synopsis : Jamal Malik, 18 ans, orphelin vivant dans les taudis de Mumbai, est sur le point de remporter la somme colossale de 20 millions de roupies lors de la version indienne de l'émission Qui veut gagner des millions ? Il n'est plus qu'à une question de la victoire lorsque la police l'arrête sur un soupçon de tricherie. Sommé de justifier ses bonnes réponses, Jamal explique d'où lui viennent ses connaissances et raconte sa vie dans la rue, ses histoires de famille et même celle de cette fille dont il est tombé amoureux et qu'il a perdue. Mais comment ce jeune homme est-il parvenu en finale d'une émission de télévision ? La réponse ne fait pas partie du jeu, mais elle est passionnante.
Film: "Slumdog millionaire"
by Sozal
This discussion is in French, the community’s main language.
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Je conseille un excellent film, le dernier danny boyle .
Un visage de l'Inde assez saisissant, sur le rapport a l'argent avec une mise en scene assez dynamique .
synopsis : Jamal Malik, 18 ans, orphelin vivant dans les taudis de Mumbai, est sur le point de remporter la somme colossale de 20 millions de roupies lors de la version indienne de l'émission Qui veut gagner des millions ? Il n'est plus qu'à une question de la victoire lorsque la police l'arrête sur un soupçon de tricherie. Sommé de justifier ses bonnes réponses, Jamal explique d'où lui viennent ses connaissances et raconte sa vie dans la rue, ses histoires de famille et même celle de cette fille dont il est tombé amoureux et qu'il a perdue. Mais comment ce jeune homme est-il parvenu en finale d'une émission de télévision ? La réponse ne fait pas partie du jeu, mais elle est passionnante.
synopsis : Jamal Malik, 18 ans, orphelin vivant dans les taudis de Mumbai, est sur le point de remporter la somme colossale de 20 millions de roupies lors de la version indienne de l'émission Qui veut gagner des millions ? Il n'est plus qu'à une question de la victoire lorsque la police l'arrête sur un soupçon de tricherie. Sommé de justifier ses bonnes réponses, Jamal explique d'où lui viennent ses connaissances et raconte sa vie dans la rue, ses histoires de famille et même celle de cette fille dont il est tombé amoureux et qu'il a perdue. Mais comment ce jeune homme est-il parvenu en finale d'une émission de télévision ? La réponse ne fait pas partie du jeu, mais elle est passionnante.
un excellent roman également
L'auteur est Vikram Swarup, et le titre du livre (à rallonge) : "Les fabuleuses aventures d'un indien malchanceux qui devint millionnaire" (Q&A pour l'original en anglais).
J'attends avec impatience les commentaires de ceux qui auront vu le film !
J'attends avec impatience les commentaires de ceux qui auront vu le film !
Excellent film, j'ai pris une bonne claque pour dire un peu vulgairement .
Malgré une fin un peu " cliché ", boyle montre la dureté de la vie des jeunes des bidonvilles de mumbai ( quelques scenes sont tres dures ), le rapport à l'argent et tous les vices que ca engendre . Le jeu n'est qu'un pretexte pour raconter l'histoire de jamal et de latika .
La BOF est tres reussie, composée par A.R Rhaman, grand compositeur indien
Le ending est un grand moment de cinema, bref je le conseil a tous
Le ending est un grand moment de cinema, bref je le conseil a tous
Un film que je conseille à tous. J'ai passé un excellent moment.
Ma galerie de photos
https://www.flickr.com/photos/31509204@N06/albums
et aussi,
l'oeil de Boyle sur la ville est superbe, les ambiances tres reussies.
Les 2 frères: Bombay et Mumbai...
Tres bon
Je viens de dévorer le film et j'y ai retrouvé le petit Krishna de "Salaam Bombay" .....avec une meilleure fin d'histoire.
Balades autour de la boule : Inde, Bangladesh, Turquie, Népal, ..
Récit Bangladesh
Récit Inde 2001
>Le ending est un grand moment de cinema, bref je le conseil a tousquand elle a pris le téléphone...j'ai explosé en sanglots
Bon je fonds facilement en larme au cinéma...mais je n'avais pas prévu le paquet de mouchoirs dans la main...
Le film est n'est pas fidèle au livre de bout en bout et je trouve que c'est un bon choix Il est magnifique, très bien joué, très bien tourné ...l'atmosphère de la ville, son rythme, la surpopulation, les bidonvilles, la gare...
Par contre je ne sais pas encore si je le conseillerai à tout le monde. Sur VF oui je suis presque sur que les voyageurs seront unanimes.
Le film est n'est pas fidèle au livre de bout en bout et je trouve que c'est un bon choix Il est magnifique, très bien joué, très bien tourné ...l'atmosphère de la ville, son rythme, la surpopulation, les bidonvilles, la gare...
Par contre je ne sais pas encore si je le conseillerai à tout le monde. Sur VF oui je suis presque sur que les voyageurs seront unanimes.
Je l'ai vu aujourd'hui et ai passé un excellent moment de cinéma.
Bien que long (2h), on ne s'ennuie pas une seconde, le montage est malin et surtout, c'est un film qui montre l'inde dans toute sa diversité et ses excès.
J'en reviens. Quel bonheur ce film. Ça fait du bien, malgré de durs passages (la première demi-heure).
Les enfants sont beaux, les acteurs épatants. Le bonheur se lit dans leurs yeux, sur leurs visages.
C'était très très bien, je vais retourner le voir avec des amis…
http://voyageforum.com/v.f?post=2313303&idl=875076&idl2=2043034&idl3=8222710364&
Moi aussi je conseille vivement ! J'avais déjà bcp aimé le livre, et je trouve que l'adaptation est vraiment bien faite. Certains passages sont assez violents et saisissants, mais le film m'a vraiment transportée... Les plans sur la ville sont tres bien faits, les acteurs, en particulier les enfants, jouent super bien... Bref, à voir !!!
Je viens de voir qu'une association indienne regroupant des habitants de bidonville poursuivaient le film en diffamation, considérant que ce film porte atteinte à la dignité des pauvres (le fait notamment que les habitants du bidonville soient qualifiés de slumdog est mis en cause).
Je n'ai pas vu le film, ni lu le livre, mais j'aurais aimé avoir l'avis de ceux qui l'ont vu/lu ou des habitués de l'Inde sur cette question. Comment avez-vous ressenti la façon dont le film/livre présentait la réalité des bidonvilles ? Merci d'avance pour vos réponses.
Je n'ai pas vu le film, ni lu le livre, mais j'aurais aimé avoir l'avis de ceux qui l'ont vu/lu ou des habitués de l'Inde sur cette question. Comment avez-vous ressenti la façon dont le film/livre présentait la réalité des bidonvilles ? Merci d'avance pour vos réponses.
Rien à redire à ta critique très positive !
Et à force de voir des films indiens, je m'attendais presque à voir des scènes chantées et dansées de temps en temps 😉
@bardak, je n'ai jamais été en Inde, donc je ne peux pas te répondre...
Mais en sortant du film je me suis dit qu'en Inde les films ont l'air plutot fais pour s'évader de la réalité, alors qu'en occident les films ont tendance a montré la réalité que les classes aisées ne connaissent pas forcément... Juste une pensée comme ça.. peut-etre n'a-t-elle rien de fondée...
J'allais aussi écrire qqch sur la fin du film, mais je ne voudrais pas pourir le film pour ceux qui ne l'ont pas encore vu...
Et à force de voir des films indiens, je m'attendais presque à voir des scènes chantées et dansées de temps en temps 😉
@bardak, je n'ai jamais été en Inde, donc je ne peux pas te répondre...
Mais en sortant du film je me suis dit qu'en Inde les films ont l'air plutot fais pour s'évader de la réalité, alors qu'en occident les films ont tendance a montré la réalité que les classes aisées ne connaissent pas forcément... Juste une pensée comme ça.. peut-etre n'a-t-elle rien de fondée...
J'allais aussi écrire qqch sur la fin du film, mais je ne voudrais pas pourir le film pour ceux qui ne l'ont pas encore vu...
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"Je viens de voir qu'une association indienne regroupant des habitants de bidonville poursuivaient le film en diffamation"
A mon avis, c'est un moyen de se trouver des sous... Je n'ai jamais été en Inde, mais le film rend hommage aux pauvres, leur donne une dignité.
"Comment avez-vous ressenti la façon dont le film/livre présentait la réalité des bidonvilles ? " Il est impossible de représenter "LA réalité". J'ai beaucoup aimé le film, mais en ce qui concerne ce point là, je suis plus que perplexe. Le film est très "à la mode" tant par les musiques employées que par le montage et l'histoire elle même. Ce qui enlève toute volonté de représenter une réalité au film. Même si on y voit une certaine violence, que tout y est crado, le film est tellement esthétisant que c'est une "réalité" très édulcorée et emballée dans un clip bien ficelé. Le propos du film n'est pas de représenter la réalité d'un bidonville, celui-ci n'étant que la toile de fond, le prétexte à l'histoire et à l'empathie que l'on peut ressentir envers le personnage.
C'est un film très beau mais qui n'a rien à voir avec la réalité et la manière dont il fini en est la preuve. C'est un pur divertissement, n'essayez pas d'y trouver une réflexion existentielle sur les bidonvilles. A voir pour le plaisir donc.
"Comment avez-vous ressenti la façon dont le film/livre présentait la réalité des bidonvilles ? " Il est impossible de représenter "LA réalité". J'ai beaucoup aimé le film, mais en ce qui concerne ce point là, je suis plus que perplexe. Le film est très "à la mode" tant par les musiques employées que par le montage et l'histoire elle même. Ce qui enlève toute volonté de représenter une réalité au film. Même si on y voit une certaine violence, que tout y est crado, le film est tellement esthétisant que c'est une "réalité" très édulcorée et emballée dans un clip bien ficelé. Le propos du film n'est pas de représenter la réalité d'un bidonville, celui-ci n'étant que la toile de fond, le prétexte à l'histoire et à l'empathie que l'on peut ressentir envers le personnage.
C'est un film très beau mais qui n'a rien à voir avec la réalité et la manière dont il fini en est la preuve. C'est un pur divertissement, n'essayez pas d'y trouver une réflexion existentielle sur les bidonvilles. A voir pour le plaisir donc.
Rien à redire à ta critique très positive !
Et à force de voir des films indiens, je m'attendais presque à voir des scènes chantées et dansées de temps en temps 😉
ce n'est pas un film indien... il a été réalisé par un anglais : Danny Boyle
Et à force de voir des films indiens, je m'attendais presque à voir des scènes chantées et dansées de temps en temps 😉
ce n'est pas un film indien... il a été réalisé par un anglais : Danny Boyle
Tout le monde a l'air enchanté d'avoir vu ce film. Je suis une des rares à ne le trouver que divertissant et encore, et comme tu le dis trés justement : rien à voir avec la réalité. La réflexion et les bonnes questions semblent absentes......
"Il ne dépend que de nous de suivre la route qui monte, et d'éviter celle qui descend" (Platon)
Un livre est en soi un voyage, une porte sur le monde....
Bonjour,
Juste quelques questions. Etes vous déjà allez en Inde? Pourquoi dire? Je suis une des rares à ne le trouver que divertissant et encore, et comme tu le dis trés justement : rien à voir avec la réalité.
Pour moi, les films divertissants sont les Bollywood.
"Rien à voir avec la réalité", là c'est sûr ça n'existe pas en Inde d'estropier des personnes pour les mettre sur les trottoirs à mendier. .....
J'ai lu le livre, j'ai vu le film et je ne suis pas déçue Mon mari ne l'avait pas lu, il a trouvé certains passages durs mais c'est comme ça. Mon fils de 12 ans dit "j'ai pas aimé", mais c'est l'horreur et la peur qui le fait réagir comme cela. C'est comme lorsqu'il est en Inde, il aime pas les grandes villes où il voit des choses qui lui font du mal cette misère avec ces gens qui sont malades, difformes etc. C'est ça le choc de l'Inde, il faut savoir digérer certes ce n'est pas facile mais l'Inde ne se résume pas non plus à cela. Et nous y retournerons certainement tous les 3 bientôt.
Je dis bravo à ce film qui a su montrer une autre Inde que celle que l'on connaît au travers des Bollywood dream.
Bonne journée Shanty
Juste quelques questions. Etes vous déjà allez en Inde? Pourquoi dire? Je suis une des rares à ne le trouver que divertissant et encore, et comme tu le dis trés justement : rien à voir avec la réalité.
Pour moi, les films divertissants sont les Bollywood.
"Rien à voir avec la réalité", là c'est sûr ça n'existe pas en Inde d'estropier des personnes pour les mettre sur les trottoirs à mendier. .....
J'ai lu le livre, j'ai vu le film et je ne suis pas déçue Mon mari ne l'avait pas lu, il a trouvé certains passages durs mais c'est comme ça. Mon fils de 12 ans dit "j'ai pas aimé", mais c'est l'horreur et la peur qui le fait réagir comme cela. C'est comme lorsqu'il est en Inde, il aime pas les grandes villes où il voit des choses qui lui font du mal cette misère avec ces gens qui sont malades, difformes etc. C'est ça le choc de l'Inde, il faut savoir digérer certes ce n'est pas facile mais l'Inde ne se résume pas non plus à cela. Et nous y retournerons certainement tous les 3 bientôt.
Je dis bravo à ce film qui a su montrer une autre Inde que celle que l'on connaît au travers des Bollywood dream.
Bonne journée Shanty
Tout le monde a l'air enchanté d'avoir vu ce film
et pas que les spectateurs visiblement, puisque le film vient d'obtenir 8 oscars...
Personnellement, et comme toujours, j'ai préféré le livre, beaucoup plus riche et moins "happy end", mais j'ai tout de même beaucoup aimé ce film ! Oui il est divertissant, et surtout très bien fait, parfaitement rythmé, très bien interprété, la photo est belle...
rien à voir avec la réalité. La réflexion et les bonnes questions semblent absentes......
Quelle réalité ? Ce serait quoi la réflexion et les bonnes questions qui devraient être présentes...
Je lis ton profil et, à moins que je ne me trompe, tu ne connais pas l'Inde...
et pas que les spectateurs visiblement, puisque le film vient d'obtenir 8 oscars...
Personnellement, et comme toujours, j'ai préféré le livre, beaucoup plus riche et moins "happy end", mais j'ai tout de même beaucoup aimé ce film ! Oui il est divertissant, et surtout très bien fait, parfaitement rythmé, très bien interprété, la photo est belle...
rien à voir avec la réalité. La réflexion et les bonnes questions semblent absentes......
Quelle réalité ? Ce serait quoi la réflexion et les bonnes questions qui devraient être présentes...
Je lis ton profil et, à moins que je ne me trompe, tu ne connais pas l'Inde...
Cyrille
Salut,
Y'a eu des tentatives de controverses dans la presse, big B (Amitabh Bachchan) le premier sur son blog, et s'est rétracté plus tard, disant avoir été mal compris.
Finalement ca a été une tempête dans un verre d'eau.
Dans la presse ce matin, les réactions sont assez blasées, bien sur tous le monde est ravi que A.R. Rahman ait raflé l'oscar...
Ce qui aurait vraiment excité les gens ici, c'est d'avoir un pur Bollywood nominé aux oscars, comme Lagan a son époque.
Sinon, la réalité des bidonvilles appartient a ceux qui la vivent, nous ne faisons que la côtoyer. Bye
Sinon, la réalité des bidonvilles appartient a ceux qui la vivent, nous ne faisons que la côtoyer. Bye
Merci à tous pour vos réponses sur cette question.
Je suis finalement allée voir le film et je l'ai trouvé franchement bon. Très bon comédiens, film très rythmé, une image de l'Inde qui donne envie d'en savoir un peu plus (en tout cas pour moi qui n'y ai jamais mis les pieds). On peut toujours critiqué certaines choses, mais dans l'ensemble, je trouve le film parfaitement réussi.
Et en passant, saviez-vous que Anil Kapoor, qui joue le présentateur de l'émission, à reverser l'intégralité de son cachet à l'ONG Plan qui travaille dans l'aide à l'enfance...sans doute que certains y trouveront à redire, mais je trouve que c'est un joli symbole.
je pense à ces jeunes acteurs issus des bidonvilles de bombay, ca doit leur faire une drole d'impression d'etre sur les marches rouges d'hollywood ...
Je sors de la salle à l'instant, non pas parce que le film a été oscarisé mais on avait prévu depuis longtemps...
Évidement je me suis régalé, le film est fort, très fort.
Mais je mettrais quand même un bémol, ma compagne et moi avons eu le même ressenti, ce film ne va t'il pas encore renforcer les clichés... ? Car à part nos deux "héros", il n'y a pas dans le film un indien pour rattraper l'autre : tous pourris.
