By Emmanuel Hocquard
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Hocquard's fiction Aerea dans les forets de new york (1997) reinforces the poet's curiosity in augural area and in derivation, articulated in "Il rien" and in "La Ligne claire" respectively. categorized a "novel," Aerea dans les forets de ny is a prose piece made out of seven sections that includes a bunch of characters in diversified destinations: new york, the Mississippi Delta, Istanbul, the Bosporus, and particularly, a small, unnamed island. instead of contributing to an built-in unit that's likely entire in itself, the characters emerge in terms of a couple of others after which fade from recognition, as though their complete reason behind showing within the novel used to be so as to add information and phonemic style. "David, Zachary, Jessica, Sokrat. June. Medea. Montalban. Virginia, Remedios. Juan, Rosita," writes the narrator, "the interlaced letters in their names hold the fires of an alphabet that mirrors that which bums below the signal of Aerea, goddess of the woods, of searching, and of fishing."26 including a twin of Louis Cranach's Eve placing within the narrator's workspace, the conversing voice, Adam, signs an information of legend and origins.
But the focal point of this narrative is somewhere else, for in it Hocquard elaborates on his proposal 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 part, turns its again at the sea. It's a petrified abstraction and correctly discouraging for somebody who likes analogies." If through its density and colour the island resists fiction, the gap of fiction (perhaps its "aerea") is located now not in a Baudelairian wooded area of symbols that testify to a couple hidden fact yet within the disorienting reflections forged from multivalent pictures. The woodland the following, is big apple, and the narrator takes pains to disassociate legend and tale from the dense assemblage of constituent elements of the wooded area: "Each department, copse, ditch, stump, piece of earth, fern, lifeless wooden, moss, rut, direction, tracks, footprints, animal cry or birdsong every little thing is mounted. yet to this fixity, not anything could be connected, no tale, no character.... each 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 identified and but, new."
Like the wooded area defined right here, the big apple of Aerea is itself a wooded area, one constructed from brick and mortar, metal, and glass. and prefer the timber and rocks of the woodland, the angles. and surfaces of the skyscrapers, spires, and home windows bear 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 was once remoted in its personal silence. through the sport of reflections the guts of new york used to be pierced through its personal fake reminiscence: reflections of skyscrapers in puddles of water, reflections of facades in facades. the latest development buildings, all in blue or black glass walls, duplicated by means of replicate results the photographs of former development projects."
If because the narrator claims, fiction is known as coming from with no, then this fiction is of a special nature, one Hocquard describes in "Il rien" as a narrative that "draws its pertinence no longer from an out of doors yet from the gap it inaugurates" (PT. 56). even if it's the small island, self-sufficient and impervious to the skin, or the wooded area - that's a similar and but ever new - or the island of new york, developing its lifestyles from countless 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 isn't an experience, an intrigue, or a few socially generated price. As Hocquard states explicitly in "La Mercury bleu pale," the topic might be came across "in the succession of pages, by way 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 fail to remember, this deviation is that which creates fiction.
Emmanuel Hocquard is one among 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 severe articles, a singular, and a movie. He has additionally translated works by way of Charles Reznikoff, Michael Palmer, Paul Auster, and others, and is the founder and director of "Un Bureau sur l'Atlantique," a firm that fosters French-American poetic alternate. along side the Abbaye de Royaumont, he ran a chain of workforce translation seminars in the course of the eighties and nineties. numerous volumes were translated into English, and his paintings looks on-line at PennSound, the digital Poetry heart, 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 manner and Flaubert's Madame Bovary.
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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. Right now I'm busy struggling, as I do, stubbornly, every day, against the depressing invasion of blue. Have you noticed how strangely attracted the islanders are to this color? No matter which direction you look in, the sky and the sea invade three-quarters of the landscape. Why do the walls of the houses, the tables in the cafes, the iron curtains of the shops, most of them anyway, have to be painted blue?
Standing in a comer of the courtyard, a cigarette in my hand, alone in this nocturnal scene, which wasn't yet familiar to me but was to become familiar, I gazed at the street entrance of our house, which had opened before me for the first time that same morning and which my blond lover, naked under her thin dress, had just closed behind her as she went out. " I had murmured. Half sitting up in bed, I felt my heart beating violently; my head was still echoing with the sudden din that had 41 AEREA IN THE FORESTS OF MANHATIAN torn me from my deep sleep, from my first sleep in the peace of the island.
For a moment now, I had been staring at that dark spot, which was shaped like a butterfly wing and covered with a little down of short, silky hairs. " A gleam of distress had come into her eyes then, though it was immediately banished by the return of her confident smile. But after that day, the little velvety mark was never again the object of the least comment between us. "June," I said, leaning over her from the top of my rock, letting my syllables drop down onto her tanned body, "your nudity deserves eulogies.
Aerea in the Forests of Manhattan by Emmanuel Hocquard