Plateforme au cinéma...par Houellebecq
by Arnaudparis
This discussion is in French, the community’s main language.
Original post
Michel Houellebecq change d'éditeur pour faire du cinéma LE MONDE | 28.04.04 (...) Avant de se lancer dans ce nouveau projet, il venait d'écrire, avec Emmanuèle Bernheim, un scénario de son précédent roman, Plateforme (Flammarion, 2001), qu'il voulait réaliser lui-même. "Je n'avais pas envie de réaliser Les Particules élémentaires. Mais je voulais tourner Plateforme, car je n'ai pas tout dit sur la transformation visuelle du monde opérée par le. Il manque des images." Le projet ne pourra voir le jour qu'après l'aventure d'Une île. Il faut a priori faire un effort pour imaginer Houellebecq derrière la caméra, dirigeant des acteurs. Il en ressent le besoin : "Par moments, l'extrême solitude qui accompagne l'écriture d'un roman donne envie de quelque chose d'opposé et d'avoir une équipe."
après un livre qui (selon mes goûts) est à peine (et c'est de la sorte faire preuve de munificence) digne d'être appelé livre, que pourrait-on attendre de la transposition cinématographique ? Je suivrai quand même la critique, par curiosité.
Merci pour cette info.
Merci pour cette info.
Elle était débout la ville !!!
> après un livre qui (selon mes goûts) est à peine (et c'est de la sorte faire preuve de munificence) digne d'être appelé livre, que pourrait-on attendre de la transposition cinématographique ? Je suivrai quand même la critique, par curiosité.
Peut-etre un nouveau proces du Routard et de Hachette a son encontre !
Le probleme de Houellebecq n'est pas qu'il soit un mauvais ecrivain ni meme que ses histoires dans le fond soient ininteressantes, mais plutot que de temps en temps il nous pete les plombs en direct dans ses bouquins.
Devrait changer de psy a mon avis...
Peut-etre un nouveau proces du Routard et de Hachette a son encontre !
Le probleme de Houellebecq n'est pas qu'il soit un mauvais ecrivain ni meme que ses histoires dans le fond soient ininteressantes, mais plutot que de temps en temps il nous pete les plombs en direct dans ses bouquins.
Devrait changer de psy a mon avis...
moi j'aime bien son book, qd il était sorti je l'avais dévoré, mon coloc je lui est filé...en une après-midi idem...c'est qd même criant de simplicté toute bête mais tout vraie...
Moi aussi j'ai aimé les particules (entre autres) et je suis persuadée que Houellebecq est quelqu'un d'attachant sous son apparence provocatrice...
un chemin et la caresse du vent, alors je pars en voyage...
"Les Particules élémentaires", déjà, devaient être apportées à l'écran, et puis, par bonheur, le projet a fait plouf, faute de financement. "Plate-forme" connaîtra-t-il la même issue? On retient son souffle... Dommage que tu accordes "une tribune" à un personnage qui n'a aucun talent ( j'essaie vraiment d'être objectif) et qui surfe sur une vague modo-polémico-médiatico-etc. Lire un bouquin en une après-midi ne signifie rien. On peut rester longtemps béat devant quelqu'un ou quelque chose avant de s'apercevoir que c'est un charlatan ou une supercherie. Et en une après-midi, on peut se contenter de lire "seulement" 3 chapitres d'un Marivaux ou d'un Maupassant et ressentir un grand bonheur.
Houellebecq n'est pas un cas isolé. Le paysage intellectuel regorge d'écrivaillons qui gagnent énormément d'argent en livrant régulièrement des nullités. (Et notre homme est en plus domicilié fiscalement en Irlande; une grande âme, c'est sûr).
Khaldoun
Houellebecq n'est pas un cas isolé. Le paysage intellectuel regorge d'écrivaillons qui gagnent énormément d'argent en livrant régulièrement des nullités. (Et notre homme est en plus domicilié fiscalement en Irlande; une grande âme, c'est sûr).
Khaldoun
la critique est facile...l'art est...
Houellebecq n'est pas dans une ligne "modo-polémico-médiatico-etc"...par contre le critiquer de la sorte est effectivement très tendance rive gauche...certains en ont même fait des ouvrages entiers...tu es parfaitement dans la norme...désolant...
tu écris "Le paysage intellectuel regorge d'écrivaillons" et bien non!!!!!!!!!!!!!! il ne regorge de rien car il est désormais cataleptique, inerte...à l'agonie...la pensée unique prévaut tellement prévisible...comme ton post...
