans étrangers

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Les premières phrases

«  According to family legend, Ferguson’s grandfather departed on foot from his native city of Minsk with one hundred rubles into the lining of his jacket, traveled west to Hamburg through Warsaw and Berlin, and then booked passage on a ship called the Empress of China, which crossed the Atlantic in rough winter storms and sailed into New York Harbor on the first day of the twentieth century. While waiting to be interviewed by an immigration official at Ellis Island, he struck up a conversation with a fellow Russian Jew. The man said to him: Forget the name Reznikoff. It won’t do you any good here. You need an American name for your new life in America, something with a good American ring to it. Since English was still an alien tongue to Isaac Reznikoff in 1900, he asked his older, more experienced compatriot for a suggestion. Tell them you’re Rockefeller, the man said. You can’t go wrong with that. An hour passed, then another hour, and by the time the nineteen-year-old Reznikoff sat down to be questionned by the immigration official, he had forgotten the name the man had told him to give. Your name? the official asked. Slapping his head in frustration, the weary immigrant blurted out in Yiddish, Ikh hob fargessen (I’ve forgotten)! And so it was that Isaac Reznikoff began his new life in America as Ichabod Ferguson.

He had a hard time of it, especially in the beginning, but even after it was no long the beginning, nothing ever went as he had imagined it would be in his adopted country.  »

Circonstances de lecture

Parce que Paul Auster fait partie de mes auteurs préférés.

Impressions

Le dernier Paul Auster est un pavé de quelque 866 pages… Autant dire qu’il faut avoir une motivation sans faille et une foi inconditionnelle en l’auteur pour se plonger dans « 4 3 2 1 ». Paul Auster y retranscrit l’histoire d’un Américain, petit-fils d’immigrants, de sa naissance en 1947 à son entrée dans la vie adulte dans les années 70, tout en faisant un parallèle avec l’Histoire Américaine de cette partie chargée du 20ème siècle, en particulier la guerre froide, les problèmes de ségrégation raciale et la guerre au Vietnam. Reste que Paul Auster complique encore la chose en nous proposant 4 versions différentes de notre héros, Archie Ferguson (d’où le titre du livre…), selon le chemin qu’il choisit, les rencontres qu’il fait, ou tout simplement le destin plus ou moins tragique de ses proches. Chaque chapitre se divise ainsi en 4, et l’on suit ainsi 4 vies possibles d’Archie. C’est donc une lecture exigeante, mais heureusement passionnante, que nous propose Paul Auster. Venir à bout de ces plus de 800 pages m’aura pris du temps mais je ne le regrette pas (bien qu’il y ait quelques longueurs). La plume de l’auteur y est évidemment pour quelque chose ! Tout comme la retranscription de cette partie de l’histoire américaine.

Un passage parmi d’autres

 The word psyche means two things in Greek, his aunt said. Two very different but interesting things. Butterfly and soul. But when you stop and think about it carefully, butterfly and soul aren’t so different, after all, are they? A butterfly starts out as a caterpillar, an ugly sort of earthbound, wormy thing, and then one day the caterpillar builds a cocoon, and after a certain amount of time the cocoon  opens and out comes the butterfly, the most beautiful creature in the world. That’s what happens to souls as well, Archie. They struggle in the depths of darkness and ignorance, they suffer through trials and misfortunes, and bit by bit they become purified by those sufferings, strengthened by the hard things that happen to them, and one day, if the soul in question is a worthy soul, it will break out of its cocoon and soar through the air like a magnificent butterfly.

Paul Auster – 4 3 2 1 – 2017 (faber & faber)

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Report from the Interior – Paul Auster

30 samedi Nov 2013

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«  In the beginning, everything was alive. The smallest objects were endowed with beating hearts, and even the clouds had names. Scissors could walk, telephones and teapots were first cousins, eyes and eyeglasses were brothers. The face of the clock was a human face, each pea in your bowl had a different personality, and the grille on the front of your parents’ car was a grinning mouth with many teeth. Pens were airships. Coins were flying saucers. The branches of trees were arms. Stones could think, and God was everywhere.

There was no problem in believing that the man in the moon was an actual man. You could see his face looking down at you from the night sky, and without question it was the face of a man. Little matter that this man had no body – he was still a man as far as you were concerned, and the possibility that there might be a contradiction in all this never once entered your thoughts. At the same time, it seemed perfectly credible that a cow could jump over the moon. And that a dish could run away with a spoon

Your earliest thoughts, remnants of how you lived inside yourself as a small boy. You can remember only some of it, isolated bits and pieces, brief flashes of recognition that surge up in you unexpectedly at random moments – brought on by the smell of something, or the touch of something, or the way the light falls on something in the here and now of adulthood. At least you think you can remember, you believe you remember, but perhaps you are not remembering at all, or remembering only a later remembrance of what you think you thought in that distant time which is all but lost to you now. « 

Circonstances de lecture

Parce que c’est Paul Auster… Un de mes auteurs préférés.

Impressions

Après « Winter Journal » (Chronique d’hiver), Paul Auster poursuit l’exploration de sa vie non plus à travers son corps mais à travers son esprit : comment pensait-il quand il était enfant ? Comment son enfance et son adolescence l’ont mené à l’homme qu’il est devenu aujourd’hui ? Quels événements l’ont le plus marqué ? Un récit passionnant, construit en quatre parties distinctes, toujours magnifiquement écrit.

Un passage parmi d’autres

 In thinking about where you want to go with this, you have decided not to cross the boundary of twelve, for after the age of twelve you were no longer a child, adolescence was looming, glimmers of adulthood had already begun to flicker in your brain, and you were transformed into a different king of being from the small person whose life was a constant plunge into the new, who every day did something for the first time, even several things, or many things, and it is this slow progress from ignorance toward something less than ignorance that concerns you now. Who were you, little man? How did you become a person who could think, and if you could think, where did your thoughts take you? Dig up the old stories, scratch around for whatever you can find, then hold up the shards to the light and have a look at them. Do that. Try to do that.

Report from the Interior – Paul Auster – 2013 (faber and faber)

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