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La bataille de Pharsale
Le lecteur retrouve, dans ce récit, des personnages - l'oncle Charles, le modèle, Corinne, Paulou – apparus dans Histoire publié deux ans auparavant. C'est dire qu’il se situe dans le sillage et le prolongement de ce roman magistral. Mais, par la place faite à la peinture et une première évocation de « l’extraordinaire Orion aveugle marchant vers la lumière du soleil levant », il annonce l’œuvre à venir, Orion aveugle (1970) achevé ensuite dans les Corps conducteurs (1971).
« Un homme observe, depuis la terrasse d’un café, la fenêtre d’un appartement, avant de pénétrer dans l’immeuble et frapper de plus en plus violemment à une porte. Il suppose, poussé par la jalousie, la présence à l’intérieur d’une femme et d’un homme, le peintre et son modèle enlacés. Ces deux personnages apparaissent sur des photographies, décrites par le narrateur, qui associe à l’image de son oncle Charles des souvenirs d’enfance. La traduction d’un passage des Commentaires de César, où l’oncle aide le neveu, est associée à des souvenirs de la Seconde Guerre mondiale. Accompagné d’un ami grec, le narrateur recherche le site de la bataille de Pharsale (I).
« Lexique » est une suite de parties intitulées, et disposées selon l’ordre alphabétique : « Bataille », « César », « Conversation », « Guerrier », « Machine », « Voyage », « O » [Zéro]. Autant de mots nodaux où se croisent les fils d’un texte touffu (II).
« Chronologie des événements » entrelace, autour d’un voyage fait en train par O pour la réalisation d’un ouvrage de critique d’art, des scènes qui évoquent ses amours avec le modèle, des moments où apparaît Corinne enfant, des descriptions de tableaux, des descriptions du monde observé depuis le compartiment, des souvenirs de guerre ou d’un voyage en Grèce. Disparate, ce matériau constituera le roman : O s’assied à sa table, devant un dictionnaire et certains objets qui entreront dans le récit qu’il se prépare à écrire. Cette scène finale figure en tête d’Orion aveugle, dessinée à l’encre (III). »
--Didier Alexandre
« Un homme observe, depuis la terrasse d’un café, la fenêtre d’un appartement, avant de pénétrer dans l’immeuble et frapper de plus en plus violemment à une porte. Il suppose, poussé par la jalousie, la présence à l’intérieur d’une femme et d’un homme, le peintre et son modèle enlacés. Ces deux personnages apparaissent sur des photographies, décrites par le narrateur, qui associe à l’image de son oncle Charles des souvenirs d’enfance. La traduction d’un passage des Commentaires de César, où l’oncle aide le neveu, est associée à des souvenirs de la Seconde Guerre mondiale. Accompagné d’un ami grec, le narrateur recherche le site de la bataille de Pharsale (I).
« Lexique » est une suite de parties intitulées, et disposées selon l’ordre alphabétique : « Bataille », « César », « Conversation », « Guerrier », « Machine », « Voyage », « O » [Zéro]. Autant de mots nodaux où se croisent les fils d’un texte touffu (II).
« Chronologie des événements » entrelace, autour d’un voyage fait en train par O pour la réalisation d’un ouvrage de critique d’art, des scènes qui évoquent ses amours avec le modèle, des moments où apparaît Corinne enfant, des descriptions de tableaux, des descriptions du monde observé depuis le compartiment, des souvenirs de guerre ou d’un voyage en Grèce. Disparate, ce matériau constituera le roman : O s’assied à sa table, devant un dictionnaire et certains objets qui entreront dans le récit qu’il se prépare à écrire. Cette scène finale figure en tête d’Orion aveugle, dessinée à l’encre (III). »
--Didier Alexandre
271 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1969
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Claude Simon
65 books136 followersAwarded 1985 Nobel Prize in Literature, for being an author "who in his novel combines the poet's and the painter's creativeness with a deepened awareness of time in the depiction of the human condition."
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October 16, 2024
The Battle of Pharsalus intertwines historical events with Claude Simon's personal memories and reflections. The title refers to the famous battle in 48 BC between Julius Caesar and Pompey, but the narrative is far from a straightforward historical recount. Instead, Simon uses the battle as a metaphorical backdrop to explore themes of memory, time, and the fragmented nature of human experience. The complex structure and stream-of-consciousness style challenges readers to piece together the narrative from various perspectives and time periods, a task too lofty for this reader.
Simon, a key figure in the Nouveau Roman (New Novel) movement, employs a non-linear narrative that shifts between different characters and events. This technique reflects the chaotic and often disjointed nature of memory. The protagonist, who remains unnamed, recalls his experiences during World War II, his relationships, and his reflections on the ancient battle. The novel's rich, descriptive passages evoke a sense of place and time, immersing you in the sensory details of the protagonist's world.