C'est sûr cela existe mais l'Inde ce n'est pas que ça...
Phil
Voyages du bout de mon pinceau...
Bonjour
Merci pour ton soutien. Je vais me contenter de lire les commentaires des uns et des autres. Je garderai mes opinions et mes réflexions pour moi-même.
Bonne journée et peut-être à une fois.
"Il ne dépend que de nous de suivre la route qui monte, et d'éviter celle qui descend" (Platon)
Un livre est en soi un voyage, une porte sur le monde....
P.S. : perso, j'ai bien aimé le film ... mais de là à lui coller 8 Oscars ...
Je suis d'accord, c'est un peu excessif (ceci dit je n'ai pas encore vu les films concurrents), et pas toujours un gage absolu de qualité, mais les statuettes permettent généralement d'écarter les plus gros navets...
.. et depuis quand ici faudrait-il savoir de quoi on parle avant de prendre la parole ?
C'est vrai, j'ai parfois tendance à oublier les règles de base du forum... 😉
Je suis d'accord, c'est un peu excessif (ceci dit je n'ai pas encore vu les films concurrents), et pas toujours un gage absolu de qualité, mais les statuettes permettent généralement d'écarter les plus gros navets...
.. et depuis quand ici faudrait-il savoir de quoi on parle avant de prendre la parole ?
C'est vrai, j'ai parfois tendance à oublier les règles de base du forum... 😉
Cyrille
... je n'ai fait qu'exprimer mon point de vue, sans volonté de soutenir qui ou quoi que ce soit ... 🙂
... et peut-être les critiques dont tu as fait l'objet auraient-elles pu être évitées si tu avais développé un peu les questions dont tu dis qu'elles n'ont pas été posées par le film ... 😕 ... et dont on aurait peut-être voulu en savoir plus ...
... quoi qu'il en soit, ne pas y répondre (aux critiques) ne facilite pas la communication ni la compréhension mutuelle ...
... et peut-être les critiques dont tu as fait l'objet auraient-elles pu être évitées si tu avais développé un peu les questions dont tu dis qu'elles n'ont pas été posées par le film ... 😕 ... et dont on aurait peut-être voulu en savoir plus ...
... quoi qu'il en soit, ne pas y répondre (aux critiques) ne facilite pas la communication ni la compréhension mutuelle ...
"Je suis d'accord, c'est un peu excessif (ceci dit je n'ai pas encore vu les films concurrents), et pas toujours un gage absolu de qualité, mais les statuettes permettent généralement d'écarter les plus gros navets..."
Oula tu t'engage un peut la quand même ... j'ai le souvenir d'une rasia d'un film sur un bateau qui coule qui était quand même pas terrible ...
Philo
Oula tu t'engage un peut la quand même ... j'ai le souvenir d'une rasia d'un film sur un bateau qui coule qui était quand même pas terrible ...
Philo
"J'ai refait tous les calculs, notre projet est irréalisable, il ne nous reste plus qu'une chose à faire, le réaliser". Latecoere
dyslexique
😄Au moment même où j'écrivais la phrase que tu cites, je me disais "à part le titanic bien sûr"... d'où le "généralement"...
Cyrille
Je commencerais par un dicton bien connu : "Les Goûts et les Couleurs ne se discutent pas."
Alors...Pour ma part je suis sacrément content des 8 oscars de Slumdog Millionnaire. Une vrai Razzia !!! c'est vrai que ca fait un peu trop, mais pour moi l'émotion que j'ai vécue pendant ce film vaut ces 8 oscars. J'en avais presque les larmes aux yeux, car j'ai revécu la contradiction que je ressentais devant tous les enfants que j'ai croisés en Inde, de delhi à Jaipur en passant par Ahmedabad, et Bombay à travers mon voyage de 7 semaines là bas. Je vais même le voir ce week-end une 2ème fois. J'ai achété l'album musical du film et le DVD à sa sortie sera sûrement dans ma DVDthèque. Et tout cas cela est exceptionnel me concernant. Et c'est totalement subjectif ! lol
Quel Beau film tout de même !
Alors...Pour ma part je suis sacrément content des 8 oscars de Slumdog Millionnaire. Une vrai Razzia !!! c'est vrai que ca fait un peu trop, mais pour moi l'émotion que j'ai vécue pendant ce film vaut ces 8 oscars. J'en avais presque les larmes aux yeux, car j'ai revécu la contradiction que je ressentais devant tous les enfants que j'ai croisés en Inde, de delhi à Jaipur en passant par Ahmedabad, et Bombay à travers mon voyage de 7 semaines là bas. Je vais même le voir ce week-end une 2ème fois. J'ai achété l'album musical du film et le DVD à sa sortie sera sûrement dans ma DVDthèque. Et tout cas cela est exceptionnel me concernant. Et c'est totalement subjectif ! lol
Quel Beau film tout de même !
"Le patient perd son sang froid en Inde et l'impatient l'y retrouve."
Je vais me contenter de lire les commentaires des uns et des autres. Je garderai mes opinions et mes réflexions pour moi-même.
C'est dommage de s'inscrire sur un forum pour écrire cela. Plusieurs personnes t'ont posé la question de savoir si tu connais l'Inde. En effet, ce qui est frappant quand on lit les différents posts, c'est que les personnes qui sont allés en Inde ont toutes aimé le film (à des degrés divers) tandis que les seuls commentaires négatifs proviennent de personnes ne connaissant pas le pays.
A ton avis, pourquoi parle-t-on souvent du choc qui frappe les voyageurs quand il débarquent pour la première fois en Inde ? Il y a de nombreuses discussions sur le sujet dans VF, parfois très intéressantes. Ce pays est fascinant, il a d'innombrables facettes, dont celles qu'on voit dans le film et qui peuvent choquer des spectateurs comme toi.
Je prends l'exemple de la séquence des toilettes qui horrifie beaucoup de gens se disant qu'il est terrible de faire ses besoins dans des conditions pareilles. Moi, je me suis dit qu'au moins ils avaient des toilettes dans ce bidonville, car j'ai vu des brochettes de gens faire leurs besoins le long des rails de chemin de fer, alors que des trains bondés circulaient. Ben oui, ils n'allaient pas faire ça dans leur bidonville sans toilettes, alors ils allaient un peu plus loin sur un terrain qui ne serait jamais occupé par l'homme.
J'espère que tu comprends mieux pourquoi on t'a posée plusieurs fois la même question.
C'est dommage de s'inscrire sur un forum pour écrire cela. Plusieurs personnes t'ont posé la question de savoir si tu connais l'Inde. En effet, ce qui est frappant quand on lit les différents posts, c'est que les personnes qui sont allés en Inde ont toutes aimé le film (à des degrés divers) tandis que les seuls commentaires négatifs proviennent de personnes ne connaissant pas le pays.
A ton avis, pourquoi parle-t-on souvent du choc qui frappe les voyageurs quand il débarquent pour la première fois en Inde ? Il y a de nombreuses discussions sur le sujet dans VF, parfois très intéressantes. Ce pays est fascinant, il a d'innombrables facettes, dont celles qu'on voit dans le film et qui peuvent choquer des spectateurs comme toi.
Je prends l'exemple de la séquence des toilettes qui horrifie beaucoup de gens se disant qu'il est terrible de faire ses besoins dans des conditions pareilles. Moi, je me suis dit qu'au moins ils avaient des toilettes dans ce bidonville, car j'ai vu des brochettes de gens faire leurs besoins le long des rails de chemin de fer, alors que des trains bondés circulaient. Ben oui, ils n'allaient pas faire ça dans leur bidonville sans toilettes, alors ils allaient un peu plus loin sur un terrain qui ne serait jamais occupé par l'homme.
J'espère que tu comprends mieux pourquoi on t'a posée plusieurs fois la même question.
Bonjour à tous!
J'ai adoré ce film!! A la fin, j'ai pleuré pendant plusieurs minutes, car tout ce que j'ai vécu en Inde est remonté d'un coup, j'avais un grand sourire, je ressentais de nouveau ce que j'avais ressenti plusieurs mois auparavant! J'admets que je suis très sensible, mais ce film m'a rappelé tant de souvenirs! Et je suis contente que la personne avec laquelle je vais retourner en Inde cet été, ait découvert différents aspects de l'Inde à travers ce film... Bien que cela ne soit qu'une infime partie 😉 Le réel est tout autre, mais quand même!!!
Vous l'aurez compris, j'ai adoré 🙂
Bonne journée à vous!
J'ai adoré ce film!! A la fin, j'ai pleuré pendant plusieurs minutes, car tout ce que j'ai vécu en Inde est remonté d'un coup, j'avais un grand sourire, je ressentais de nouveau ce que j'avais ressenti plusieurs mois auparavant! J'admets que je suis très sensible, mais ce film m'a rappelé tant de souvenirs! Et je suis contente que la personne avec laquelle je vais retourner en Inde cet été, ait découvert différents aspects de l'Inde à travers ce film... Bien que cela ne soit qu'une infime partie 😉 Le réel est tout autre, mais quand même!!!
Vous l'aurez compris, j'ai adoré 🙂
Bonne journée à vous!
Bonjour à tous!
J'ai adoré ce film!! A la fin, j'ai pleuré pendant plusieurs minutes, car tout ce que j'ai vécu en Inde est remonté d'un coup, j'avais un grand sourire, je ressentais de nouveau ce que j'avais ressenti plusieurs mois auparavant! J'admets que je suis très sensible, mais ce film m'a rappelé tant de souvenirs! Et je suis contente que la personne avec laquelle je vais retourner en Inde cet été, ait découvert différents aspects de l'Inde à travers ce film... Bien que cela ne soit qu'une infime partie 😉 Le réel est tout autre, mais quand même!!!
Vous l'aurez compris, j'ai adoré 🙂
Bonne journée à vous!
C'est exactement les mots que je recherchais. Je me suis tellement retenu en émotions en Inde que pendant le film je me suis pris un missile Scud 😊 ...je me suis enfin laché émotionnellement.
J'ai adoré ce film!! A la fin, j'ai pleuré pendant plusieurs minutes, car tout ce que j'ai vécu en Inde est remonté d'un coup, j'avais un grand sourire, je ressentais de nouveau ce que j'avais ressenti plusieurs mois auparavant! J'admets que je suis très sensible, mais ce film m'a rappelé tant de souvenirs! Et je suis contente que la personne avec laquelle je vais retourner en Inde cet été, ait découvert différents aspects de l'Inde à travers ce film... Bien que cela ne soit qu'une infime partie 😉 Le réel est tout autre, mais quand même!!!
Vous l'aurez compris, j'ai adoré 🙂
Bonne journée à vous!
C'est exactement les mots que je recherchais. Je me suis tellement retenu en émotions en Inde que pendant le film je me suis pris un missile Scud 😊 ...je me suis enfin laché émotionnellement.
"Le patient perd son sang froid en Inde et l'impatient l'y retrouve."
Ca fait plaisir de voir que je n'ai pas été la seule à vivre ce film avec tant d'émotions!!😛
Bonjour,
Petite intervention tardive, je viens seulement de voir le film. Je souhaitais intervenir car contrairement à la majorité j'ai plutôt été déçu par le film. Certes on ne s'ennuie pas, il y a de belles images qui effectivement m'ont rappelés le choc ressenti lors de mon court voyage en Inde il y a 1 an environ (pas encore remis). J'ai par contre été déçu par rapport au roman que j'avais adoré :
* Les scènes du livre les plus marquantes (et forcément pas simple à présenter) ont été supprimées (chapitre de pédophilie avec le prêtre et chapitre de (presque)'inceste que j'ai trouvé très fort
* Le jeu qui veut gagner des millions n'est qu'un support pour l'histoire, les scènes finales du film façon Appolo XIII m'ont semblées ridicules
* Surtout le roman parvient à décrire des scènes terribles avec beaucoup d'humour, cet humour a disparu du film
* En lisant le roman j'ai eu l'impression que le sujet était plus le destin et qu'il aurait pu se dérouler dans un autre pays, le film présente une histoire en Inde ...
En résumé, le film n'est pas mauvais mais tout ce qui faisait le roman exceptionnel a disparu. Reste tout de même l'image de l'Inde présentée sans compromis ce qui change des images d'Epinal habituelles. Tout ceci n'est bien sur que mon humble avis, disons seulement que j'encourage ceux qui n'ont pas lu le livre à se le procurer au plus vite !
Florent
En résumé, le film n'est pas mauvais mais tout ce qui faisait le roman exceptionnel a disparu. Reste tout de même l'image de l'Inde présentée sans compromis ce qui change des images d'Epinal habituelles. Tout ceci n'est bien sur que mon humble avis, disons seulement que j'encourage ceux qui n'ont pas lu le livre à se le procurer au plus vite !
Florent
comme pas mal de films, ce n'est qu'une adaptation ... de toute façon je suis souvent déçu quand je lis un bouquin avant de voir le film, tout comme les remake
Je me joindrai à toi florent21, contrairement à de nombreuses personnes sur le forum et même ailleurs, je n'ai pas aimé le film.
Je ne parlerai pas de déception, car je savais à quoi m'attendre et je savais ce que j'allais en penser. Je l'ai donc vu pour le première fois il y'a deux jours seulement.
Comme toi florent je suis allée en Inde l'année dernière, et cette culture m'a tellement marquée que je ne m'en suis toujours pas remise. J'y suis restée 4 mois et y ai donc vécu des expériences fort différentes. Pour commencer, certaines trames du film (comme l'abus d'enfants des rues etc..) sont des choses qui ont bel et bien lieu là bas (Delhi, Mumbai, ..), mais je les trouve mal retranscrites. L'Inde sert de pur accessoire au film, et le réalisateur a malheureusement choisi d'en montrer les aspects "négatifs" (la plupart des personnages rencontrés ayant de mauvaises attention, etc.. alors que les indiens sont tellement gentils et connaisse le sens du mot entraide et communauté) - Le scénario est egalement assez répétitif "question - flashback - commissariat", et idéaliste (bien sûr c'est une fiction, mais c'est pas bien suptil, et je citerai la remarque d'un ami indien qui dit que ca l'étonnerai qu'on ensigne Dumas dans les écoles.)
Ce qui sauve le film c'est une cinématographie achevée (clin d'oeil aux films bollywood, avec des plans penchés etc..), ainsi que des belles ambiances et bon jeu d'acteurs (ceux-ci jouant leur propre rôle dans le film quelque part?)
Cependant je reste choquée des questions et remarques faites sur d'autres forums (imdb par ex.) de gens ne connaissant pas le terme Bollywood (ce n'est jamais que la plus grosse industrie cinématographique au monde, dépassant largement Hollywood) ou ne comprenant pas la danse finale au moment des titres. Mais je ne pense pas que ce soit le cas des gens ici ;)
Voilà, je trouve dommage que le seul film aux airs bollywoodien atterissant sur nos écrans soit en fait un film réalisé par un anglais, avec un regard purement occidental sur la culture indienne et le cinéma bollywoodien. Le pire c'est que ce film fait sa route aux Oscars, quand on autoriserait même pas un réalisateur indien renommé à participer à la cérémonie. En gros, si ce film reste un bon "entertainement" avec une belle cinématographie, il n'apporte en rien un genre nouvau sur nos écrans, si ce n'est une pâle copie occidentale du cinéma bollywoodien, trompant les gens sur une magnifique culture indienne, qui ne resplendit malheureusement pas dans le film.
Pour ceux que ça interesse, voici qq films qui pourront vous plaire: Kal ho naa ho, Jaane tu ya jaane na (bollywood moderne, musiques du même compositeur), Kuch Kuch Hota hai, Mohabattein, .. Les films avec Rani Mukherjee (ou même Sharukh khan - un vrai dieu là bas). Le cinéma d'Inde du Sud (Tamil Nadu) s'appelle du Kollywood (studios de Chennai)
Pour un cinéma indien d'un autre genre, les films de Deepa Mehta : Water (une histoire entre deux femmes..), Fire, ..
Pour ceux désirant un pe ude lecture, changeant du Slumdog millionaire: Shantaram de Gregory David Roberts, qui vous en apprendra définitivement beaucoup sur la vie des slums de Bombay. et qui contradira par de nombreux faits ce que des journeaux loufoques peuvent raconter sur la répercussion "positive" du film sur les slums..