Houellebecq n'est pas dans une ligne "modo-polémico-médiatico-etc"...par contre le critiquer de la sorte est effectivement très tendance rive gauche...certains en ont même fait des ouvrages entiers...tu es parfaitement dans la norme...désolant...
tu écris "Le paysage intellectuel regorge d'écrivaillons" et bien non!!!!!!!!!!!!!! il ne regorge de rien car il est désormais cataleptique, inerte...à l'agonie...la pensée unique prévaut tellement prévisible...comme ton post...
Les visions pessimistes et simplistes ne sont pas de la fumisterie mais une façon de réaliser (contraire de déréaliser, rendre une vision réalisante...) ce qui est pailleté ailleurs. ça fait pas plaisir à lire, ça donne pas envie de sourire, mais c'est précis, descriptif, analytique, ironique, finalement savoureux, quand on a le courage de chercher autre chose que les paillettes dans sa vie.
Plateforme adapté ? Je suis curieuse, tant mieux, tant mieux. Peut-être y aura-t-il davantage de réflexions politiques pour saborder le tourisme sexuel par exemple.
Le film Chaos de Colline Serreau a provoqué une mouvance politique et des actions autour de la prostitution en tout cas.
Un film semble avoir plus d'impact qu'un livre selon son degré de visibilité. Peut-être verra-t-on ou comprendra-t-on le livre différemment par la suite...
Merci de l'info en tout cas.
Plateforme adapté ? Je suis curieuse, tant mieux, tant mieux. Peut-être y aura-t-il davantage de réflexions politiques pour saborder le tourisme sexuel par exemple.
Le film Chaos de Colline Serreau a provoqué une mouvance politique et des actions autour de la prostitution en tout cas.
Un film semble avoir plus d'impact qu'un livre selon son degré de visibilité. Peut-être verra-t-on ou comprendra-t-on le livre différemment par la suite...
Merci de l'info en tout cas.
"par contre le critiquer de la sorte est effectivement très tendance rive gauche..." J'aime bien les personnes qui ont de l'humour ....
La provoc facile (qui pallie bien, ma foi, à une manque d'érudition et de sagesse) n'est pas un grand art, et au contraire, au jour d'aujourd'hui c'est tellement prévisible, tellement ennuyeux, tellement dans le "déjà vu" .... La finesse, l'élegance, le soin et la sobrieté (assez des surenchères) dans la pensée aujourd'hui sont le vrai luxe (si rare) d'un intellectuel.
Si quelqu'un peut me conseiller, dans l'extraordinaire bibliographie de Barbara Cartland, ses oeuvres majeures, je suis preneuse ....
La provoc facile (qui pallie bien, ma foi, à une manque d'érudition et de sagesse) n'est pas un grand art, et au contraire, au jour d'aujourd'hui c'est tellement prévisible, tellement ennuyeux, tellement dans le "déjà vu" .... La finesse, l'élegance, le soin et la sobrieté (assez des surenchères) dans la pensée aujourd'hui sont le vrai luxe (si rare) d'un intellectuel.
Si quelqu'un peut me conseiller, dans l'extraordinaire bibliographie de Barbara Cartland, ses oeuvres majeures, je suis preneuse ....
Elle était débout la ville !!!
Ce n'est pas du tout de la provoque mais un rappel de l'actualité 2002...souviens toi Le rappel à l'ordre de Lindenberg..."Monsieur le professeur de sciences politiques" nous expliquait en quoi houellebecq était à condamner...et bien moi je dis non...ses critiques intello il se les garde...moi j'aime bien même si ce n'est pas politiquement correct...
"La finesse, l'élegance, le soin et la sobrieté" modeste en tout cas...
"La finesse, l'élegance, le soin et la sobrieté" modeste en tout cas...
... je pense au contraire que la logorrhée de notre "ami" Houellebecq s'assimile plus à un phénomène de mode, une sorte de produit bien marketté qui, à force de faire dans la provoc' facile et "m'as-tu vu" comme beaucoup en font déjà et souvent mieux, en devient tout naturellement conventionnel et finalement très "politiquement correct"
... tant, c'est bien connu, "les extrêmes finissent toujours par se rencontrer" ... et s'entre-reconnaître !
(désolé, je n'ai aucune citation littéraire à faire ...)
... tant, c'est bien connu, "les extrêmes finissent toujours par se rencontrer" ... et s'entre-reconnaître !
(désolé, je n'ai aucune citation littéraire à faire ...)