The novel's exploration of memory is deeply personal and introspective. Going deep into the protagonist's psyche, revealing how past events continue to shape his present through conflict and change, both in the historical sense and within the protagonist's own life. Throwing punctuation marks out of the window, using emojis and numbers, and turning paragraphs and sentences into a jungle. The book is both visually engaging and confusing as hell. You would think that once you reach the end, things clear up - think again, and again. While I found the book challenging to follow, I can appreciate its unique approach to storytelling. I couldn't get into it, but I also didn't see a reason why I should.
Oh, France...
"...in Pompey’s camp could be seen ingenious hammocks of verdure the tents covered with fresh grass several even like that of Lentullus shaded by ivy so that it was easy to suppose that men who sought pleasures so superfluous gradually we had managed to get settled As April came on the little leaves of the hombeam grew larger the underbrush was speckled at first with bright dots then it became a kind of light mist of transparent green Under the tent we had arranged a litter of tiny interwoven branches which protected us from the damp I didn’t know you could sleep so well with a saddle for pillow its hollow I didn’t yet know that death the sun was setting the shadows of the mountains moved farther and farther the heat had not diminished but the light was not so bright now In their shaded parts the hills were tinged with blue After the evening meal they practiced the trumpet the brassy sounds ringing in the twilight echoing under the great trees until dark the workmen from the quarry had gone a truck half loaded with pink blocks was parked under the loading platform The truck the platform another platform and a little shed nearby were entirely covered with a layer of grayish dust now there are no more pigeons on the square the wet asphalt has dried it is dull gray and no longer reflects the facade of the buildings opposite except in certain places where the accumulated water has not yet completely evaporated near the grille of a tree behind the Métro entrance where the water accumulates in a slight declivity at the base of the wall the façade of the building no longer being lit up by the sun these puddles no longer make bright gilded patches but simply gleam..."
What the heck???
Simon, a key figure in the Nouveau Roman (New Novel) movement, employs a non-linear narrative that shifts between different characters and events. This technique reflects the chaotic and often disjointed nature of memory. The protagonist, who remains unnamed, recalls his experiences during World War II, his relationships, and his reflections on the ancient battle. The novel's rich, descriptive passages evoke a sense of place and time, immersing you in the sensory details of the protagonist's world.
The novel's exploration of memory is deeply personal and introspective. Going deep into the protagonist's psyche, revealing how past events continue to shape his present through conflict and change, both in the historical sense and within the protagonist's own life. Throwing punctuation marks out of the window, using emojis and numbers, and turning paragraphs and sentences into a jungle. The book is both visually engaging and confusing as hell. You would think that once you reach the end, things clear up - think again, and again. While I found the book challenging to follow, I can appreciate its unique approach to storytelling. I couldn't get into it, but I also didn't see a reason why I should.
Oh, France...
"...in Pompey’s camp could be seen ingenious hammocks of verdure the tents covered with fresh grass several even like that of Lentullus shaded by ivy so that it was easy to suppose that men who sought pleasures so superfluous gradually we had managed to get settled As April came on the little leaves of the hombeam grew larger the underbrush was speckled at first with bright dots then it became a kind of light mist of transparent green Under the tent we had arranged a litter of tiny interwoven branches which protected us from the damp I didn’t know you could sleep so well with a saddle for pillow its hollow I didn’t yet know that death the sun was setting the shadows of the mountains moved farther and farther the heat had not diminished but the light was not so bright now In their shaded parts the hills were tinged with blue After the evening meal they practiced the trumpet the brassy sounds ringing in the twilight echoing under the great trees until dark the workmen from the quarry had gone a truck half loaded with pink blocks was parked under the loading platform The truck the platform another platform and a little shed nearby were entirely covered with a layer of grayish dust now there are no more pigeons on the square the wet asphalt has dried it is dull gray and no longer reflects the facade of the buildings opposite except in certain places where the accumulated water has not yet completely evaporated near the grille of a tree behind the Métro entrance where the water accumulates in a slight declivity at the base of the wall the façade of the building no longer being lit up by the sun these puddles no longer make bright gilded patches but simply gleam..."
What the heck???
August 7, 2025
This novel employs Simon’s middle style wherein, possibly caused by his experiences with PTSD late in life from his experiences in the Meuse Offensive, his already loose hold on reality was slipping, of which is something of a fixture of Simon’s works meaning that he utilized himself as a test subject to further dissect and eviscerate the lacerations caused by his existence.
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