Voilà, je ne suis pas spécialiste, mais je tient à défendre d'un autre regard cette culture et ce pays que j'apprécie temps, ainsi que le vrai cinéma bollywoodien, ou films indépendents indiens (sans chants et danses) qui sont plus suscpetible de plaire au public occidental.🙂
Comme toi florent je suis allée en Inde l'année dernière, et cette culture m'a tellement marquée que je ne m'en suis toujours pas remise. J'y suis restée 4 mois et y ai donc vécu des expériences fort différentes. Pour commencer, certaines trames du film (comme l'abus d'enfants des rues etc..) sont des choses qui ont bel et bien lieu là bas (Delhi, Mumbai, ..), mais je les trouve mal retranscrites. L'Inde sert de pur accessoire au film, et le réalisateur a malheureusement choisi d'en montrer les aspects "négatifs" (la plupart des personnages rencontrés ayant de mauvaises attention, etc.. alors que les indiens sont tellement gentils et connaisse le sens du mot entraide et communauté) - Le scénario est egalement assez répétitif "question - flashback - commissariat", et idéaliste (bien sûr c'est une fiction, mais c'est pas bien suptil, et je citerai la remarque d'un ami indien qui dit que ca l'étonnerai qu'on ensigne Dumas dans les écoles.)
Ce qui sauve le film c'est une cinématographie achevée (clin d'oeil aux films bollywood, avec des plans penchés etc..), ainsi que des belles ambiances et bon jeu d'acteurs (ceux-ci jouant leur propre rôle dans le film quelque part?)
Cependant je reste choquée des questions et remarques faites sur d'autres forums (imdb par ex.) de gens ne connaissant pas le terme Bollywood (ce n'est jamais que la plus grosse industrie cinématographique au monde, dépassant largement Hollywood) ou ne comprenant pas la danse finale au moment des titres. Mais je ne pense pas que ce soit le cas des gens ici ;)
Voilà, je trouve dommage que le seul film aux airs bollywoodien atterissant sur nos écrans soit en fait un film réalisé par un anglais, avec un regard purement occidental sur la culture indienne et le cinéma bollywoodien. Le pire c'est que ce film fait sa route aux Oscars, quand on autoriserait même pas un réalisateur indien renommé à participer à la cérémonie. En gros, si ce film reste un bon "entertainement" avec une belle cinématographie, il n'apporte en rien un genre nouvau sur nos écrans, si ce n'est une pâle copie occidentale du cinéma bollywoodien, trompant les gens sur une magnifique culture indienne, qui ne resplendit malheureusement pas dans le film.
Pour ceux que ça interesse, voici qq films qui pourront vous plaire: Kal ho naa ho, Jaane tu ya jaane na (bollywood moderne, musiques du même compositeur), Kuch Kuch Hota hai, Mohabattein, .. Les films avec Rani Mukherjee (ou même Sharukh khan - un vrai dieu là bas). Le cinéma d'Inde du Sud (Tamil Nadu) s'appelle du Kollywood (studios de Chennai)
Pour un cinéma indien d'un autre genre, les films de Deepa Mehta : Water (une histoire entre deux femmes..), Fire, ..
Pour ceux désirant un pe ude lecture, changeant du Slumdog millionaire: Shantaram de Gregory David Roberts, qui vous en apprendra définitivement beaucoup sur la vie des slums de Bombay. et qui contradira par de nombreux faits ce que des journeaux loufoques peuvent raconter sur la répercussion "positive" du film sur les slums..
Voilà, je ne suis pas spécialiste, mais je tient à défendre d'un autre regard cette culture et ce pays que j'apprécie temps, ainsi que le vrai cinéma bollywoodien, ou films indépendents indiens (sans chants et danses) qui sont plus suscpetible de plaire au public occidental.🙂
bonjour,
ici sur l'île, on a vu Slumdog millionnaire avec plus de 2 mois de retard par rapport à sa sortie "continentale". Et encore, ce film est passé grâce à la bonne idée d'une association locale de cinéphiles qui organise un festival par semestre !! ... 2 projections seulement, une salle comble, pleine d'ambiance, et dehors, plein de spectateurs qui n'ont pas pu rentrer ....
Pour ma part un film assez fabuleux, même si certains l'ont perçu comme une daube à la bande originale digne d'une musique de supermarché ... j'ai retrouvé l'Inde que j'avais découverte en 2003, voilente, cruelle et magique à la fois.
Bravo Danny Boyle, qui a eu le mérite de faire éclater des tabous qui sans doute (mais je peux me tromper) n'apparaissent pas dans le cinéma 100% made in India : le traffic d'enfants, les maltraitances qui leurs sont faites ....
un bon moment.
C.
Claire2A
"en Inde, beaucoup de gens se perdent ... c'est un pays qui est fait exprès pour cela " Nocturne Indien, Antonio TABUCCHI
"en Inde, beaucoup de gens se perdent ... c'est un pays qui est fait exprès pour cela " Nocturne Indien, Antonio TABUCCHI
Je n’ai vu le film que très récemment et alors que tous mes amis m’avaient dit « c’est GENIAL », c’est le CHEF d’OUVRE de l’année etc… En même temps l’Académie des oscars leur a donné raison !
J’ai beaucoup aimé le film car on y retrouve l’inde des bidonvilles et que la réalisation est très soignée. Ceci dit le film que j’ai le plus aimé récemment avec l’Inde en toile de fond c’est « The darjeeling limited » de Wes Anderson: chef d’œuvre !!!
Je me permets d’ajouter dans ce post parce que j’ai retrouvé un article paru dans l’édition du journal « le monde » du 31 janvier 2009 (par Sylvie Kauffmann) qui m’avait fortement interpelé :
« En Inde, tout finit souvent par un procès, et les plus grands succès hollywoodiens ne sauraient faire exception à la règle, au contraire. C'est ainsi que Christian Colson, producteur du film Slumdog Millionaire, Danny Boyle, son réalisateur, et la société de distribution Warner Bros viennent d'être informés par un tribunal de Bombay qu'ils font l'objet d'une enquête judiciaire pour avoir "heurté les sentiments des habitants des bidonvilles". La plainte a été déposée par un travailleur social, Nicholas Almeida, qui les accuse de "fomenter, au sein de l'establishment capitaliste, la haine contre les pauvres des taudis".
Nicholas Almeida n'est pas seul dans sa croisade. Tapeshwar Vishwakarma, secrétaire général du comité d'action des habitants des bidonvilles, a choisi, lui, d'attaquer en diffamation deux compatriotes, deux grands noms de Bollywood, A. R. Rahman, compositeur de la bande-son du film, également connu sous le nom de "Mozart de Madras", et l'acteur Anil Kapoor, qui y tient l'un des principaux rôles, pour avoir appelé les Indiens des "chiens" et les habitants des taudis des "chiens de bidonville". Sans attendre l'issue de ces poursuites, les "chiens" ont commencé à manifester devant certains cinémas et à brûler des effigies de Danny Boyle.
Slumdog Millionaire, sorti en France le 14 janvier, raconte l'épopée d'un gamin des taudis de Bombay qui, contre toute attente, triomphe dans l'émission "Qui veut gagner des millions ?". Paré de quatre Golden Globes et de dix nominations aux Oscars, considéré par le Wall Street Journal comme le "premier chef-d'oeuvre mondialisé du monde cinématographique", le film n'a été présenté sur les écrans indiens que le 22 janvier, mais la polémique a vite dépassé le combat des "chiens". Dans ce pays où le cinéma est roi, il n'est guère un critique qui n'ait donné son avis, un aficionado qui n'alimente le débat sur Internet, un acteur qui parvienne à se tenir à l'écart. Un film britannique glorifiant la misère des taudis de Bombay porté aux nues ? Pour certains, le choc est rude.
Certes, le Gandhi de Richard Attenborough avait aussi enflammé Hollywood, qui lui attribua huit Oscars. Mais c'était une coproduction anglo-indienne, et, surtout, l'Inde de 2009 n'est pas celle de 1982. Même touchée par la crise financière mondiale, l'Inde du XXIe siècle a la croissance ambitieuse, une classe moyenne dynamique et un peloton de milliardaires de choc. Le héros bollywoodien est généralement beau, branché, riche ou en passe de le devenir. Et voilà Danny Boyle accusé de donner dans le "poverty porn", le "porno de la pauvreté". Le critique de cinéma Gautaman Bhaskaran déplore cette oeuvre "qui rabaisse l'Inde pour flatter l'autosatisfaction du monde blanc". "Ce film, c'est l'Inde vue par les Blancs, commente un internaute sur son site. Le problème, c'est que si le film gagne un Oscars, aux yeux du monde cette Inde des Blancs devient l'Inde, la vraie." Le grand acteur Amitabh Bachchan laisse écrire sur son blog que le film "provoque dégoût et douleur chez les nationalistes et les patriotes". Le magazine Outlook India reproche à Danny Boyle "son obsession de la merde" - déjà observée dans un autre de ses films, Trainspotting - à propos d'une scène où l'enfant plonge dans les excréments pour aller arracher un autographe de son idole, Amitabh Bachchan, précisément : "La tendance du jour, c'est de montrer le bas-ventre de l'Inde, l'Inde qui ne brille pas."
D'ailleurs, comment expliquer autrement qu'une industrie aussi prolifique que Bollywood ne décroche jamais un Oscar ? Autrement dit, le même film réalisé par un Indien aurait-il eu autant de succès en Occident ? D'autres critiques se placent plus sagement sur le terrain esthétique. Slumdog Millionaire, ce n'est ni Los Olvidados, de Buñuel, ni Cidade de Deus, le film brésilien sur la violence des favelas, disent-ils. "Un film correct, pas un grand film", auquel le public indien fait pour l'instant un accueil prudent.
Intellectuel de Bombay, homme de théâtre, acteur de cinéma à ses heures, Gerson da Cunha est profondément agacé par ce débat. "Nous tolérons nos bidonvilles, nous les laissons proliférer, et il ne faudrait pas les montrer ? C'est ridicule ! Mais la réalité est cent fois pire que le film de Boyle !" S'il a un reproche à faire à Slumdog Millionaire, c'est, au contraire, de ne pas dévoiler les ressorts politiques des bidonvilles, "ce cancer" entretenu par les politiciens, qui y monnayent les voix. Quant au discours sur l'ingratitude de l'Occident à l'égard de "nos grands cinéastes indiens", il le laisse froid : c'est vrai, à Cannes, Venise, Berlin, il n'y a pas de films indiens, mais ce n'est pas la faute des organisateurs. "Il semble que nous manquions de talent et d'expertise", dit-il pudiquement. La vérité, accuse-t-il après un silence, c'est que "le nationalisme et la montée de la droite hindoue sont très préoccupants". Alors, que les spectateurs préfèrent les rêves dorés de Bollywood, ça peut se comprendre.
Post-scriptum.
Au nom de la liberté artistique, un tribunal de New Delhi vient de rejeter l'interdiction de fumer à l'écran décrétée par le gouvernement en 2005. "Un film doit refléter les réalités de la vie, et le tabac est une réalité de la vie", a déclaré le juge. En Indonésie, la question ne se pose plus : le Conseil des oulémas, autorité religieuse musulmane, a interdit aux femmes enceintes et aux enfants de fumer, ainsi qu'aux hommes dans les lieux publics. »
Si l'on ne meurt qu'une fois...alors vivons à l'infini!
Excellent film, j'ai pris une bonne claque pour dire un peu vulgairement .
Malgré une fin un peu " cliché ", boyle montre la dureté de la vie des jeunes des bidonvilles de mumbai ( quelques scenes sont tres dures ), le rapport à l'argent et tous les vices que ca engendre . Le jeu n'est qu'un pretexte pour raconter l'histoire de jamal et de latika .
La BOF est tres reussie, composée par A.R Rhaman, grand compositeur indien
Le ending est un grand moment de cinema, bref je le conseil a tous
J’abonde ! Une des rare fois ou j’ai regardé le générique en entier pour rester sous le charme J’ai adoré la réponse au policier: « Quand on me pose une question, je réponds » Le baiser de fin n’aurait pu exister en Thaïlande.... Le genre de film que l’on archive pour se le repasser de temps a autres a la saison des pluies
J’abonde ! Une des rare fois ou j’ai regardé le générique en entier pour rester sous le charme J’ai adoré la réponse au policier: « Quand on me pose une question, je réponds » Le baiser de fin n’aurait pu exister en Thaïlande.... Le genre de film que l’on archive pour se le repasser de temps a autres a la saison des pluies
Pour ma part, je l'ai vue en étant toujours en Inde.
Ma réaction n'est pas aussi noire que la tienne mais j'ai un peu plus de retenus que les amis indiens qui l'ont vu et ont absolument adoré !
Pour ma part, je pense qu'il y a des choses très enjolivés, et des scènes très caricaturales et stéréotypées... L'Inde, ça n'est pas QUE cela, c'est un tout ! Je n'ai jamais ressentie la guerre entre musulmans et hindous, il y a au contraire un très profond respect de la religion de l'autre autour de moi...
J'ai néanmoins beaucoup aimé ce film, sa bande son (qui fait bien entendu un tabac ici à Chennai, étant donné que le compositeur vient d'ici...) et la façon dont le film est tourné. Mais je n'ai pas complétement retrouvé le pays dans lequel je vis...
Ma réaction n'est pas aussi noire que la tienne mais j'ai un peu plus de retenus que les amis indiens qui l'ont vu et ont absolument adoré !
Pour ma part, je pense qu'il y a des choses très enjolivés, et des scènes très caricaturales et stéréotypées... L'Inde, ça n'est pas QUE cela, c'est un tout ! Je n'ai jamais ressentie la guerre entre musulmans et hindous, il y a au contraire un très profond respect de la religion de l'autre autour de moi...
J'ai néanmoins beaucoup aimé ce film, sa bande son (qui fait bien entendu un tabac ici à Chennai, étant donné que le compositeur vient d'ici...) et la façon dont le film est tourné. Mais je n'ai pas complétement retrouvé le pays dans lequel je vis...
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Comme toi lyra j'ai été très impressionée par le respect de chacun pour la religion de l'autre (chrétiens, musulmans et hindous se confondent..)
Ca ne m'étonne pas de Chennai d'apprécier A.R Rahman ;)..
Comme tu le dit, tout est stéréotypé, idéalisé, poussé un peu à l'extreme.. (comme dans beaucoup de films), et ce qui me gène c'est les spectateurs pensant un vrai regard sur l'inde grâce au film, c'est les touristes ignorants qui visitent les slums de mumbai pour voir "les lieux de tournages" (et qui j'espère rentreront avec un autre regard), le terme slumdog est moyen aussi.. La bande son est superbe, mais comme tu le dis, l'Inde c'est tellement plus.. J'y retourne cet été, je suis curieuse d'entendre le feedback des gens..
Comme tu le dit, tout est stéréotypé, idéalisé, poussé un peu à l'extreme.. (comme dans beaucoup de films), et ce qui me gène c'est les spectateurs pensant un vrai regard sur l'inde grâce au film, c'est les touristes ignorants qui visitent les slums de mumbai pour voir "les lieux de tournages" (et qui j'espère rentreront avec un autre regard), le terme slumdog est moyen aussi.. La bande son est superbe, mais comme tu le dis, l'Inde c'est tellement plus.. J'y retourne cet été, je suis curieuse d'entendre le feedback des gens..
malheureusement, l'Inde n'est pas aussi tolérante, et particulièrement l'hindouisme, envers les différentes religions, l'année dernière encore des chrétiens ont été massacrés et les musulmans ont fait aussi l'objet de massacres... donc une tolérance certes, mais régulièrement sous tension !!!!🤪
Aie Aie Aie, je sens que je vais encore me faire des amis.
Désolé de ne pas hurler avec la meute mais je n'ai pas aimé "Slumdog millionnaire"
1) je suis déja allé plusieurs fois en Inde 2) j'avais lu le livre de Vikas Swarup "Les Fabuleuses Aventures d'un Indien malchanceux qui devint milliardaire", titre en anglais "Q & A" (Questions and Answers). 3) j'avais bien aimé Transpotting (Lust for life - Iggy Pop) et The beach (Yeke Yeke - Mory Kante). Tiens quel est le titre de la chanson phare de Slumdog millionnaire ?
J'ai vu le film la veille de mon départ en Chine d'où je n'arrivais pas techniquement à répondre à tous les coups d'encensoir formulés sous le laconique : Film: "Slumdog millionaire" (le mot "film" étant superflu) et ce n'était pas l'envie qui me manquait.
Fort heureusement - pour moi qui cherchais les mots pour étayer mes arguments - en arrivant à Hong Kong je suis tombé sur la critique du film dans le "HK Magazine" et son auteur Pavan Shamdasani était tout à fait en accord avec ce que j'en pensais.
On peut résumer - pour ceux qui sont pressés - sa critique en 1 mot : "Fuck off"
Et pour ceux qui le sont moins en 2 ligne : "The idea that escape from crushing poverty comes not from education, world aid or even socialism, but from a damn game show ? That is absolutely absurd. And as a moral to a feel-good "uplifting" fairy tale is unforgivable."
