(Terra amata) [E–pub] ï J.M.G. Le Clézio

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  • Terra amata
  • J.M.G. Le Clézio
  • English
  • 21 July 2018
  • 9780141191416

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read Terra amata Terra amata review ✓ E-book, or Kindle E-pub summary ↠ E-book, or Kindle E-pub ✓ J.M.G. Le Clézio For Chancelade the world is teeming with beauty wonder and possibilities From a small boy playing on the beach through his adolescence and his first love to the death of his father and on to the end of his own lif. The author leads us through the life of Chancelade from his luminous childhood till the end or the beginning telling us that the protagonist is going back to what was before sun clear air peace sea strength beauty because everything is eternal we are here all the time with the sun and the rain and the wind and the ice and the fire Birth and death are only fables In this timespan called life we are only playing the game with ourselves to lose as slowly as possible suffering as little as possible our enemy is us we are fighting against time We live in hell and heaven joined together so we must suffer and love There was really nothing to be hoped for outside that place that time that destiny One would never penetrate the defences of the unknown never get away from this old earth Everything there was was there You had to play and move about and think without stopping with all your delirious and contradictory powers You had to go on with the adventure once begun without wanting to torn to pieces by doing so You had to give each thing its name and sign each move and event with all the hatred and all the love you were capable of How were you to say you were happy at that moment on that part of the earth with that woman with yourself and with everything else It wasn t easy to say and yet you had to say it You had to forget the fatal issue pain decay the minute but effective assaults of time You had to forget the void the being abandoned the being alone and live out your own adventure with joy Nothing counted any but this explosion of life an explosion beautiful and uniue Out of the long night opaue insensible there issued now this ball of fire luminous than a million suns shut up inside the body and blazing there The glare is harsh it hurts it flays but the pain is also the greatest of pleasures it is the power of life There were so many things to believe so many things to love hate touch drink look at feel understand listen to judge suffer hope There was so much fear so much evil gentleness noise or cold From farthest time or space this wealth had come to Chancelade a man among men an inhabitant of this planet and had changed him into a bomb Everything was there present palpable It called for than words it called for shouting for howling at other people at the top of your voice in the street Maybe they wouldn t have understood but that s what you ought to have done open your mouth and yell as loud as you could at three o clock in the afternoon with the veins standing out on your neck and temples bursting In the dusty street a dog sleeps in the sun with its mouth open amid a forest of human legs That is a poem The rain drips down on the roofs windscreen wipers moan back and forth A curved poem based on the earth a poem with a living womb Starving children look up with bloodshot eyes like stupid jewels in their great dwarfs heads A poem transparent and immediate deep as the wind airy as light huge as the great dirty lake Or a toothless old woman leans against the wall and stares uncomprehendingly A soldier kneels in the mud and the blood runs slowly from his mouth It is always the same unwritten poem the story that is hummed under the breath or dreamed Everywhere around me and around you too everyone reads these strange yet close words they write them with their gestures and mark them down with their bodies and their desires On the closed book closed or almost closed the tide of the world breaks and pounds unceasingly What is inside it matters less after all than what is outside What is one day s reading in a lifetime What is one line of writing among all the endless scribbling that fills the world There is not just one word one sun one civilization There are millions of things everywhere Isn t the poem there or there or in your eye the eye of the beholder Konkurz na milence possibilities From a small boy The Crooked Computer playing on the beach through his adolescence and his first love to the death of his father and on to the end of his own lif. 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read Terra amata Terra amata review ✓ E-book, or Kindle E-pub summary ↠ E-book, or Kindle E-pub ✓ J.M.G. Le Clézio Rical description and virtuoso games of language and the imagination Terra Amata brilliantly explores humankind's place in the universe the relationship between us and the Earth we inhabit and ultimately how to li. When Jean Marie Gustave Le Cl zio was named laureate for the 2008 Nobel Prize in Literature I was like many others in wondering who His standing in English speaking nations save for a couple of low profile translations in the States was practically non existant And this is an author who has published over forty books since his 1963 debut It s been a frustrating wait then for publishers in the UK to rush release some backlist titles into print No doubt translators up and down the country are soldiering away at of his worksRead my full revire here Annie place in the universe the relationship between us and the Earth we inhabit and ultimately how to li. When Jean Marie Gustave Le Cl zio was named laureate for the 2008 Nobel Prize in Literature I was like many others in wondering who His standing in English speaking nations save for a couple of low Back Alley Slut profile translations in the States was The Collected Works of DrPatrick Carnes practically non existant And this is an author who has Revolution in Manufacturing Single minute Exchange of Die System published over forty books since his 1963 debut It s been a frustrating wait then for Longing Orgasmic Texas Dawn #2 publishers in the UK to rush release some backlist titles into Sight and Sound A Fiftieth Anniversary Selection print No doubt translators up and down the country are soldiering away at of his worksRead my full revire here