"L'art est...", de l'art chez Houellebecq, il fallait y penser... En tout cas, mon post n'avait pas pour finalité de te mettre dans un état pareil. L'idée que ce type est un piètre écrivain est celle de pas mal de gens (la majorité a parfois raison) et il n'est qu'à considérer les quelques avis (certains sont sans nuance!) qui se sont exprimé sur cette page pour s'en convaincre. Alors, balancer (rageusement) la thèse de l'acharnement et de la pensée unique est un air aussi connu et usé que celui de la promenade "rive gauche". Certains déçus, quand tu leur demandes pourquoi ils ont lu ses niaiseries, te répondent avec un brin de fatalisme "Ah ben, j'avais entendu parler de lui"...Tout est dit.
Pour ce qui est du paysage intellectuel, il est assurément pollué, mais il n'est pas besoin, pour autant, de verser dans le morbide. Le réservoir des grands écrivains est bien fourni; il se remplit actuellement au compte-gouttes, mais régulièrement. Il faudrait juste, pour y accéder, séparer un minimum le bon grain de l'ivraie . Ceci dit, bien évidemment, chacun a ses goûts et tu es tout à fait libre d'encenser qui tu veux.
Khaldoun
Pour ce qui est du paysage intellectuel, il est assurément pollué, mais il n'est pas besoin, pour autant, de verser dans le morbide. Le réservoir des grands écrivains est bien fourni; il se remplit actuellement au compte-gouttes, mais régulièrement. Il faudrait juste, pour y accéder, séparer un minimum le bon grain de l'ivraie . Ceci dit, bien évidemment, chacun a ses goûts et tu es tout à fait libre d'encenser qui tu veux.
Khaldoun
"Simpliste" est un terme qui a une connotation résolument péjorative. Les visions simplistes sont par définition insuffisantes, superficielles et, plus grave, trompeuses. Elles manquent de réflexion, de profondeur, d'investigation, de recul... La bêtise n'est pas loin. Des doctrines démagogiques ou criminelles utilisent des images, des messages, des visions simplistes. Et quand des "écrivains" s'y mettent, c'est le bouquet...
Khaldoun
Khaldoun
"En revanche je me permets un conseil de base : lis avant de répondre".
tjrs aussi modeste...!!!!!!!!!
tjrs aussi modeste...!!!!!!!!!
Bonjour,
En tt cas ce bonhomme ne laisse personne indifférent. Je n'ai malheureusement vu dans cette discussion aucun avis un tant soi peu nuancé, la grande majorité des posts se divisant entre la sentence de mort et l'hagiographie défensive... Si "la possibilité d'une île" m'a un peu ennuyé (sans doute parcequ'il laboure toujours le meme sillon et qu'à force l'effet de surprise disparait), j'avais beaucoup aimé "extension du domaine de la lutte", "les particules elementaires" et "plateforme". Pour les connaisseurs il a également publié une excellente biographie de HP Lovecraft que je recommande à tous ceux qui s'interessent au grand maître du fantastique des années 20. Ces livres m'avaient plu car ils avaient un fond. Nul besoin d'épouser les thèses schopenhauriennes de Houellebecq pour apprécier ses livres, il a le talent de les rendre cohérentes, de nous permettre ainsi de pénétrer l'esprit de quelqu'un qui ne ressemble à personne (au propre comme au figuré) et qui a une vision du monde ! c'est devenu si rare aujourd'hui. Alors le style en fait tiquer certains, qui le trouvent désespéremment plat. Ce style n'appartient qu'à lui - il y a vraiment une "patte houellebecq", ca aussi c'est rare - et il l'a forgé justement pour rendre compte de l'état d'esprit désenchanté de ses héros. A mon sens la grande force de l'auteur est - à travers le quotidien moyen de francais très moyens - de dresser le portait d'une époque. Voila ou nous en sommes au tournant du siècle : en faisant exploser les valeurs traditionnelles mai 68 a bouleversé les comportements sexuels en ce qu'il les a calqués sur un modèle economique fondé sur la compétition qui, depuis la chute du mur, règne partout en maître. Le tourisme sexuel, sujet central de Plateforme, est d'ailleurs une manifestation extrème de ce décalquage. Son oeuvre ouvre également certaines pistes qui auront sans doute un grand rôle dans le futur proche de nos sociétés : le terrorisme islamique (c'est une évidence mais je rappelle que Plateforme a été publié un mois avant nine eleven), une nécessaire modernisation de la lecture du Coran (c'est deja moins évident), le clonage humain (tabou ultime, eu égard aux craintes de dérives eugénistes, qui n'est de ce fait jamais sérieusement abordé), les sectes (qui répondent au besoin grandissant des foules sentimentales, déboussolées par un monde désenchanté et matérialiste). En fait, je n'ai l'avis de Houellebecq ni sur le sexe, ni sur l'amélioration de l'humain ni meme sur la dangerosité réelle de Raël et de ses affidés mais s'il n'apporte pas selon moi les bonnes réponses, il a la capacité de prendre ce recul nécessaire qui lui fait poser les bonnes questions. Et puis, en exagérant le trait, est-il besoin d'être antisémite pour apprécier Céline ? Pour ceux qui veulent approfondir au-dela des romans : "Houellebecq non autorisé" de Denis Demonpion, maren sell editeurs, une biographie rigoureuse et sans complaisance inutile.