Et puis pour ceux qui veulent lire l'entièreté de sa critique c'est un peu plus long mais c'est un bon exercice pour la pratique de l'anglais.
Two words if you’re planning on seeing “Slumdog Millionaire” after its Oscar win. The first is DON’T. So is the second. “Slumdog” is the classic award-winner: the fairytale, the heart-warmer. The story of an orphaned child who, through sheer will and determination, pulls his shit-stained socks up to not only save himself from an inevitable life of crime through the improbable act of defeating an unbeatable TV game show, but to do it all and get the gorgeous love-at-first-sight girl while he’s at it. Cultural obliviousness be damned, this is the kind of movie that encourages audiences to congratulate themselves because, for a couple of hours at least, they can sympathize with these strange brown people in the cozy confines of a cinema full of like-minded folk. Fuck off. A British-based Indian writes a novel. A British screenwriter adapts it for a British director with a largely British-raised cast. Oh, the horrors of our poverty-stricken country, the tragedy of white man’s burden! Why, oh why did we ever let you fine holy-milk-colored filmmakers depart from our sullied lands? Only a true colonialist can show us the way—through a movie. If—and this is a really big “if”—you can ignore the fact that “Slumdog” is full of patronizing, racist schmaltz that exploits its “poverty porn” setting to tell a fable where love conquers all, then at least try not to ignore its underlying pro-capitalist message—a notion that in these days is questionable at best. The idea that escape from crushing poverty comes not from education, world aid or even socialism, but from a damn game show? That is absolutely absurd. And as a moral to a feel-good “uplifting” fairy tale (as every critic likes to call “Slumdog”) is unforgivable. This film suffers from all of the classic sins of exploitation: it reduces a complex and troubled society into a bunch of evil “slumdogs”, and they use sugarcoated pop-cinematography and even an M.I.A. soundtrack (you know, because she’s brown) to make it palatable—“magical” even—to westerners. So this is what the world will now see as “India.”
Que dire de plus. Peut être d'aller (re)voir "Salaam Bombay" de Mira Nair (musique de L. Subramaniam svp).
Désolé de ne pas hurler avec la meute mais je n'ai pas aimé "Slumdog millionnaire"
1) je suis déja allé plusieurs fois en Inde 2) j'avais lu le livre de Vikas Swarup "Les Fabuleuses Aventures d'un Indien malchanceux qui devint milliardaire", titre en anglais "Q & A" (Questions and Answers). 3) j'avais bien aimé Transpotting (Lust for life - Iggy Pop) et The beach (Yeke Yeke - Mory Kante). Tiens quel est le titre de la chanson phare de Slumdog millionnaire ?
J'ai vu le film la veille de mon départ en Chine d'où je n'arrivais pas techniquement à répondre à tous les coups d'encensoir formulés sous le laconique : Film: "Slumdog millionaire" (le mot "film" étant superflu) et ce n'était pas l'envie qui me manquait.
Fort heureusement - pour moi qui cherchais les mots pour étayer mes arguments - en arrivant à Hong Kong je suis tombé sur la critique du film dans le "HK Magazine" et son auteur Pavan Shamdasani était tout à fait en accord avec ce que j'en pensais.
On peut résumer - pour ceux qui sont pressés - sa critique en 1 mot : "Fuck off"
Et pour ceux qui le sont moins en 2 ligne : "The idea that escape from crushing poverty comes not from education, world aid or even socialism, but from a damn game show ? That is absolutely absurd. And as a moral to a feel-good "uplifting" fairy tale is unforgivable."
Et puis pour ceux qui veulent lire l'entièreté de sa critique c'est un peu plus long mais c'est un bon exercice pour la pratique de l'anglais.
Two words if you’re planning on seeing “Slumdog Millionaire” after its Oscar win. The first is DON’T. So is the second. “Slumdog” is the classic award-winner: the fairytale, the heart-warmer. The story of an orphaned child who, through sheer will and determination, pulls his shit-stained socks up to not only save himself from an inevitable life of crime through the improbable act of defeating an unbeatable TV game show, but to do it all and get the gorgeous love-at-first-sight girl while he’s at it. Cultural obliviousness be damned, this is the kind of movie that encourages audiences to congratulate themselves because, for a couple of hours at least, they can sympathize with these strange brown people in the cozy confines of a cinema full of like-minded folk. Fuck off. A British-based Indian writes a novel. A British screenwriter adapts it for a British director with a largely British-raised cast. Oh, the horrors of our poverty-stricken country, the tragedy of white man’s burden! Why, oh why did we ever let you fine holy-milk-colored filmmakers depart from our sullied lands? Only a true colonialist can show us the way—through a movie. If—and this is a really big “if”—you can ignore the fact that “Slumdog” is full of patronizing, racist schmaltz that exploits its “poverty porn” setting to tell a fable where love conquers all, then at least try not to ignore its underlying pro-capitalist message—a notion that in these days is questionable at best. The idea that escape from crushing poverty comes not from education, world aid or even socialism, but from a damn game show? That is absolutely absurd. And as a moral to a feel-good “uplifting” fairy tale (as every critic likes to call “Slumdog”) is unforgivable. This film suffers from all of the classic sins of exploitation: it reduces a complex and troubled society into a bunch of evil “slumdogs”, and they use sugarcoated pop-cinematography and even an M.I.A. soundtrack (you know, because she’s brown) to make it palatable—“magical” even—to westerners. So this is what the world will now see as “India.”
Que dire de plus. Peut être d'aller (re)voir "Salaam Bombay" de Mira Nair (musique de L. Subramaniam svp).
"Nous ne sommes plus une communauté d'être humains qui se parlent mais un conglomérat de grappes de consommateurs en niches, séparés les uns des autres par des obsessions diverses et innombrables. Nous sommes de l'ère de la désintégration." Marc Moulin (1942-2008) in Humoeurs
Tiens quel est le titre de la chanson phare de Slumdog millionnaire ?
paper planes, de MIA. Voir ici ...
paper planes, de MIA. Voir ici ...
Cyrille
la chanson phare, il me semble que c'est plutot "jai Ho", reprise en radios et dans le générique du film, dans la bande annonce....
Jai Ho, de A.R. Rahman (originale, sans les pussycat dolls)
meme si paper planes reste ma préférée, parce que bon ce passage sur le toit du train, c'est quand meme un des plus beaux moments
Jai Ho, de A.R. Rahman (originale, sans les pussycat dolls)
meme si paper planes reste ma préférée, parce que bon ce passage sur le toit du train, c'est quand meme un des plus beaux moments
Exact ! En revanche paper planes m'est bien plus resté dans les oreilles...
J'ai beaucoup aimé la BO. Je trouve qu'elle contribue beaucoup au charme du film.
Cyrille
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"400 pages of verbal pyrotechnics and animal magic" — The Times
"Bulawayo leans into exaggeration and irony to tell hard truths. *Glory* is jam-packed with comedy and farce, poking fun at an autocratic regime while illustrating the absurdity and surreal nature of a police state." — The Guardian
The cruelty and savagery of Zimbabwe’s (and Africa’s in general) "powerful animals"
Zimbabwean author NoViolet Bulawayo has written a novel that illustrates better than any documentary the complexity of colonial legacy. In doing so, she revisits George Orwell’s Animal Farm. Her novel *Glory* is a political satire about Zimbabwe—and it’s brimming with humor.
For thirty years, Zimbabwe has been stagnating under Robert Mugabe’s presidency. Human rights violations, corruption, and international sanctions have kept the population mired in poverty and oppression, while the regime exploits the meager earnings of the economy. As the 2017 elections approach, a power struggle erupts over the succession of the very elderly Father of the Nation (Mugabe). On the streets, people hope for long-awaited reforms; the people feel their moment has come.
And indeed, the army ousts Mugabe and his wife—"with her Gucci heels" (p.32)—who was positioning herself for the presidency. Hopes are dashed, however. The generals install former vice-president Emmerson Mnangagwa in power; the regime merely changes faces, but the problems remain the same.
In the novel, the country is called "Jidada, with a -da and another -da" (p.1); there’s no mistaking that this fictional state is Zimbabwe.
For *Glory*, her second novel, NoViolet Bulawayo invents a whole series of codes whose strength lies precisely in how easy they are to decipher. Like George Orwell’s Animal Farm, the characters populating Bulawayo’s universe aren’t humans but horses, goats, or crocodiles with all-too-human traits. Mugabe and Mnangagwa are horses, the spiritual leader is a pig, the soldiers are all bloodthirsty dogs, while the populace consists of goats, chickens, donkeys, and cats. The shift to the animal world serves only to better grasp the laws of despotism—and to ridicule real-life models. On one hand, the animals are humanized: they tweet, torture, travel in private jets. On the other, their greed, stupidity, and brutality stem from their animal nature.
It’s the old trick of fable: dressing men in animal disguises to make them easier to recognize. That’s how Orwell, in Animal Farm, traced how the promise of liberation from the Russian Revolution turned into Stalinist terror. In his 1945 fable, George Orwell describes how the animals of a farm drive out their farmer to organize the exploitation themselves, collectively. For a time, they truly taste freedom, but a clique of pigs ends up taking control. The central figures of the Soviet story—Stalin, Trotsky, Molotov—were easily recognizable.
Yet Bulawayo departs sharply from Orwell. She’s less concerned with precision and the force of argument than with satirical exaggeration. The deposed president is a senile old man who believes he can control even the sun’s course. The new stallion in power is a greedy debaucher. His soldiers sniff respectfully at his tail and backside.
In Bulawayo’s *Glory*, things are more complicated, but her novel also tells of a failed, incomplete liberation. In the author’s Animal Farm, Jidada, the colonial exploiters are followed by new forms of oppression. Because the former liberators become tyrants themselves. And because global power dynamics persist in neocolonial structures.
Wouldn’t that be enough to fuel a deeply depressing narrative? No—Bulawayo turns it into a blazing satire, full of wit and uncompromising criticism of power, a thread running through contemporary (not just) Zimbabwean history. The old warhorses in NoViolet Bulawayo’s Jidada, who continue to act as pack leaders, are easily recognizable as caricatures of the longtime dictator Robert Mugabe and his successor, current president Emmerson Mnangagwa.
The plot kicks off in high gear with independence day festivities. From the crack of dawn, everyone waits on Jidada Square for the Old Horse, the Father of the Nation and former liberator, whose reign "was nearing all of—not one, not two, not three, but four solid decades" (p.1). Everywhere, the colors of the Jidada Party shine; everywhere, true supporters cheer. Even the scorching sun plays its part: "At this point the sun, upon seeing arrive the leader who was decreed by God himself to rule and rule and keep ruling, a leader who'd in turn decreed the very sun to head his cheerleading squad, took a deep, deep breath and thoroughly blazed to impress" (p.2).
Finally, the Old Horse’s luxury carriage approaches "with the slowness of a hearse" (p.2), and "hoping to catch a glimpse of the legendary Father of the Nation," which causes "the animals fell over themselves like intoxicated frogs" (p.2). The sovereign’s speech is delayed a moment longer: "what I really want is a nap," groans the Old Horse as he takes his seat with such care "like his backside was made of expensive porcelain" (p.6).
Meanwhile, Bulawayo parades his entourage: the president’s wife (who earns her doctorate at Jidada University faster than "you could say diss, for dissertation. Tholukuthi it was as easy as ordering from a KFC drive-through, or perhaps even easier being that it was cheaper than KFC; it in fact cost her nothing and the degree actually came with a zero-calorie Diet Coke and a purple straw" (p.41), and she’s now known as Dr Sweet Mother. The cabinet includes "the Minister of the Revolution, the Minister of Corruption, the Minister of Order, the Minister of Things, the Minister of Nothing, the Minister of Propaganda, the Minister of Homophobic Affairs, the Minister of Disinformation and the Minister of Looting" (p.9). And of course the vice-president, who will soon become interim president when the Old Horse finally kicks the bucket—and then settle in as the new long-term president, who in the novel is called Tuvius Delight Shasha, or "Tuvy" for short (p.253), none other than Emmerson Mnangagwa. It’s him Bulawayo reserves her most merciless character description for.
"New Dispensation" (p.109) is Tuvy’s slogan for Jidada, and he loves repeating it so much he even named his parrot after it ("So inspired was Tuvy by the realisation that he rechristened his new pet parrot with the name New Dispensation—tholukuthi the bird having been acquired explicitly for the purposes of tweeting eulogies and accordingly glorifying the Saviour throughout the airs and skies of the nation. Tuvy then went on to hire a lecturer in English from the University of Jidada to teach New Dispensation to say the phrase 'New Dispensation'" p.110). But Tuvy’s Zimbabwe remains a nation without free, fair, and credible elections ("#freefairncredibleelection" p.161), and the promised equal treatment applies only insofar as Zimbabweans now queue up without discrimination in endless lines—and everyone is as poor as the next in the "queuenation" (p.283). Except for the powerful. They can "yes, tholukuthi, her immeasurable riches theirs to take. And take they did—
just take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take" (p.249-250).
In short: Bulawayo brilliantly depicts how former independence fighters become exploiters themselves. And how the country threatens to suffocate under the weight of corruption and repression. But she also literally stages the polyphony with which the people oppose imposed obedience to the official line.
Controversial online discussions keep interrupting the narrative—dialogues and social threads (see photo below) that Bulawayo masterfully integrates. From a literary standpoint, it’s a brilliant idea. And it shows, above all, that the author’s sympathy—so likeable—goes to all those who refuse to let their dream of true freedom be stolen, not even by the corrupt elites of their own country.
In the book’s acknowledgments, the first tribute goes to "The Jidadas of the world, clamouring for freedom on many fronts—A luta continua." (p.401) This reflects the realization that, not only in Jidada-Zimbabwe but in many other corners of the world, the end of colonial domination is still far from meaning the freedom hoped for by the vast majority of people. But it also means, more broadly, that this freedom must be won "on many fronts" (see above), both domestically and geopolitically.
That’s precisely what *Glory* so vividly highlights: how complex the project behind the term "postcolonialism" really is. With *Glory*, Bulawayo also delivers a scathing critique of the persistence of colonial mindsets in the West.
In the novel, the murder of George Floyd, racist police violence, and white-supremacist ideology in Trump’s United States perfectly illustrate the persistence of racism. It’s especially in the final chapters that Bulawayo lets Jidada’s inhabitants explicitly and unflinchingly criticize a neocolonial world order:
"It was not lost on us how the West, which loved to 'save' Africa and announce every action to the whole world, did so with one limb while manipulating, looting and fleecing us with the rest of its limbs so that more money in fact poured out of the continent than trickled in." (p.376)
"It was no mistake that multinational corporations yearly reaped and shipped colossal profits from Africa back to their countries as had been the case during colonial times. Even the sticks and stones would tell you that the African earth at any given time howled and shook and heaved from the extraction of its precious minerals that rarely benefited its own miserable children." (p.376)
"(...) we vowed to wage yet another war for Africa's second Liberation from neocolonial oppression. From exploitation. From plunder. From Western dominion. From indignity. From Abuse. We wanted real freedom. We wanted greedy, thieving paws off our wealth. We wanted Justice. We wanted a new world; we wanted a brand-new world so much we didn't sleep a wink that night." (p.377)
The Jidadas of this world must fight two enemies: Western neocolonialism and the autocratic instrumentalization of that argument; the persistence of Western racism and the populist appropriation of that humiliation by tyrants from their own ranks. Neither of these obstacles to freedom diminishes the historical and current guilt of the other. But the path to postcolonial liberation must overcome all these forms of oppression. After all, the colonizers didn’t bequeath democracies to formerly dominated nations, but instability and the principles of oppression and exploitation—which the so-called liberators have also internalized. Yet the fact that a satirical novel can capture the complexity of historical relationships while remaining, despite all the darkness of the subject, hilarious—well, that’s truly astonishing.
Finally, *Glory* ties into a major trauma in Zimbabwe’s post-independence history: the so-called Gukurahundi massacres. Between 1983 and 1987, tens of thousands of civilians were murdered by Mugabe’s bloody henchmen, most of them Ndebele. The State Security Minister and head of secret services at the time? You guessed it—Emmerson Mnangagwa.
When *Glory* turns to the massacres, the novel’s tone shifts completely. The story is now told through the narrative of the goat called Destiny, who, like NoViolet Bulawayo herself, left her home country at 18 for the United States and only returned after 13 years. In the book, the city of Bulawayo becomes a village where Destiny retraces her family’s history—and learns that part of it was also brutally murdered during the massacres.
