Un livre somptueux, cinématographique et étouffant, conseillé au détour d'une conversation de midi, dans une cave/crypte de St Germain-des-Près. (Le lecteur qui connait cet endroit aura sans doute un petit sourire.)

Chez les Editions de Minuit, il n'y a pas de quatrième de couverture ou du moins, elle ne reprend pas de passage du livre. Alors vous me permettrez de le faire moi-même, de façon totalement subjective:



"Le même trouble que la veille ferma les yeux d'Anne Desbaresdes, lui fit, de même, More...

Moderato Cantabile. Hay un lector sobre una cama sin hacer. El lector sigue con interés las letras: Moderato Cantabile. El sol se despereza en el horizonte, se confunde, al principio, con el dilatado océano. Hay un cuarto. Hay una ventana abierta. Hay un niño, hay un piano. Hay dos mujeres: una tutora, su madre (la señora Desbaresdes). El niño no entiende, el niño sabe las escalas, pero no quiere entender, no tiene interés por el piano. La melodía, a ratos ininteligible por los dedos casi vírgen More...

Liksom med Halv Elva en Sommarkväll slås jag av vilket inre liv Moderato Cantabile har. Vi får bara ta del av det allra mest ytliga i handlingen och måste egentligen läsa mellan raderna för resten. Vid första läsningen är handlingen ganska ytlig och simpel. Moderato Cantabile utspelar sig till stor del på ett sjabbigt arbetar-café på en obestämd plats i Frankrike. Kvinnan, Anne, är besatt av ett mord som begåtts mellan två älskare och försöker ta reda på vad som egentligen hände genom att prata More...

Maybe reading it in 21st Century America robs it of something. I principally understood it as about a bored housewife grown jaded to her boring life. The other reading I had was less mundane but more problematic, about a self-destructive woman who fetishizes her own subservience. Not that there's anything wrong with such a story, but it's ugly and not suitably developed to be much more.

What I liked most was the relationship between mother and child, how they cling to each other in their lonelin More...

2,5 bintang untuk keabstrakan dan keabsurdan cerita ini.

Meskipun hanya 68 halaman, tetapi saya tidak bisa menamatkan buku ini hanya dalam tempo beberapa jam saja. Dialog yang membingungkan membuat saya harus membaca secara saksama untuk dapat memahami isi ceritanya. Itupun saya masih tidak bisa paham seluruhnya dengan isinya. Hahaha

Yang saya tangkap, buku ini menceritakan tentang seorang perempuan bernama Anne yang bertemu seorang lelaki misterius bernama Chauvin. Anne adalah perempuan yang suda More...

At first, you may find yourself a tad confused when you start reading this book. I have to say the blurb does not do the book justice at all, so I started reading it with a completely different idea in mind only to be faced with a much more complex and profound read. As you go on, you will start to notice and understand the symbolism and depth and irony evident in the book, and appreciate the brilliance of its execution.

I did not know this when I read the book, but when I did a bit of research a More...

Novel yang sangat tipis, hanya 68 hal saja, tapi tetap saja membutuhkan berhari-hari untuk menamatkannya. Meskipun demikian... anehnya... saya suka.

Gaya penulisannya lempeng, berulang-ulang, menuliskan hal-hal-hal yang sama, lagi dan lagi, dan lagi. Tentang pelabuhan dan sebuah kedai dan segelas anggur dan bunga magnolia dan jendela ke arah taman. Kemudian saat di pesta, tentang ikan salem dingin dan itik yang berkafan irisan jeruk, dan sekuntum magnolia yang semakin layu dan permintaan maaf. Ta More...

Modéré et chantant. Le titre sied parfaitement au livre. Modéré dans son discours (on ne sait pas tout, on ne sait pas rien, on ne sait que ce qu'il faut), modéré dans ses ardeurs (ni passion, ni fadeur, mais une justesse absolue), chantant, chantant (par sa forme cyclique, du retour et de l'habitude, et de la répétition, encore). Le livre est absolument magnifique, tremblant de justesse, stylistiquement jouissif, poétiquement autonome. Au fil des pages, le lecteur averti se rend compte que l'im More...

Written by hipsters avant-la-lettre, it seems very difficult to me get any pleasure of these French existentialist novels. Time has passed violently through them, and now they stand before us as the old veteran from a war that we can't remember the name or what it was fought for. From a historic point of view, the stream of rumbling feminism flooding the novel is very moving, and transmits to me that happiness of liberation and freedom that we all can be proud of.
Yet silences, blanks stares, cir More...

Duras is probably my fabourite female writer, though in an ideal world it shouldn't be necessary for me to make any distinction between 'male' and 'female' writers, and I'm not helping to make that ideal world become a reality by pointing any of this out right now. Nonetheless she is probably my favourite female writer...

Duras comes in two parts. The early Duras, who wrote long novels that Raymond Queneau criticised for being in thrall to romanticism; and the later Duras, who wrote short works o More...

A slim, seductive novel, sort of a nouveau roman version of Brief Encounter. Anne Desbaresdes meets Chauvin after a shooting heard at her son’s piano lesson, where she sits in with the haughty Mademoiselle Giraud, urging her stubborn son to play a Diabelli sontana moderato cantabile (moderately and singingly). We later learn Anne is a drunk and is desperately in love with Chauvin, but nothing is ever said—only the poetic, slippery prose helps make the subtext clear, and the ending quietly heartb More...

Começamos por encontrar uma criança teimosa e que não quer aprender a tocar piano, tão teimosa como a sua mãe Anne Desbardes, que insiste que a criança tem de aprender, mesmo a contra-gosto.