En tt cas ce bonhomme ne laisse personne indifférent. Je n'ai malheureusement vu dans cette discussion aucun avis un tant soi peu nuancé, la grande majorité des posts se divisant entre la sentence de mort et l'hagiographie défensive... Si "la possibilité d'une île" m'a un peu ennuyé (sans doute parcequ'il laboure toujours le meme sillon et qu'à force l'effet de surprise disparait), j'avais beaucoup aimé "extension du domaine de la lutte", "les particules elementaires" et "plateforme". Pour les connaisseurs il a également publié une excellente biographie de HP Lovecraft que je recommande à tous ceux qui s'interessent au grand maître du fantastique des années 20. Ces livres m'avaient plu car ils avaient un fond. Nul besoin d'épouser les thèses schopenhauriennes de Houellebecq pour apprécier ses livres, il a le talent de les rendre cohérentes, de nous permettre ainsi de pénétrer l'esprit de quelqu'un qui ne ressemble à personne (au propre comme au figuré) et qui a une vision du monde ! c'est devenu si rare aujourd'hui. Alors le style en fait tiquer certains, qui le trouvent désespéremment plat. Ce style n'appartient qu'à lui - il y a vraiment une "patte houellebecq", ca aussi c'est rare - et il l'a forgé justement pour rendre compte de l'état d'esprit désenchanté de ses héros. A mon sens la grande force de l'auteur est - à travers le quotidien moyen de francais très moyens - de dresser le portait d'une époque. Voila ou nous en sommes au tournant du siècle : en faisant exploser les valeurs traditionnelles mai 68 a bouleversé les comportements sexuels en ce qu'il les a calqués sur un modèle economique fondé sur la compétition qui, depuis la chute du mur, règne partout en maître. Le tourisme sexuel, sujet central de Plateforme, est d'ailleurs une manifestation extrème de ce décalquage. Son oeuvre ouvre également certaines pistes qui auront sans doute un grand rôle dans le futur proche de nos sociétés : le terrorisme islamique (c'est une évidence mais je rappelle que Plateforme a été publié un mois avant nine eleven), une nécessaire modernisation de la lecture du Coran (c'est deja moins évident), le clonage humain (tabou ultime, eu égard aux craintes de dérives eugénistes, qui n'est de ce fait jamais sérieusement abordé), les sectes (qui répondent au besoin grandissant des foules sentimentales, déboussolées par un monde désenchanté et matérialiste). En fait, je n'ai l'avis de Houellebecq ni sur le sexe, ni sur l'amélioration de l'humain ni meme sur la dangerosité réelle de Raël et de ses affidés mais s'il n'apporte pas selon moi les bonnes réponses, il a la capacité de prendre ce recul nécessaire qui lui fait poser les bonnes questions. Et puis, en exagérant le trait, est-il besoin d'être antisémite pour apprécier Céline ? Pour ceux qui veulent approfondir au-dela des romans : "Houellebecq non autorisé" de Denis Demonpion, maren sell editeurs, une biographie rigoureuse et sans complaisance inutile.
Récit :
- plongee a Koh Tao
- Thailande - LE RETOUR
- Egypte, février 2006
Autant je comprends les propos de ceux qui viennent ici nous communiquer leur passion de Houellebecq, autant j'ai du mal à cerner les motivations des posts (rageurs pour certains) à l'encontre de ses bouquins. Sans parler des jugements définitifs sur l'écrivain lui-même...
J'ai du mal à imaginer que les dénégateurs de l'écrivain l'aient réellement lu. Si c'était le cas, je leur tire un sacré coup de chapeau. Lire un écrivain qu'on abhorre, quel torture ! Puis venir en parler ici de surcroit, quel supplice ! Pour ma part, je suis incapable d'un tel masochisme ! A de rares exceptions, les livres que je n'aime pas je ne les termine pas et j'oublie leur auteur derechef.