The abuse of power and life under a dictatorship, dispossession, and a fiercely proud awareness of the psychological wounds and emotional vulnerability of a uprooted and disenfranchised people who had to forge a new language—a new set of names—to express their lived experiences are at the heart of this wonderful Zimbabwean author’s literary work, NoViolet Bulawayo. Shortly after her studies, she was already writing short stories about postcolonial power dynamics in Africa. But her playful, masterful, and often unconventional approach to language also plays a key role in her work. With virtuosity, she shifts from cynical images of power-obsessed elites to compassionate descriptions of the people’s suffering, ending with a hopeful sermon on courage—the courage to break free from fear and thus gain the strength for change ("And every one of them understood that whatever they heard within those hearts was the new national anthem, tholukuthi an anthem that spoke of the kind of glory that burns eternal and glows with living light." p.400). This novel is a genuine pleasure to read. And it’s exceptional. Good, African...
Book info (original English and German translation):
NoViolet Bulawayo. Glory. Chatto & Windus, 2022. NoViolet Bulawayo. Glory. Suhrkamp, 2023.
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The books (in English, in German)
Author NoViolet Bulawayo, Zimbabwe
Threads (p.164-165)
"Bulawayo leans into exaggeration and irony to tell hard truths. *Glory* is jam-packed with comedy and farce, poking fun at an autocratic regime while illustrating the absurdity and surreal nature of a police state." — The Guardian
The cruelty and savagery of Zimbabwe’s (and Africa’s in general) "powerful animals"
Zimbabwean author NoViolet Bulawayo has written a novel that illustrates better than any documentary the complexity of colonial legacy. In doing so, she revisits George Orwell’s Animal Farm. Her novel *Glory* is a political satire about Zimbabwe—and it’s brimming with humor.
For thirty years, Zimbabwe has been stagnating under Robert Mugabe’s presidency. Human rights violations, corruption, and international sanctions have kept the population mired in poverty and oppression, while the regime exploits the meager earnings of the economy. As the 2017 elections approach, a power struggle erupts over the succession of the very elderly Father of the Nation (Mugabe). On the streets, people hope for long-awaited reforms; the people feel their moment has come.
And indeed, the army ousts Mugabe and his wife—"with her Gucci heels" (p.32)—who was positioning herself for the presidency. Hopes are dashed, however. The generals install former vice-president Emmerson Mnangagwa in power; the regime merely changes faces, but the problems remain the same.
In the novel, the country is called "Jidada, with a -da and another -da" (p.1); there’s no mistaking that this fictional state is Zimbabwe.
For *Glory*, her second novel, NoViolet Bulawayo invents a whole series of codes whose strength lies precisely in how easy they are to decipher. Like George Orwell’s Animal Farm, the characters populating Bulawayo’s universe aren’t humans but horses, goats, or crocodiles with all-too-human traits. Mugabe and Mnangagwa are horses, the spiritual leader is a pig, the soldiers are all bloodthirsty dogs, while the populace consists of goats, chickens, donkeys, and cats. The shift to the animal world serves only to better grasp the laws of despotism—and to ridicule real-life models. On one hand, the animals are humanized: they tweet, torture, travel in private jets. On the other, their greed, stupidity, and brutality stem from their animal nature.
It’s the old trick of fable: dressing men in animal disguises to make them easier to recognize. That’s how Orwell, in Animal Farm, traced how the promise of liberation from the Russian Revolution turned into Stalinist terror. In his 1945 fable, George Orwell describes how the animals of a farm drive out their farmer to organize the exploitation themselves, collectively. For a time, they truly taste freedom, but a clique of pigs ends up taking control. The central figures of the Soviet story—Stalin, Trotsky, Molotov—were easily recognizable.
Yet Bulawayo departs sharply from Orwell. She’s less concerned with precision and the force of argument than with satirical exaggeration. The deposed president is a senile old man who believes he can control even the sun’s course. The new stallion in power is a greedy debaucher. His soldiers sniff respectfully at his tail and backside.
In Bulawayo’s *Glory*, things are more complicated, but her novel also tells of a failed, incomplete liberation. In the author’s Animal Farm, Jidada, the colonial exploiters are followed by new forms of oppression. Because the former liberators become tyrants themselves. And because global power dynamics persist in neocolonial structures.
Wouldn’t that be enough to fuel a deeply depressing narrative? No—Bulawayo turns it into a blazing satire, full of wit and uncompromising criticism of power, a thread running through contemporary (not just) Zimbabwean history. The old warhorses in NoViolet Bulawayo’s Jidada, who continue to act as pack leaders, are easily recognizable as caricatures of the longtime dictator Robert Mugabe and his successor, current president Emmerson Mnangagwa.
The plot kicks off in high gear with independence day festivities. From the crack of dawn, everyone waits on Jidada Square for the Old Horse, the Father of the Nation and former liberator, whose reign "was nearing all of—not one, not two, not three, but four solid decades" (p.1). Everywhere, the colors of the Jidada Party shine; everywhere, true supporters cheer. Even the scorching sun plays its part: "At this point the sun, upon seeing arrive the leader who was decreed by God himself to rule and rule and keep ruling, a leader who'd in turn decreed the very sun to head his cheerleading squad, took a deep, deep breath and thoroughly blazed to impress" (p.2).
Finally, the Old Horse’s luxury carriage approaches "with the slowness of a hearse" (p.2), and "hoping to catch a glimpse of the legendary Father of the Nation," which causes "the animals fell over themselves like intoxicated frogs" (p.2). The sovereign’s speech is delayed a moment longer: "what I really want is a nap," groans the Old Horse as he takes his seat with such care "like his backside was made of expensive porcelain" (p.6).
Meanwhile, Bulawayo parades his entourage: the president’s wife (who earns her doctorate at Jidada University faster than "you could say diss, for dissertation. Tholukuthi it was as easy as ordering from a KFC drive-through, or perhaps even easier being that it was cheaper than KFC; it in fact cost her nothing and the degree actually came with a zero-calorie Diet Coke and a purple straw" (p.41), and she’s now known as Dr Sweet Mother. The cabinet includes "the Minister of the Revolution, the Minister of Corruption, the Minister of Order, the Minister of Things, the Minister of Nothing, the Minister of Propaganda, the Minister of Homophobic Affairs, the Minister of Disinformation and the Minister of Looting" (p.9). And of course the vice-president, who will soon become interim president when the Old Horse finally kicks the bucket—and then settle in as the new long-term president, who in the novel is called Tuvius Delight Shasha, or "Tuvy" for short (p.253), none other than Emmerson Mnangagwa. It’s him Bulawayo reserves her most merciless character description for.
"New Dispensation" (p.109) is Tuvy’s slogan for Jidada, and he loves repeating it so much he even named his parrot after it ("So inspired was Tuvy by the realisation that he rechristened his new pet parrot with the name New Dispensation—tholukuthi the bird having been acquired explicitly for the purposes of tweeting eulogies and accordingly glorifying the Saviour throughout the airs and skies of the nation. Tuvy then went on to hire a lecturer in English from the University of Jidada to teach New Dispensation to say the phrase 'New Dispensation'" p.110). But Tuvy’s Zimbabwe remains a nation without free, fair, and credible elections ("#freefairncredibleelection" p.161), and the promised equal treatment applies only insofar as Zimbabweans now queue up without discrimination in endless lines—and everyone is as poor as the next in the "queuenation" (p.283). Except for the powerful. They can "yes, tholukuthi, her immeasurable riches theirs to take. And take they did—
just take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take—take" (p.249-250).
In short: Bulawayo brilliantly depicts how former independence fighters become exploiters themselves. And how the country threatens to suffocate under the weight of corruption and repression. But she also literally stages the polyphony with which the people oppose imposed obedience to the official line.
Controversial online discussions keep interrupting the narrative—dialogues and social threads (see photo below) that Bulawayo masterfully integrates. From a literary standpoint, it’s a brilliant idea. And it shows, above all, that the author’s sympathy—so likeable—goes to all those who refuse to let their dream of true freedom be stolen, not even by the corrupt elites of their own country.
In the book’s acknowledgments, the first tribute goes to "The Jidadas of the world, clamouring for freedom on many fronts—A luta continua." (p.401) This reflects the realization that, not only in Jidada-Zimbabwe but in many other corners of the world, the end of colonial domination is still far from meaning the freedom hoped for by the vast majority of people. But it also means, more broadly, that this freedom must be won "on many fronts" (see above), both domestically and geopolitically.
That’s precisely what *Glory* so vividly highlights: how complex the project behind the term "postcolonialism" really is. With *Glory*, Bulawayo also delivers a scathing critique of the persistence of colonial mindsets in the West.
In the novel, the murder of George Floyd, racist police violence, and white-supremacist ideology in Trump’s United States perfectly illustrate the persistence of racism. It’s especially in the final chapters that Bulawayo lets Jidada’s inhabitants explicitly and unflinchingly criticize a neocolonial world order:
"It was not lost on us how the West, which loved to 'save' Africa and announce every action to the whole world, did so with one limb while manipulating, looting and fleecing us with the rest of its limbs so that more money in fact poured out of the continent than trickled in." (p.376)
"It was no mistake that multinational corporations yearly reaped and shipped colossal profits from Africa back to their countries as had been the case during colonial times. Even the sticks and stones would tell you that the African earth at any given time howled and shook and heaved from the extraction of its precious minerals that rarely benefited its own miserable children." (p.376)
"(...) we vowed to wage yet another war for Africa's second Liberation from neocolonial oppression. From exploitation. From plunder. From Western dominion. From indignity. From Abuse. We wanted real freedom. We wanted greedy, thieving paws off our wealth. We wanted Justice. We wanted a new world; we wanted a brand-new world so much we didn't sleep a wink that night." (p.377)
The Jidadas of this world must fight two enemies: Western neocolonialism and the autocratic instrumentalization of that argument; the persistence of Western racism and the populist appropriation of that humiliation by tyrants from their own ranks. Neither of these obstacles to freedom diminishes the historical and current guilt of the other. But the path to postcolonial liberation must overcome all these forms of oppression. After all, the colonizers didn’t bequeath democracies to formerly dominated nations, but instability and the principles of oppression and exploitation—which the so-called liberators have also internalized. Yet the fact that a satirical novel can capture the complexity of historical relationships while remaining, despite all the darkness of the subject, hilarious—well, that’s truly astonishing.
Finally, *Glory* ties into a major trauma in Zimbabwe’s post-independence history: the so-called Gukurahundi massacres. Between 1983 and 1987, tens of thousands of civilians were murdered by Mugabe’s bloody henchmen, most of them Ndebele. The State Security Minister and head of secret services at the time? You guessed it—Emmerson Mnangagwa.
When *Glory* turns to the massacres, the novel’s tone shifts completely. The story is now told through the narrative of the goat called Destiny, who, like NoViolet Bulawayo herself, left her home country at 18 for the United States and only returned after 13 years. In the book, the city of Bulawayo becomes a village where Destiny retraces her family’s history—and learns that part of it was also brutally murdered during the massacres.
The abuse of power and life under a dictatorship, dispossession, and a fiercely proud awareness of the psychological wounds and emotional vulnerability of a uprooted and disenfranchised people who had to forge a new language—a new set of names—to express their lived experiences are at the heart of this wonderful Zimbabwean author’s literary work, NoViolet Bulawayo. Shortly after her studies, she was already writing short stories about postcolonial power dynamics in Africa. But her playful, masterful, and often unconventional approach to language also plays a key role in her work. With virtuosity, she shifts from cynical images of power-obsessed elites to compassionate descriptions of the people’s suffering, ending with a hopeful sermon on courage—the courage to break free from fear and thus gain the strength for change ("And every one of them understood that whatever they heard within those hearts was the new national anthem, tholukuthi an anthem that spoke of the kind of glory that burns eternal and glows with living light." p.400). This novel is a genuine pleasure to read. And it’s exceptional. Good, African...
Book info (original English and German translation):
NoViolet Bulawayo. Glory. Chatto & Windus, 2022. NoViolet Bulawayo. Glory. Suhrkamp, 2023.
Hery
The books (in English, in German)
Author NoViolet Bulawayo, Zimbabwe
Threads (p.164-165)“When the Whites came to Africa, we had the land and they had the Bible. They taught us to pray with our eyes closed: when we opened them, the Whites had the land and we had the Bible.” Jomo Kenyatta (p.7)
The Maggi cube, an unchallenged hegemony, and so much more
“The hopeless continent,” headlined The Economist, a British magazine, in July 2000 about Africa. Eleven years later, the same magazine headlined “Africa rising” instead. Images of Africa in the prosperous North constantly oscillate between apocalyptic scenarios and enthusiastic projections. A key issue with such images lies in the generalization they entail. If you look at the continent, considerable contrasts emerge depending on space and time. It’s no surprise that a region of the world encompassing such diverse ecological zones, maintaining such varied ties with other continents, comprising nearly fifty nation-states in sub-Saharan Africa alone, and characterized by a great diversity of languages, belief systems, and historical paths, doesn’t share a single destiny.
And yet, for many people outside Africa, as well as for many Africans, the continent constitutes a single entity, defined by criteria such as skin color, a colonial past, poverty, and the art of survival. Until now, these perspectives were generally accompanied by the idea that Africa had to—or should have—followed a single path together, sometimes called development, sometimes modernization, sometimes liberation, then a market economy. None of these paths delivered on their promises.
The two writers Alain Mabanckou and Abdourahman Waberi—one from Congo, the other raised in Djibouti, both long settled in France and now professors at renowned North American universities (Los Angeles, Washington)—have had enough of pessimistic scenarios: “We are aware that Africa is in the world and the world is in Africa. The same goes for all other continents, as our destinies are inextricably linked for better or worse. We refuse to see Africa as a reservoir of misfortunes or a continent cursed by atavistic misfortune and characterized by ethnic conflicts. [...] It’s this passionate flame we wanted to capture in a book [...] a kind of stroll through African cultures, without any demands, each letter of the alphabet leading us to a notion, a practice, a concept, a moment in history, literature, painting, politics, economics, cuisine, etc.” (p.10-11). Africa, they write, is on the verge of “imposing a signature, a style, a way of being in the world and in relation to the rest of the world.” (p.11) To put words to the continent’s diversity and dynamism, the two authors created a “rambling ABC,” a kind of portrait—or more precisely, a mythography—that lets you see and feel the pulse of a vast continent whose cultural power is unfolding before our eyes. Once marginalized or even mocked, the voice and importance of the Continent in global affairs are now undeniable” (p.11), containing over a hundred entries, mostly concise, written in a relaxed and casual style. The optimistic, even exuberant tone is set from the brief introduction. The duo of authors wants to “sing a love song to the cultures of our continent, to its inhabitants past and present, to its exceptional resources and its spectacular globalization despite a certain pollution that still clouds our skies due to the unmatched duration of dictatorships in some of our regions.” (p.12) In doing so, they don’t want to be too distracted by today’s Afewerki-Biya-Bongo-Déby & Co. ...