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read Terra amata Terra amata review ✓ E-book, or Kindle E-pub summary ↠ E-book, or Kindle E-pub ✓ J.M.G. Le Clézio E he relishes the most minute details of his physical surroundings whether a grain of sand an insect or a blade of grass as he journeys on a sensory adventure from cradle to grave Filled with cosmic ruminations ly. The architect Le Corbusier reportedly said that God was in the details others have claimed the same about the devil And it s in the details that Le Cl zio finds Terra Amata the beloved Earth if my Latin serves whether what he finds is God or DevilThis is the first Le Cl zio I ve read and supposedly not the best starting point most people who have read him suggest his debut Le Proc s Verbal The Interrogation as a sampler of his early avant garde work but this was the one that was still in the library and I can t say it s scared me off further exploration In fact I liked it a lotTerra Amata is in its way a very bare bones thing It s the story of the life of a man named Chancelade de la chance from his early childhood to his grave And it s not like his life is all that special he s a pretty ordinary guy and not much out of the ordinary ever happens to him What makes it than just boring ultra realism is how the story is told See Chancelade likes details Right from the beginning even as a small child we see him extrapolating entire worlds from the smallest things trying to understand his world by submerging himself in it trying to put words to everything he sees and feels the whole cosmos in a grain of sand bit You should be everywhere at the same time on the mountaintops when the aurora borealis flares up in the depths of the sea by the volcanos mute explosions in the trunks of the trees when the rain slowly starts falling and each drop detonates on each leafLe Cl zio s world isn t a cold inhospitable place it s a world that s teeming with beauty and Chancelade wanders through it in constant infatuation as if drunk on everything s existence and becoming At times this is a horriffic experience anyone who s read The Hitch hiker s Guide To The Galaxy might compare it to the Total Perspective Vortex if you see how insignificant you seem in the vastness of the world you re supposed to go crazy Except he doesn t not really he just has to find a way to live this incredible thrill ride of sensory overload that even an ordinary life can be The world was too alive you couldn t defeat it Space had too much space time too many seconds days weeks milennia You could no longer do anything to understand You could no longer meet the frightening gaze of the absolute You had to dive head first into vertigo and work love hate suffer be happy kill give birth because there was nothing else to doWriting something that goes or less like this for 220 pages well OK there is ordinary life and dialogue and other characters in there too reuires a lot of the author but the young Le Cl zio is up to it with a few notable snags when Chancelade falls in love he spends a few short chapters speaking in sign language morse code and invented languages to try and express his inner turmoil which nah But even then the prose is precise I ve rarely come across a writer who s this good at navigating rather complex existential morasses with a language that s this clear vivid and well fun like I ve said elsewhere I m occasionally reminded of the extatic free form prose of Clarice Lispector while the slight meta fictional overtones call Perec or Calvino to mind OK so the novel tends to crawl up its own ass a few times I suppose you can only write so much about the experience of everyday mundanity and the pro and epilogues that talk directly to the reader don t really do it any favours But most of the time it s a real joy to read As in life you take the bad with the good hope the latter outweighs the former hold on in the sharp curves and feel the tickle in your belly Nerves nerves everywhere