Anne Desbardes, parece ser uma mulher conformada com a vida e com a rotina da mesma, até ao dia em que num bar, sucede uma estranha morte que vira a sua vida de pernas para o ar. Este estranho incidente atrai Anne como um íman para o trágico local onde foi cometido o crime. Aquilo que parece ser uma forma de More...

For me Duras is a long poem, in different books as different verses.
تصور می کنم دوراس را هر زنی باید بخواند، و هر مردی. دوراس یک "سیمون دو بوار" دیگری ست، به همان بی پروایی، صلابت و قدرت، اما زنانه و ظریف. با نام دوراس همیشه به یاد سوزان سونتاگ می افتم و با نام سونتاگ، نام دوراس برایم تداعی می شود. برای خواندن و فهمیدن دوراس، باید حوصله و دقت داشت، همان گونه که برای خواندن ویرجینیا وولف.
بسیاری از آثار مارگریت دوراس به همت قاسم رویین به فارسی برگردانده شده است. "تابستان 80"، "بحر مکتوب"، "درد"، More...

Het verhaaltje is flinterdun, maar beklemmend beschreven, zoals in een nouvelle vague-film; de hoofdrolspelers lijken machines die verwonderd naar het leven kijken om hen heen en in henzelf, en die erg worstelen met gevoelens en conventies. Doet erg denken aan werk van Sartre, Camus en - zeker vormelijk - Robbe-Grillet. Aanvankelijk is de minimalistische stijl erg aantrekkelijk, want poëtisch in zijn eenvoud, maar op de duur gaat het procédé toch wat vervelen bij gebrek aan diepgang.

la narration, qui repose essentiellement sur des dialogues brefs, secs et bruts, cultive le vide événementiel et les faits relatés paraissent lourds d'insignifiance.

Aucun élément ne trouve d'aboutissement, ni l'intrigue autour du crime passionnel, ni la relation naissante entre les deux personnages. Une culture de l'échec.

Que de frustrations devant cette totale absence d'explications et c'est au lecteur de s�'approprier l'�histoire sans réelles indications.

Peut-être ai-je été un peu traumatisée par les questions d'examen qui ont suivi, je l'avoue. « Quelles sont les trois couleurs les plus importantes dans cette histoire? », ça te coupe les jambes. Je devrai me réessayer à relire un autre roman de la catégorie Nouveau roman, car celui-là m'a laissée un peu de marbre. Moi qui aime tant les descriptions... je ne pense pas que le Nouveau roman soit fait pour moi.

Aku ndak ngeh ini novel tentang apa, semacam benang ruwet or memang kemampuan membaca dan memahami cerita si Durasini yang kurang. Semacam membosankan, dan membuatku kapok untuk membaca lagi dan lagi; buku ini memenuhi kriteria buku yang aku baca 'skimming' 'skipping' 'jumping-jumping', dibaca cepat, dilewatikarena tidak memenuhi kepuasaan dan kegembiraan membaca. Ah sayang sekali sodara.

Para além de ser um livro de leitura rápida e simples, foi das maiores nulidades que já li. Completamente sem conteúdo e, embora a escrita seja interessante, não chega para o salvar. Esta é uma daquelas obras que são fácilmente esquecidas pouco tempo após a sua leitura. Não o recomendo. 1,5*.

Check yourself before you wreck yourself, Anne Desbaresdes.

Not wild about the translation I'm reading. I remember some of the key phrases from the original French, and while the translation here may be technically correct, it's pretty weak in terms of impact.

Had to read this in French. The critics rate this very highly. I beg to differ. Very boring story about a divorced middle aged woman who takes her son to tavern and leaves him to play in street while she cries in her beer.

Wow . . . crushingly beautiful story of the search for passion in one woman's life, the path to adultery . . . in the tradition of "Anna Karenina" a "Lady with the Lapdog" . . . and so haunting . . .

Difficult to read, but beautiful

I read this book when I was taking AP French in high school. It was by far the hardest book of that year. In fact, I struggled with it so much I had to go to a bookstore to read the English version of this book - and even that was hard to understand.

This is a love story. It's not full of fast-paced actions. Instead, Duras describes the scenes and moments in exquisite, beautiful detail.

I'd like to read this book again. Perhaps I will gain a new perspective now that More...

ملال است که باقی می ماند. دیگر هیچ چیز نمی تواند انسان را غافلگیر کند مگر ملال. انسان هر بار گمان می کند که به عمق آن رسیده است. اما حقیقت ندارد. در اعماق ملال سرچشمه ملال دیگری وجود دارد که همیشه تازه است. می توان با ملال زیست. و همین ملال زیستن یکی از مضامین عمیق داستان دوراس می شود و راه فرار از این ملال تنها یکی راه است : عشق!

Oh jag tyckte den här var superbra. Jobbar så dynamiskt med undertext, med små små gester och stämningar, det öppnar sig stora rum för fantasin. Vissa meningar gav andlös känsla.

It makes sense that Duras wrote the screenplay to Resnais' "Hiroshima Mon Amour." There's a nouvelle-vague quality to the entire book. It's a quick read-- my edition only has 100 pages or so of actual text and the font is big, so I recommend it for an afternoon. Everything is nuanced and patterned... indeed, you can envision long shadows move over every setting, the sounds of docks and waves permeating the environment, soft images of magnolia blossoms and pianos and wine bottles. While it's ofte More...

Un livre intriguant, bien écrit mais à l'intrigue par trop artificielle. Certains crieront au génie, d'autres comme moi resteront dubitatifs.

Une curiosité.

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Duras' work is oblique and deceptively simple. There is a great deal of sadness in it and economy. It's the sign of a very good writer that she can make it all look so easy.

No me he enterado de nada leyendo este libro. Un diálogo de locos totalmente absurdo y sin sentido alguno para mí ¿?