Of course, you’ll find tributes to great precursors like Frantz Fanon (“[...] it was a love story and admiration that wasn’t dimmed by the four decades separating his birth from ours. Let’s add that we were born while the native of Fort-de-France had left the world’s stage four years earlier, in the prime of life” p.141), Mongo Beti (“You must read and reread Mongo Beti, a genius who used his fame to support often just causes in Africa, like defending oppressed groups. His place is already in History. His oppressors, like the dictators Ahmadou Ahidjo and Paul Biya, can’t compete in the same category” p.64), the Malian Amadou Hampâté Bâ
(“Posterity remembers him mainly as an tireless defender of African cultures. His plea for the collection and preservation of traditional African knowledge remains a major event for all men and women of good will. One day in 1960, at the UNESCO podium, the native of Bandiagara sounded the alarm: ‘[...] Since we’ve admitted that the humanity of each people is the heritage of all humanity, if African traditions aren’t collected in time and written down, they’ll one day be missing from the universal archives of humanity.’” p.51),
Kwame Nkrumah, “one of the founders of Pan-Africanism, father of Ghana’s independence” (p.239), as well as the historian Cheikh Anta Diop, the writer, poet, and politician Aimé Césaire, and the economist and thinker Samir Amin, but also very warm tributes to certain contemporary African intellectuals like Souleymane Bachir Diagne and Achille Mbembe
(“A few years ago, in dominant economic circles, a rumor often resurfaced, usually disguised as a cold and scientifically proven analysis: Africa is useless. It’s a burden for the rest of the human community. With its 2% share in world trade, it would disappear from stock market radars without anyone noticing. So? Maybe it’ll be pulled up by other continents. Wanting to surpass itself is a crazy bet for Africans, they concluded. Arrogant or clueless, President Nicolas Sarkozy declared before an audience of students and teachers at Cheikh Anta Diop University in Dakar: ‘The African man hasn’t entered history enough [...] He only knows the eternal repetition of time marked by the endless repetition of the same gestures and words.’ That was in 2007. For decades, armed only with reason, an intellectual often steps up to debunk prejudices, lazy readings, and dishonest frameworks used as false fronts by those who, like Nicolas Sarkozy or former journalist Stephen Smith, out of ignorance, contempt, or condescension, distort African reality. This intellectual is none other than the historian and political scientist Achille Mbembe. This heir of Frantz Fanon, Amílcar Cabral, Jean-Marc Ela, and Fabien Eboussi-Boulaga was born in 1957 in Cameroon, in the Bassa region. Marked early by the upheavals of a fratricidal war, Achille Mbembe became the guardian of the memory of martyrs. After brilliant studies in Paris, he went on to teach at the best American universities, but the call of the Continent was stronger than anything else. In Dakar, he once directed CODESRIA (Council for the Development of Social Science Research in Africa) before joining the University of the Witwatersrand in Johannesburg, South Africa. Even though the author of *Critique of Black Reason* (Éditions La Découverte, 2015) spends a few months at Duke University in North Carolina, his observation post remains South Africa. From Johannesburg, Achille Mbembe scrutinizes Africa and the whole world. A lucid observer with an elegant and generous pen, Achille Mbembe knows how to blend big and small history: ‘I was born one day in July, as the month was drawing to a close. It was 1957, in that part of Africa recently named ‘Cameroon,’ a memory of the wonder that seized Portuguese sailors in the 15th century when, sailing up the river near Douala, they couldn’t help but note the presence of a multitude of crustaceans, and named it *Rio dos Camarões*, meaning ‘River of Shrimp.’ I grew up in the shadow of this nameless land, since, in a way, the name it bears is only the product of someone else’s astonishment: a lexical mistake, if you will.’ From this mistake or wound, he made leaven, a springboard to compose a rich work, recognized worldwide. To denounce barriers and barbarians too. But that’s not enough. Among his peers in circles of thought and action, Achille Mbembe passionately and consistently defends human dignity and the beauty of the world. In doing so, he fulfills the mission Frantz Fanon entrusted to him.” (p.227-229),
as well as entries dedicated to lesser-known artists and intellectuals, like the French journalist and activist Rokhaya Diallo, daughter of Senegalese and Gambian parents, or the Ethiopian filmmaker Haile Gerima, who has long lived in the United States. Other names from politics, sports, music, art, and literature: Kofi Annan, p.36; Barack Obama, p.243; Thomas Sankara, p.277; Ousmane Sow, p.285; Yambo Ouologuem, p.250; Léopold Sédar Senghor, p.282; Muhammad Ali, p.30; Nuruddin Farah, p.146; Salif Keita, p.203; Ahmadou Kourouma, p.206; Ngũgĩ wa Thiong’o, p.236; Winnie Mandela, p.224; Kylian Mbappé, p.226 ...
The authors, who resolutely commit to a “mythography” (p.11) of Africa, also pay special attention to local social movements, cultural events, and aspects of daily life. *Y’en a marre*, “which also meant ‘we’re fed up with sitting on our hands’” (p.320-321), emerged about a decade ago in Senegal as a citizen movement of peaceful resistance and symbolizes, the authors emphasize, the fact that African youth are increasingly fed up “with the political circus deployed in Africa since independence, as our parents would say, ‘since the White man left’...” (p.321). A full entry is dedicated to the Maggi bouillon cube, which has flooded African markets for about forty years and enjoys immense popularity (“It’s everywhere in Africa, from Dakar to Djibouti, and from Tangier to Cape Town. It’s in every pot, every stew. Little hands put it in every sauce, every local or adapted dish. An unchallenged hegemony! You’ll find it in diasporas too. The culinary strolls in Paris, in the [...] neighborhood” p.90). Critics blame it not only for impoverishing the aromatic diversity of local dishes but also for being harmful to health. And yet, “he poorest Africans, those who eat only once a day, a few spoonfuls of white beans and a ball of *foufou*, for example, are the most fervent users of the magic cube.” (p.92-93)
For *fonio*, “the new trendy cereal. [...] From the millet family, fonio is probably the oldest cereal cultivated in West Africa, and mainly in its sub-Saharan part, for millennia. [...] Easy to grow, water-efficient, fonio grows everywhere except on clay soils. Long neglected because it was considered the poor man’s crop, fonio is now a source of pride for the farmers who cultivate it and cherish it like the apple of their eye” (p.156-157), the authors immediately offer a detailed recipe, letting the reader know that “e can’t resist sharing this fonio with chicken recipe from Mali with you:
Ingredients: 1 chicken 3 large ripe red tomatoes 4 tbsp tomato paste 4 large onions 1 garlic clove 1/2 cup oil 2 Maggi cubes or salt 2 large carrots 1 turnip 1 large cabbage 2 large potatoes 1 celery stalk 1 packet pre-cooked fonio 4 okra (or okra powder) salt, pepper
Preparation: 1. Prepare the sauce: wash and cut the chicken. Peel the onions, garlic, and vegetables. 2. In a pot, fry the chicken pieces. 3. Dice the onions, tomatoes, carrots, and turnip very small and add them to the pot. 4. Add the tomato paste, salt, and pepper. 5. Simmer for 15 min, then add 2 L of water and the cooked chicken pieces. 6. Simmer for 30 min, then add the crushed garlic and celery, plus the cabbage cut into 4 and the potatoes cut in half. 7. Prepare the fonio: cover it with warm water, let it rest for 15 min, and cook it over low heat. 8. In a small pot, boil the okra and crush them. 9. Mix the crushed okra with the cooked fonio, then salt. Serve hot.” (p.158-159)
The comedy *Black Mic Mac*, released in French theaters in 1986 and addressing France’s increasingly restrictive immigration policy at the time, also gets an entry, as do *Tintin in the Congo*, the popular comic, and *Jip’s Café* (“[...] a little Africa in the heart of Paris, with passersby stopping to admire the ‘ambianceurs’ on the dance floor or attend the cultural events offered by the place” (p.194), an African establishment in Paris that Alain Mabanckou already immortalized in one of his novels.
The duo of authors also tackles thorny subjects like jihadism (p.119), the Rwandan genocide (p.272), the CFA franc (p.82), and dictatorship (p.110). While the two strike the right tone here, many entries leave a slightly bitter taste. Two examples: why doesn’t the text on Barack Obama mention the great disappointment of many people in Africa, who expected more from the African policy of the first U.S. president with African roots than just occasional warm words? Why do the comments on Winnie Mandela gloss over the fact that she was a highly controversial icon of the anti-apartheid movement due to her involvement in kidnappings, acts of torture, and murders of alleged apartheid collaborators? Instead, there’s a compassion that brings tears to the eyes: “She was often reduced to a secondary role, the wife of a great man” or “When victory came, she didn’t taste its fruits. Divorced, isolated. She would never be a ‘first lady’ in an evening gown, posing before a bed of chrysanthemums. They’d keep her far from the circles of power” (p.224-225). At this point, I would’ve liked the authors to take a slightly more critical stance...
That said, these “weaknesses” (if you can call them that) shouldn’t overshadow the book as a whole. It remains an informative, sometimes very entertaining, and often even original work in its own way.
Book information (the original French and the German translation):
Alain Mabanckou/Abdourahman Waberi. Dictionnaire enjoué des cultures africaines. Fayard, 2019. Alain Mabanckou/Abdourahman Waberi. Der Puls Afrikas. Eine Liebeserklärung von A bis Z. Reclam, 2022.
Hery
The Maggi cube, an unchallenged hegemony, and so much more
“The hopeless continent,” headlined The Economist, a British magazine, in July 2000 about Africa. Eleven years later, the same magazine headlined “Africa rising” instead. Images of Africa in the prosperous North constantly oscillate between apocalyptic scenarios and enthusiastic projections. A key issue with such images lies in the generalization they entail. If you look at the continent, considerable contrasts emerge depending on space and time. It’s no surprise that a region of the world encompassing such diverse ecological zones, maintaining such varied ties with other continents, comprising nearly fifty nation-states in sub-Saharan Africa alone, and characterized by a great diversity of languages, belief systems, and historical paths, doesn’t share a single destiny.
And yet, for many people outside Africa, as well as for many Africans, the continent constitutes a single entity, defined by criteria such as skin color, a colonial past, poverty, and the art of survival. Until now, these perspectives were generally accompanied by the idea that Africa had to—or should have—followed a single path together, sometimes called development, sometimes modernization, sometimes liberation, then a market economy. None of these paths delivered on their promises.
The two writers Alain Mabanckou and Abdourahman Waberi—one from Congo, the other raised in Djibouti, both long settled in France and now professors at renowned North American universities (Los Angeles, Washington)—have had enough of pessimistic scenarios: “We are aware that Africa is in the world and the world is in Africa. The same goes for all other continents, as our destinies are inextricably linked for better or worse. We refuse to see Africa as a reservoir of misfortunes or a continent cursed by atavistic misfortune and characterized by ethnic conflicts. [...] It’s this passionate flame we wanted to capture in a book [...] a kind of stroll through African cultures, without any demands, each letter of the alphabet leading us to a notion, a practice, a concept, a moment in history, literature, painting, politics, economics, cuisine, etc.” (p.10-11). Africa, they write, is on the verge of “imposing a signature, a style, a way of being in the world and in relation to the rest of the world.” (p.11) To put words to the continent’s diversity and dynamism, the two authors created a “rambling ABC,” a kind of portrait—or more precisely, a mythography—that lets you see and feel the pulse of a vast continent whose cultural power is unfolding before our eyes. Once marginalized or even mocked, the voice and importance of the Continent in global affairs are now undeniable” (p.11), containing over a hundred entries, mostly concise, written in a relaxed and casual style. The optimistic, even exuberant tone is set from the brief introduction. The duo of authors wants to “sing a love song to the cultures of our continent, to its inhabitants past and present, to its exceptional resources and its spectacular globalization despite a certain pollution that still clouds our skies due to the unmatched duration of dictatorships in some of our regions.” (p.12) In doing so, they don’t want to be too distracted by today’s Afewerki-Biya-Bongo-Déby & Co. ...
Of course, you’ll find tributes to great precursors like Frantz Fanon (“[...] it was a love story and admiration that wasn’t dimmed by the four decades separating his birth from ours. Let’s add that we were born while the native of Fort-de-France had left the world’s stage four years earlier, in the prime of life” p.141), Mongo Beti (“You must read and reread Mongo Beti, a genius who used his fame to support often just causes in Africa, like defending oppressed groups. His place is already in History. His oppressors, like the dictators Ahmadou Ahidjo and Paul Biya, can’t compete in the same category” p.64), the Malian Amadou Hampâté Bâ
(“Posterity remembers him mainly as an tireless defender of African cultures. His plea for the collection and preservation of traditional African knowledge remains a major event for all men and women of good will. One day in 1960, at the UNESCO podium, the native of Bandiagara sounded the alarm: ‘[...] Since we’ve admitted that the humanity of each people is the heritage of all humanity, if African traditions aren’t collected in time and written down, they’ll one day be missing from the universal archives of humanity.’” p.51),
Kwame Nkrumah, “one of the founders of Pan-Africanism, father of Ghana’s independence” (p.239), as well as the historian Cheikh Anta Diop, the writer, poet, and politician Aimé Césaire, and the economist and thinker Samir Amin, but also very warm tributes to certain contemporary African intellectuals like Souleymane Bachir Diagne and Achille Mbembe
(“A few years ago, in dominant economic circles, a rumor often resurfaced, usually disguised as a cold and scientifically proven analysis: Africa is useless. It’s a burden for the rest of the human community. With its 2% share in world trade, it would disappear from stock market radars without anyone noticing. So? Maybe it’ll be pulled up by other continents. Wanting to surpass itself is a crazy bet for Africans, they concluded. Arrogant or clueless, President Nicolas Sarkozy declared before an audience of students and teachers at Cheikh Anta Diop University in Dakar: ‘The African man hasn’t entered history enough [...] He only knows the eternal repetition of time marked by the endless repetition of the same gestures and words.’ That was in 2007. For decades, armed only with reason, an intellectual often steps up to debunk prejudices, lazy readings, and dishonest frameworks used as false fronts by those who, like Nicolas Sarkozy or former journalist Stephen Smith, out of ignorance, contempt, or condescension, distort African reality. This intellectual is none other than the historian and political scientist Achille Mbembe. This heir of Frantz Fanon, Amílcar Cabral, Jean-Marc Ela, and Fabien Eboussi-Boulaga was born in 1957 in Cameroon, in the Bassa region. Marked early by the upheavals of a fratricidal war, Achille Mbembe became the guardian of the memory of martyrs. After brilliant studies in Paris, he went on to teach at the best American universities, but the call of the Continent was stronger than anything else. In Dakar, he once directed CODESRIA (Council for the Development of Social Science Research in Africa) before joining the University of the Witwatersrand in Johannesburg, South Africa. Even though the author of *Critique of Black Reason* (Éditions La Découverte, 2015) spends a few months at Duke University in North Carolina, his observation post remains South Africa. From Johannesburg, Achille Mbembe scrutinizes Africa and the whole world. A lucid observer with an elegant and generous pen, Achille Mbembe knows how to blend big and small history: ‘I was born one day in July, as the month was drawing to a close. It was 1957, in that part of Africa recently named ‘Cameroon,’ a memory of the wonder that seized Portuguese sailors in the 15th century when, sailing up the river near Douala, they couldn’t help but note the presence of a multitude of crustaceans, and named it *Rio dos Camarões*, meaning ‘River of Shrimp.’ I grew up in the shadow of this nameless land, since, in a way, the name it bears is only the product of someone else’s astonishment: a lexical mistake, if you will.’ From this mistake or wound, he made leaven, a springboard to compose a rich work, recognized worldwide. To denounce barriers and barbarians too. But that’s not enough. Among his peers in circles of thought and action, Achille Mbembe passionately and consistently defends human dignity and the beauty of the world. In doing so, he fulfills the mission Frantz Fanon entrusted to him.” (p.227-229),
as well as entries dedicated to lesser-known artists and intellectuals, like the French journalist and activist Rokhaya Diallo, daughter of Senegalese and Gambian parents, or the Ethiopian filmmaker Haile Gerima, who has long lived in the United States. Other names from politics, sports, music, art, and literature: Kofi Annan, p.36; Barack Obama, p.243; Thomas Sankara, p.277; Ousmane Sow, p.285; Yambo Ouologuem, p.250; Léopold Sédar Senghor, p.282; Muhammad Ali, p.30; Nuruddin Farah, p.146; Salif Keita, p.203; Ahmadou Kourouma, p.206; Ngũgĩ wa Thiong’o, p.236; Winnie Mandela, p.224; Kylian Mbappé, p.226 ...
The authors, who resolutely commit to a “mythography” (p.11) of Africa, also pay special attention to local social movements, cultural events, and aspects of daily life. *Y’en a marre*, “which also meant ‘we’re fed up with sitting on our hands’” (p.320-321), emerged about a decade ago in Senegal as a citizen movement of peaceful resistance and symbolizes, the authors emphasize, the fact that African youth are increasingly fed up “with the political circus deployed in Africa since independence, as our parents would say, ‘since the White man left’...” (p.321). A full entry is dedicated to the Maggi bouillon cube, which has flooded African markets for about forty years and enjoys immense popularity (“It’s everywhere in Africa, from Dakar to Djibouti, and from Tangier to Cape Town. It’s in every pot, every stew. Little hands put it in every sauce, every local or adapted dish. An unchallenged hegemony! You’ll find it in diasporas too. The culinary strolls in Paris, in the [...] neighborhood” p.90). Critics blame it not only for impoverishing the aromatic diversity of local dishes but also for being harmful to health. And yet, “he poorest Africans, those who eat only once a day, a few spoonfuls of white beans and a ball of *foufou*, for example, are the most fervent users of the magic cube.” (p.92-93)
For *fonio*, “the new trendy cereal. [...] From the millet family, fonio is probably the oldest cereal cultivated in West Africa, and mainly in its sub-Saharan part, for millennia. [...] Easy to grow, water-efficient, fonio grows everywhere except on clay soils. Long neglected because it was considered the poor man’s crop, fonio is now a source of pride for the farmers who cultivate it and cherish it like the apple of their eye” (p.156-157), the authors immediately offer a detailed recipe, letting the reader know that “e can’t resist sharing this fonio with chicken recipe from Mali with you:
Ingredients: 1 chicken 3 large ripe red tomatoes 4 tbsp tomato paste 4 large onions 1 garlic clove 1/2 cup oil 2 Maggi cubes or salt 2 large carrots 1 turnip 1 large cabbage 2 large potatoes 1 celery stalk 1 packet pre-cooked fonio 4 okra (or okra powder) salt, pepper
Preparation: 1. Prepare the sauce: wash and cut the chicken. Peel the onions, garlic, and vegetables. 2. In a pot, fry the chicken pieces. 3. Dice the onions, tomatoes, carrots, and turnip very small and add them to the pot. 4. Add the tomato paste, salt, and pepper. 5. Simmer for 15 min, then add 2 L of water and the cooked chicken pieces. 6. Simmer for 30 min, then add the crushed garlic and celery, plus the cabbage cut into 4 and the potatoes cut in half. 7. Prepare the fonio: cover it with warm water, let it rest for 15 min, and cook it over low heat. 8. In a small pot, boil the okra and crush them. 9. Mix the crushed okra with the cooked fonio, then salt. Serve hot.” (p.158-159)
The comedy *Black Mic Mac*, released in French theaters in 1986 and addressing France’s increasingly restrictive immigration policy at the time, also gets an entry, as do *Tintin in the Congo*, the popular comic, and *Jip’s Café* (“[...] a little Africa in the heart of Paris, with passersby stopping to admire the ‘ambianceurs’ on the dance floor or attend the cultural events offered by the place” (p.194), an African establishment in Paris that Alain Mabanckou already immortalized in one of his novels.
The duo of authors also tackles thorny subjects like jihadism (p.119), the Rwandan genocide (p.272), the CFA franc (p.82), and dictatorship (p.110). While the two strike the right tone here, many entries leave a slightly bitter taste. Two examples: why doesn’t the text on Barack Obama mention the great disappointment of many people in Africa, who expected more from the African policy of the first U.S. president with African roots than just occasional warm words? Why do the comments on Winnie Mandela gloss over the fact that she was a highly controversial icon of the anti-apartheid movement due to her involvement in kidnappings, acts of torture, and murders of alleged apartheid collaborators? Instead, there’s a compassion that brings tears to the eyes: “She was often reduced to a secondary role, the wife of a great man” or “When victory came, she didn’t taste its fruits. Divorced, isolated. She would never be a ‘first lady’ in an evening gown, posing before a bed of chrysanthemums. They’d keep her far from the circles of power” (p.224-225). At this point, I would’ve liked the authors to take a slightly more critical stance...
That said, these “weaknesses” (if you can call them that) shouldn’t overshadow the book as a whole. It remains an informative, sometimes very entertaining, and often even original work in its own way.
Book information (the original French and the German translation):
Alain Mabanckou/Abdourahman Waberi. Dictionnaire enjoué des cultures africaines. Fayard, 2019. Alain Mabanckou/Abdourahman Waberi. Der Puls Afrikas. Eine Liebeserklärung von A bis Z. Reclam, 2022.
Hery

Hi,
We’re going on a guided trip to South Africa. I’d love to know which guidebook is the most interesting: Routard, Lonely Planet, Michelin, Guide Vert, or Hachette’s Guide Voir.
Thanks so much for your advice. Marie
Hi, I'm looking for a good (digital) wildlife and bird guide for South Africa.
I'm planning a 2-month road trip through the parks and tourist spots.
I'm torn between *Duncan Butcher’s Wildlife of South Africa*, *Wildlife of Southern Africa Collins Traveller Guide*, and *Newman’s Birds Guide* for birds. Any other suggestions?! It can be in English, French, or Spanish! Thanks
I'm torn between *Duncan Butcher’s Wildlife of South Africa*, *Wildlife of Southern Africa Collins Traveller Guide*, and *Newman’s Birds Guide* for birds. Any other suggestions?! It can be in English, French, or Spanish! Thanks
During the 60s and 70s, thousands of travelers hit the road to India. Some were backpackers or hippies, but not all. In this collective anthology featuring around twenty contributors (including GeorgesOz), you’ll also find truth-seekers, a couple who went on their honeymoon to get married in Bengal... and "crazy" folks who set off on VéloSolex bikes...
Worth noting: all contributors donated their royalties to support the Céline Hegron clinic in a poor neighborhood of Varanasi.
Worth noting: all contributors donated their royalties to support the Céline Hegron clinic in a poor neighborhood of Varanasi.
Hi there,
I’m looking to watch films and series with my Thai girlfriend :-) I was wondering if you know of any sites where we can watch films or series in Thai or French with Thai or French subtitles ^^ We sometimes watch in English with English or Thai subtitles, but it’s quite hard for me ^^ I have to concentrate, and it’s not really enjoyable.
Thanks :-)
I’m looking to watch films and series with my Thai girlfriend :-) I was wondering if you know of any sites where we can watch films or series in Thai or French with Thai or French subtitles ^^ We sometimes watch in English with English or Thai subtitles, but it’s quite hard for me ^^ I have to concentrate, and it’s not really enjoyable.
Thanks :-)
Hi there,
Nice feature on the haenyeo and the gorgeous Jeju ❤️
South Korea: The Island of Women Divers | TF1 Info
Nice feature on the haenyeo and the gorgeous Jeju ❤️
South Korea: The Island of Women Divers | TF1 Info
Hi there,
I have a few GEO and Grands Reportages magazines in very good condition to give away. They date from 2006 to 2011.
If you're interested, please DM me.
I have a few GEO and Grands Reportages magazines in very good condition to give away. They date from 2006 to 2011.
If you're interested, please DM me.
Hi,
Could someone recommend a good book to help me recognize the animals I’ll come across in Namibia???
Thanks in advance! Tit&Lou
Departure planned for September 16, 2008!!
Could someone recommend a good book to help me recognize the animals I’ll come across in Namibia???
Thanks in advance! Tit&Lou
Departure planned for September 16, 2008!!
Hi,
I just finished reading Lettres de Barcelone by Caroline Leblanc. It's a collection of letters without a recipient that the author wrote during her 3 years of expatriation in Barcelona. So it's an inside look at the city, off the beaten path, even though the major tourist spots are also part of the scenery.
It's full of humor, very open to current events, the history of the city, Catalonia, and Spain. I really enjoyed it. 🙂
Hi there, I traveled to the Sultanate of Oman last January and had the book *Oman Off Road* in digital format in English, plus a second version in French. For anyone planning their trip, if this book interests you, don’t hesitate to reach out—it’s a real bible for off-the-beaten-path travel. Here’s my email for direct contact:
xavierpous@orange.fr
Or through Voyage Forum, which we’re always happy to use.
Take a step back, forget your bearings, and momentarily set aside the boxes we use to categorize life: humans on one side, animals on the other. Immerse yourself in that unsettling zone where man, stripped of his humanity, and the beast—capable of emotions and sensitivity—stand face to face.
Who is the predator, who is the prey? Where do fear, barbarism, or extreme violence lie, and where do compassion and philosophy reside?
In this book steeped in anthropomorphism, Stéphanie Artarit weaves a cruel plot and pushes the boundaries of darkness without ever wallowing in the grim or sordid.
A story of love and vengeance, of fierce beasts and humans, where the abominable, the unbearable, and the unthinkable are pierced by the candor and fragile luminosity of the heroine, Bambi, around whom (very) dark passions rage.
The action takes place in the Pyrenees in the mid-1970s. A dilapidated, isolated house, the theater of the unthinkable, where a shattered family ignored by social services lives—or survives: a missing father, a helpless mother, two degenerate twins, Sam and Valerien, a violent older brother, Martin, an absolute bastard, a dog... and a young adolescent, Bambi, the precarious pillar of this teetering balance. To escape this hopeless daily life, she regularly finds refuge in a nearby zoo. Caught during yet another sneaky visit, she is taken to the owner of the place, Noel Rivière, who, moved by her misery (and her ethereal, unreal beauty...), hires her as an apprentice.
This could have been the start of a fairy tale, redemption through love, the bastard permanently neutralized... and a breather for the reader.
But no.
The zoo serves as the backdrop for the second part of the story, which introduces new characters... a little girl, Feline, and a chimpanzee, Adam, placed in an isolated enclosure upon arrival because he was aggressive and unable to live among his own kind.
Humans with primitive animality, animals with astonishing humanity... a deranged, fierce, and heartbreaking Jungle Book. A noir novel with fluid, poetic writing.
A breathless read, almost devoured in one go (in two sittings) because it’s impossible to catch your breath before finding out how far the author will push the limits and what fate she has in store for her characters...
You Don’t Eat Cannibals Stéphanie ARTARIT Belfond Noir
In this book steeped in anthropomorphism, Stéphanie Artarit weaves a cruel plot and pushes the boundaries of darkness without ever wallowing in the grim or sordid.
A story of love and vengeance, of fierce beasts and humans, where the abominable, the unbearable, and the unthinkable are pierced by the candor and fragile luminosity of the heroine, Bambi, around whom (very) dark passions rage.
The action takes place in the Pyrenees in the mid-1970s. A dilapidated, isolated house, the theater of the unthinkable, where a shattered family ignored by social services lives—or survives: a missing father, a helpless mother, two degenerate twins, Sam and Valerien, a violent older brother, Martin, an absolute bastard, a dog... and a young adolescent, Bambi, the precarious pillar of this teetering balance. To escape this hopeless daily life, she regularly finds refuge in a nearby zoo. Caught during yet another sneaky visit, she is taken to the owner of the place, Noel Rivière, who, moved by her misery (and her ethereal, unreal beauty...), hires her as an apprentice.
This could have been the start of a fairy tale, redemption through love, the bastard permanently neutralized... and a breather for the reader.
But no.
The zoo serves as the backdrop for the second part of the story, which introduces new characters... a little girl, Feline, and a chimpanzee, Adam, placed in an isolated enclosure upon arrival because he was aggressive and unable to live among his own kind.
Humans with primitive animality, animals with astonishing humanity... a deranged, fierce, and heartbreaking Jungle Book. A noir novel with fluid, poetic writing.
A breathless read, almost devoured in one go (in two sittings) because it’s impossible to catch your breath before finding out how far the author will push the limits and what fate she has in store for her characters...
You Don’t Eat Cannibals Stéphanie ARTARIT Belfond Noir
Hi there,
Planning a trip to AOTEAROA in Feb 2026, I’m starting to gather info.
After several attempts searching in local bookshops and online, it seems this guide is no longer published—meaning it’s impossible to find a new French copy.
You can find used ones online, but only in English...
Lonely Planet has released a new "version" of their New Zealand guide, but it’s not really a "Guide" anymore—it’s called "Best Itineraries."
So, my question: Does anyone have a French-language Lonely Planet New Zealand guide from a not-too-old edition? For sale second-hand?
Or
Any recommendations for another guidebook-style book from a different publisher?
Thanks in advance!
Claude
So, my question: Does anyone have a French-language Lonely Planet New Zealand guide from a not-too-old edition? For sale second-hand?
Or
Any recommendations for another guidebook-style book from a different publisher?
Thanks in advance!
Claude
Mountain chronicle from the Hautes Vosges radio station. The last broadcast before summer. It won’t be about long-distance hiking or alpine feats, but rather an equally astonishing adventure that involved thousands of airmen supplying China as it fought against Japan during World War II: the air bridge over the Himalayas.
https://www.resonance-fm.com/podcast/2706%20chronique%20montagne%20The%20Hump%20la%20liaison%20a%C3%A9rienne%20Inde%20Chine%20au%20dessus%20de%20l'Himalaya%20.MP3
https://www.resonance-fm.com/podcast/2706%20chronique%20montagne%20The%20Hump%20la%20liaison%20a%C3%A9rienne%20Inde%20Chine%20au%20dessus%20de%20l'Himalaya%20.MP3
It seems like it's hard to find the book *Compagnon de Safari*, which is a guide to the wildlife of Namibia and Botswana.
Actually, you can order it directly from the author, Caroline Oriol.
http://guide-faune.voyage-namibie.fr/
It’s quick—you’ll get it by mail in 2 days! !
It’s quick—you’ll get it by mail in 2 days! !
Hi there,
As a follow-up to the exhibition "Royal Bronzes of Angkor" organized by the Guimet Museum (Paris), France 5 is airing a documentary called "Angkor, The Mystery of the Bronze Temples."
You can already watch it on replay.
https://www.france.tv/documentaires/documentaires-science/7241768-angkor-le-mystere-des-temples-de-bronze.html
All you need to do is create an account. It’s free and no commitment required.


Sometimes a trip, a desire to travel, a travel dream... begins between the pages of a book.
These three invite you to Scotland, on the Isle of Lewis. And although they’re published by Babel Noir, Actes Sud’s collection dedicated to crime novels with a dark atmosphere, and even though each book features a crime to solve, these three stories go far beyond the genre.
The central character, Fin, a man who wasn’t gifted with lightness or whimsy at birth, used to be a cop. He isn’t anymore, having left the police after a personal tragedy... A crime with a modus operandi similar to a case he was handling brings him back to Lewis... He’ll stay there. Because the time seems right for him to retrace the steps of his own story... a story deeply rooted in this land of melancholic geography, this island battered and rebattered by the winds, frozen in the past, where beliefs and traditions endure, defying time.
This austere island where his tender years were bruised. This harsh land that closes in on the dead... and returns them to the living years later, when the time seems right for them to put their childhood to rest, by facing the figures and ghosts that once crossed it.
Past and present intertwine, the memories of one explaining and perhaps unraveling the shadows of the other... and it’s only by confronting the darkness that he’ll find a strength he didn’t know he had, one that may—likely will—help him overcome the unspeakable.
In each book, Peter May, like a historian and anthropologist rolled into one, explores a page of the past, highlighting some of Scotland’s darker chapters: the omnipresence of religion, the conflict between Protestants and Catholics, the rituals marking the passage into adulthood, the terrible fate of orphans... the shadowy corners of the human soul.
A poetic, dense, and minimalist writing style that cuts to the essence, with just the right words to describe childhood, solitude, second chances—those who offer them and those who seize them—the weight of things... and happiness sometimes so close yet not always allowed to be grasped.
Three intense stories set in the same landscape: nature ever-present, the icy dampness, the slippery machair, the dry peat that fuels the fires... and Gaelic, that language with its harsh, guttural, rugged sounds?... which isn’t pronounced exactly as it’s written.
Peter May The Scottish Trilogy, Complete edition by Éditions du Rouergue Or In paperback, Actes Sud publisher, Babel Noir collection 1/ The Blackhouse 2/ The Lewis Man 3/ The Chessmen
The central character, Fin, a man who wasn’t gifted with lightness or whimsy at birth, used to be a cop. He isn’t anymore, having left the police after a personal tragedy... A crime with a modus operandi similar to a case he was handling brings him back to Lewis... He’ll stay there. Because the time seems right for him to retrace the steps of his own story... a story deeply rooted in this land of melancholic geography, this island battered and rebattered by the winds, frozen in the past, where beliefs and traditions endure, defying time.
This austere island where his tender years were bruised. This harsh land that closes in on the dead... and returns them to the living years later, when the time seems right for them to put their childhood to rest, by facing the figures and ghosts that once crossed it.
Past and present intertwine, the memories of one explaining and perhaps unraveling the shadows of the other... and it’s only by confronting the darkness that he’ll find a strength he didn’t know he had, one that may—likely will—help him overcome the unspeakable.
In each book, Peter May, like a historian and anthropologist rolled into one, explores a page of the past, highlighting some of Scotland’s darker chapters: the omnipresence of religion, the conflict between Protestants and Catholics, the rituals marking the passage into adulthood, the terrible fate of orphans... the shadowy corners of the human soul.
A poetic, dense, and minimalist writing style that cuts to the essence, with just the right words to describe childhood, solitude, second chances—those who offer them and those who seize them—the weight of things... and happiness sometimes so close yet not always allowed to be grasped.
Three intense stories set in the same landscape: nature ever-present, the icy dampness, the slippery machair, the dry peat that fuels the fires... and Gaelic, that language with its harsh, guttural, rugged sounds?... which isn’t pronounced exactly as it’s written.
Peter May The Scottish Trilogy, Complete edition by Éditions du Rouergue Or In paperback, Actes Sud publisher, Babel Noir collection 1/ The Blackhouse 2/ The Lewis Man 3/ The Chessmen
Tonight on Channel 5
Échappées belles in SENEGAL
https://television.telerama.fr/tele/magazine/echappees-belles,6640,emission162356169.php
https://television.telerama.fr/tele/magazine/echappees-belles,6640,emission162356169.php
Hi there,
I’m looking for links to the five episodes of the excellent 2014 France Culture podcast series called Pages from Nicolas Bouvier’s *The Way to the Orient*.
The episodes are: 1) Belgrade, 2) Tehran, 3) Afghanistan, 4) Ceylon, 5) Japan.
Unfortunately, they’re no longer available on France Culture.
Here’s the (expired) link to episode 1: https://www.radiofrance.fr/franceculture/podcasts/fictions-le-feuilleton/belgrade-9795251.
Maybe someone on this forum has downloaded these episodes or shared them on other platforms—like a blog, social media, or elsewhere.
Thanks so much in advance for any help!
Aude
For the kids and/or for us, do you have any good book recommendations for identifying and learning about the animals of Namibia (or Southern Africa)?
Hello to all travel lovers!
I'm leaving for several weeks to accompany groups in Namibia (I'm over the moon). It's a country I know because I've already spent three months there.
I'll be talking about culture, geography, history... but I'd also like to see my "clients" touched by the wildlife, maybe more specifically the birds. Unfortunately, I'm a lousy ornithologist.
:-p
So, if you could recommend a book on the world of birds we're about to see, that would be... awesome!
For those who are on the same journey as me and to avoid duplicates, here are the ones I've found (but haven't bought yet):
- *Compagnon de safari* by Oriol (2003) ??
- *Les oiseaux de l'ouest africain* by Serle and Morel (2005) ??
- *Guide des mammifères d'Afrique* by Kingdom (2013) ?? (No, birds aren't mammals!!)
- And then... that's not much 😕
Haven't found anything specific to Namibia.
So there you go, thank you all, and I wish you a very happy journey too!
I rarely post on the forum, but I've talked (well... written) a lot. Thanks for your attention! :-)
Nathaniel. (For those interested, I could share the link to photos from my previous trips.)
Beace!
I rarely post on the forum, but I've talked (well... written) a lot. Thanks for your attention! :-)
Nathaniel. (For those interested, I could share the link to photos from my previous trips.)
Beace!
In this charming open-air library, I came across a novel by Perumal Murugan, a Tamil writer and professor of Tamil literature, sometimes controversial because he’s accused of advocating too strongly for women’s rights.
It’s a harsh novel about love and caste. The love between Kumaresan and Saroja in today’s rural India.
The title: *The Pyre*(A belated tribute on this forum)
Abdulrazak Gurnah, an author with a unique journey and identity (Tanzania)
Big surprise in Stockholm: the 2021 Nobel Prize in Literature was awarded to novelist Abdulrazak Gurnah. The Tanzanian author, who writes in English, is best known for his novels Paradise (1994) and By the Sea (2001). He was recognized for his "uncompromising and compassionate portrayal of the effects of colonialism and the fate of refugees caught between cultures and continents", according to the Nobel Committee.His work moves away from "stereotypical descriptions and opens our eyes to a culturally diverse East Africa that is little known in many parts of the world".
Gurnah is the first African author since 2003 to win the prestigious prize, and the fifth from the African continent overall—following Wole Soyinka (1986), Naguib Mahfouz (1988), Nadine Gordimer (1991), and J.M. Coetzee (2003). Once again, the prize passed over Kenyan Ngugi wa Thiong’o, who has long been among the favorites for the award.
Born in Zanzibar (now part of Tanzania) in 1948, Abdulrazak Gurnah grew up in an Arab family originally from Yemen. He sought refuge in the UK in the late 1960s, a few years after independence, at a time when the Muslim minority there was being persecuted. He wasn’t able to return to Zanzibar until 1984.
Since 1987, he has published around ten novels and several short stories in English (his native language is Swahili). None have become bestsellers, but his body of work as a whole offers a different perspective on issues like immigration and cultural diversity. His work sheds light on the effects of colonialism, exile, and the plight of refugees, "speaking" of his love for Africa and his fight against neocolonialism. Though Gurnah’s stories aren’t explicitly autobiographical, they’re inspired by his life as an immigrant in the UK.
Gurnah was also a professor of English and postcolonial literature at the University of Kent in Canterbury until his recent retirement.
Does this award bring more attention to African literature? Who knows? At the very least, it might give it a boost. If African literature is less visible in the West, it’s partly because it isn’t widely accessible: Gurnah is rarely translated into French or German, and not at all into Arabic.
In Tanzania and its Zanzibar archipelago, he’s being celebrated with joy. "This means a lot for Zanzibar’s struggle for self-determination," says Ismail Jussa, a literary critic from Zanzibar. "It helps put Zanzibar back on the map." The Swedish Committee acknowledged that his work has helped understand "the divisions caused by colonialists, but also the heartbreak of being torn between the homeland one comes from and the life of exile one is forced into."
By the Sea. Bloomsbury Publishing, 2001 (Fr.: Près de la Mer. Galaade Éd., 2006)
Paradise. Bloomsbury Publishing, 1994/2004 (Fr.: Paradis. Motifs, 1999)
Desertion. Bloomsbury Publishing, 2005 (Fr.: Adieu Zanzibar. Galaade Éd., 2009)
Afterlives. Bloomsbury Publishing, 2020 (Fr.: Les vies d’après. Denoël, 2023)
Hery
Abdulrazak Gurnah, an author with a unique journey and identity (Tanzania)
Big surprise in Stockholm: the 2021 Nobel Prize in Literature was awarded to novelist Abdulrazak Gurnah. The Tanzanian author, who writes in English, is best known for his novels Paradise (1994) and By the Sea (2001). He was recognized for his "uncompromising and compassionate portrayal of the effects of colonialism and the fate of refugees caught between cultures and continents", according to the Nobel Committee.His work moves away from "stereotypical descriptions and opens our eyes to a culturally diverse East Africa that is little known in many parts of the world".
Gurnah is the first African author since 2003 to win the prestigious prize, and the fifth from the African continent overall—following Wole Soyinka (1986), Naguib Mahfouz (1988), Nadine Gordimer (1991), and J.M. Coetzee (2003). Once again, the prize passed over Kenyan Ngugi wa Thiong’o, who has long been among the favorites for the award.
Born in Zanzibar (now part of Tanzania) in 1948, Abdulrazak Gurnah grew up in an Arab family originally from Yemen. He sought refuge in the UK in the late 1960s, a few years after independence, at a time when the Muslim minority there was being persecuted. He wasn’t able to return to Zanzibar until 1984.
Since 1987, he has published around ten novels and several short stories in English (his native language is Swahili). None have become bestsellers, but his body of work as a whole offers a different perspective on issues like immigration and cultural diversity. His work sheds light on the effects of colonialism, exile, and the plight of refugees, "speaking" of his love for Africa and his fight against neocolonialism. Though Gurnah’s stories aren’t explicitly autobiographical, they’re inspired by his life as an immigrant in the UK.
Gurnah was also a professor of English and postcolonial literature at the University of Kent in Canterbury until his recent retirement.
Does this award bring more attention to African literature? Who knows? At the very least, it might give it a boost. If African literature is less visible in the West, it’s partly because it isn’t widely accessible: Gurnah is rarely translated into French or German, and not at all into Arabic.
In Tanzania and its Zanzibar archipelago, he’s being celebrated with joy. "This means a lot for Zanzibar’s struggle for self-determination," says Ismail Jussa, a literary critic from Zanzibar. "It helps put Zanzibar back on the map." The Swedish Committee acknowledged that his work has helped understand "the divisions caused by colonialists, but also the heartbreak of being torn between the homeland one comes from and the life of exile one is forced into."
By the Sea. Bloomsbury Publishing, 2001 (Fr.: Près de la Mer. Galaade Éd., 2006)
Paradise. Bloomsbury Publishing, 1994/2004 (Fr.: Paradis. Motifs, 1999)
Desertion. Bloomsbury Publishing, 2005 (Fr.: Adieu Zanzibar. Galaade Éd., 2009)
Afterlives. Bloomsbury Publishing, 2020 (Fr.: Les vies d’après. Denoël, 2023)
Hery
I just read this introduction
https://www.isabelleetlevelo.fr/2024/11/27/les-archives-de-lucien-peraire-enfin-prises-en-charge/
Then I went to the site created by La Maison des Sciences de l’Homme.
https://peraire.huma-num.fr/
It’s a scholarly site, an inventory of all the documents from his journey.
I read the presentation of his travel journals.
https://peraire.huma-num.fr/introduction.php
I was immediately won over by the man and the excerpts from his travel journals. What he writes feels like documentation of the peoples and societies he encountered, along with reflections that lead to broader thoughts on our humanity.
It really whets the appetite. Unfortunately, Éditions Garnier gave up on publishing his account. Péraire self-published it under the title *À travers le monde à vélo et en espéranto*, but it seems impossible to find.
The French journals are readable on the site, but they’re facsimiles. They’re handwritten and in an uncomfortable format—PDF. Plus, the ink has faded in parts.
Happy travels
https://www.isabelleetlevelo.fr/2024/11/27/les-archives-de-lucien-peraire-enfin-prises-en-charge/
Then I went to the site created by La Maison des Sciences de l’Homme.
https://peraire.huma-num.fr/
It’s a scholarly site, an inventory of all the documents from his journey.
I read the presentation of his travel journals.
https://peraire.huma-num.fr/introduction.php
I was immediately won over by the man and the excerpts from his travel journals. What he writes feels like documentation of the peoples and societies he encountered, along with reflections that lead to broader thoughts on our humanity.
It really whets the appetite. Unfortunately, Éditions Garnier gave up on publishing his account. Péraire self-published it under the title *À travers le monde à vélo et en espéranto*, but it seems impossible to find.
The French journals are readable on the site, but they’re facsimiles. They’re handwritten and in an uncomfortable format—PDF. Plus, the ink has faded in parts.
Happy travels
Hello,
Some travel to the ends of the Earth to climb Everest, but I set off more modestly to take on a challenge just as beautiful and demanding: walking the entire coast of Brittany.
Four months on the land of my ancestors... Four months with my thoughts... Four months living an adventure that changed my life...
No mountain to climb, no extreme weather conditions—just following the ocean and putting one foot in front of the other for 2,100 km to connect Saint-Nazaire to Mont Saint-Michel along the Customs Officers' Path.
I’d never walked that many days in a row. No performance to achieve, no record to break—just a path I followed. More than a path, I’d say it was a journey. I let my steps carry me, gradually letting go of the plan I’d set for myself to truly embrace the moment. I lived one of the most beautiful experiences of my life. An unforgettable adventure filled with encounters, joy, tears, and powerful moments etched into my memory. How could I not be touched by the warmth of the Bretons who opened their doors—and above all, their hearts—to me?
I cried tears of happiness. It felt so good. I felt alive, present, connected to myself and to others. I celebrated life. Everything reminded me of the luck I had to be on Earth. Everything amazed me—from the sound of the waves to the songs of birds, the endless colors of the sea, and the wind rushing through the trees, not to mention all the little signs life sent my way. I loved all those "chances" (were they really just coincidences?), all those unexpected encounters. Yes, life is beautiful! This path reminded me of the luck I have to be alive and here on this Earth. When you wake up every day to the sound of nature, how can you not appreciate your existence?
Everyone walks for a reason, whether it’s the Camino de Santiago or the Customs Officers' Path—it’s first and foremost a personal journey. I wanted to experience long-distance walking to discover new things. I got my share of answers, but also new questions. I wrote in my travel journal every day to remember every moment, every sensation, every encounter, every thought.
Now, it’s time to share this adventure with as many people as possible through a book I’ve been working on for two years... Readers’ feedback has been unanimous: "It’s simply a brilliant book."
I truly hope it will inspire you and give you the desire to pursue your own dreams too.
The book is available in bookstores, on Amazon, and on my website GR34 Aventure if you’d like a signed copy.
Thank you
Some travel to the ends of the Earth to climb Everest, but I set off more modestly to take on a challenge just as beautiful and demanding: walking the entire coast of Brittany.
Four months on the land of my ancestors... Four months with my thoughts... Four months living an adventure that changed my life...
No mountain to climb, no extreme weather conditions—just following the ocean and putting one foot in front of the other for 2,100 km to connect Saint-Nazaire to Mont Saint-Michel along the Customs Officers' Path.
I’d never walked that many days in a row. No performance to achieve, no record to break—just a path I followed. More than a path, I’d say it was a journey. I let my steps carry me, gradually letting go of the plan I’d set for myself to truly embrace the moment. I lived one of the most beautiful experiences of my life. An unforgettable adventure filled with encounters, joy, tears, and powerful moments etched into my memory. How could I not be touched by the warmth of the Bretons who opened their doors—and above all, their hearts—to me?
I cried tears of happiness. It felt so good. I felt alive, present, connected to myself and to others. I celebrated life. Everything reminded me of the luck I had to be on Earth. Everything amazed me—from the sound of the waves to the songs of birds, the endless colors of the sea, and the wind rushing through the trees, not to mention all the little signs life sent my way. I loved all those "chances" (were they really just coincidences?), all those unexpected encounters. Yes, life is beautiful! This path reminded me of the luck I have to be alive and here on this Earth. When you wake up every day to the sound of nature, how can you not appreciate your existence?
Everyone walks for a reason, whether it’s the Camino de Santiago or the Customs Officers' Path—it’s first and foremost a personal journey. I wanted to experience long-distance walking to discover new things. I got my share of answers, but also new questions. I wrote in my travel journal every day to remember every moment, every sensation, every encounter, every thought.
Now, it’s time to share this adventure with as many people as possible through a book I’ve been working on for two years... Readers’ feedback has been unanimous: "It’s simply a brilliant book."
I truly hope it will inspire you and give you the desire to pursue your own dreams too.
The book is available in bookstores, on Amazon, and on my website GR34 Aventure if you’d like a signed copy.
Thank you
I just came across an incredible magazine: America. Nearly 200 pages per issue. This quarterly, which will only be published during Trump’s presidency, gives a voice to the greatest French and American writers to try to understand America in the age of Donald Trump through reports, investigations, major interviews, and columns.
Issue 5 (america.aboshop.fr/...n/product-article/11) is entirely dedicated to what we all love here and is titled "What Remains of Wild America?" It covers wide-open spaces, nature, national parks, and shows how Trump has launched a systematic demolition of America’s environmental legacy. I’m thinking of buying the whole collection because this magazine is truly extraordinary.
Issue 5 (america.aboshop.fr/...n/product-article/11) is entirely dedicated to what we all love here and is titled "What Remains of Wild America?" It covers wide-open spaces, nature, national parks, and shows how Trump has launched a systematic demolition of America’s environmental legacy. I’m thinking of buying the whole collection because this magazine is truly extraordinary.
Hello everyone. Colombia is a country that has been plagued by clichés for decades—often unflattering ones—that, of course, don’t reflect (or only in a very caricatured way) the realities. Having lived in Cali for eight years, where I worked, I discovered a land full of life, colors, and diversity. If you're planning to explore this country that gave birth to the myth of El Dorado (which, by the way, is the name of Bogotá’s airport), you can certainly pick up the various guides published about it. For my part, I’d like to recommend one of the rare "beautiful books" (photos and text) dedicated to this country. It’s just been released by Géorama and is titled *Colombia, Magia de la Vida*. Click here to learn more by browsing the official site. I’m the author, and I’m happy to answer any questions or comments about Colombia or this book. Thanks, and happy travels!
A fascinating documentary about a Khmer treasure discovered in the Savannakhet region. The documentary places this discovery within the cultural environment of the Khmer era, from Wat Phu (Champassak - Laos) to Angkor (Cambodia).
https://www.arte.tv/fr/videos/116856-000-A/laos-le-tresor-oublie-de-la-civilisation-khmere/
Bonjour à tous,
Je compte voyager en Grande-Bretagne (quand cette crise sera finie) et voudrais savoir quels livres vous me conseilleriez pour la découvrir en termes d'histoire, de culture, de politique, etc. ; et je recherche des œuvres littéraires comme des romans, des récits de voyages ou des essais, pas pas des guides de voyages.
Merci,
Caro
Je compte voyager en Grande-Bretagne (quand cette crise sera finie) et voudrais savoir quels livres vous me conseilleriez pour la découvrir en termes d'histoire, de culture, de politique, etc. ; et je recherche des œuvres littéraires comme des romans, des récits de voyages ou des essais, pas pas des guides de voyages.
Merci,
Caro
Je vous invite à découvrir mon récit de voyage publié chez BoD : https://www.bod.fr/librairie/les-immensites-secretes-matthieu-stelvio-9782322236336
Vous pouvez consulter des illustrations sur cette page : https://atlae.blogspot.com/2020/09/parution-du-livre-les-immensites.html
J'espère qu'il intéressera au moins l'un d'entre vous...
Matthieu
Vous pouvez consulter des illustrations sur cette page : https://atlae.blogspot.com/2020/09/parution-du-livre-les-immensites.html
J'espère qu'il intéressera au moins l'un d'entre vous...
Matthieu