J'eusse préféré que les contemteurs de Houellebecq nous parlent d'un auteur ou d'un livre qu'ils apprécient, c'eut été plus utile. Mais, il n'est pas trop tard pour bien faire... Le dernier livre que j'ai aimé "Voyage au bout de la nuit".(désolé pour le manque d'originalité) Dire que j'avais essayé de le lire à plusieurs reprises, sans y parvenir, découragé par la langue "parlée". mais on s'y fait, puis on adore, cette profusion d'image, ce style unique, ces descriptions réalistes.
J'ai du mal à imaginer que les dénégateurs de l'écrivain l'aient réellement lu. Si c'était le cas, je leur tire un sacré coup de chapeau. Lire un écrivain qu'on abhorre, quel torture ! Puis venir en parler ici de surcroit, quel supplice ! Pour ma part, je suis incapable d'un tel masochisme ! A de rares exceptions, les livres que je n'aime pas je ne les termine pas et j'oublie leur auteur derechef.
J'eusse préféré que les contemteurs de Houellebecq nous parlent d'un auteur ou d'un livre qu'ils apprécient, c'eut été plus utile. Mais, il n'est pas trop tard pour bien faire... Le dernier livre que j'ai aimé "Voyage au bout de la nuit".(désolé pour le manque d'originalité) Dire que j'avais essayé de le lire à plusieurs reprises, sans y parvenir, découragé par la langue "parlée". mais on s'y fait, puis on adore, cette profusion d'image, ce style unique, ces descriptions réalistes.
Les voyages améliorent les sages et empirent les sots.
bonsoir vincent et les autres..;
alors oui il y a des gens qui lisent même quand la lecture les rebute en premiere intention! j'avais lu le premier houellebecx, je n'arrive plus à me souvenir si c'etait les particules ou extensuion du domaine, navrée! à l'époque, j'avais trouvé ce livre pas mal, mais sans trop comprendre en quoi il était si remarquable. dernièrement, sur les conseils d'une copine j'ai décidé de lire "plateforme". et même s, je n'aime guere l'image que se donne cet écrivain dans la presse, j'ai un pêu l'impression qu'il sait utilise rla presse et touts la medias, j'ai quand même achete plateforme et je me suis attelée à sa lecture.
Tout d'abord je me suis enervée sur cette description stéréotypée du touriste.. tout y était, les marques de sac à dos, le magasin, le routard, enfin tout!!! loll là ça m'a vraiment semblé too much.. ceci étant et n'en déplaise à certain j'ai poursuivi la lecture! je ne sais pas si cela releve du masochisme mais parfois je me dis que si des gens que j'apprècie ont aimé, ça vaut le coup d'essayer de comprendre. mais je n'ai point compris! je conçois bien cette idée d'un auteur qui a une nouvelle visoin de la societe.. m'enfin dans plateforme on retrouve en gros l'argumentaire de SOS racaille, site qui depuis a téé interdit! et dans sa vison de société, houellebec me semble t il oublie les enjeux de pouvoir... sinon du point de vue littéraire, ben le m'ennuie beaucoiup en lisant ces bouqins.. mais ça ne concerne que moi.
alors oui il y a des gens qui lisent même quand la lecture les rebute en premiere intention! j'avais lu le premier houellebecx, je n'arrive plus à me souvenir si c'etait les particules ou extensuion du domaine, navrée! à l'époque, j'avais trouvé ce livre pas mal, mais sans trop comprendre en quoi il était si remarquable. dernièrement, sur les conseils d'une copine j'ai décidé de lire "plateforme". et même s, je n'aime guere l'image que se donne cet écrivain dans la presse, j'ai un pêu l'impression qu'il sait utilise rla presse et touts la medias, j'ai quand même achete plateforme et je me suis attelée à sa lecture.
Tout d'abord je me suis enervée sur cette description stéréotypée du touriste.. tout y était, les marques de sac à dos, le magasin, le routard, enfin tout!!! loll là ça m'a vraiment semblé too much.. ceci étant et n'en déplaise à certain j'ai poursuivi la lecture! je ne sais pas si cela releve du masochisme mais parfois je me dis que si des gens que j'apprècie ont aimé, ça vaut le coup d'essayer de comprendre. mais je n'ai point compris! je conçois bien cette idée d'un auteur qui a une nouvelle visoin de la societe.. m'enfin dans plateforme on retrouve en gros l'argumentaire de SOS racaille, site qui depuis a téé interdit! et dans sa vison de société, houellebec me semble t il oublie les enjeux de pouvoir... sinon du point de vue littéraire, ben le m'ennuie beaucoiup en lisant ces bouqins.. mais ça ne concerne que moi.
Je ne comprends pas la politique Houellebecq, ni les gens qui le considèrent comme un génie ni ceux qui crient à l'imposture.
Je n'ai lu qu'un seul de ses romans, les particules élémentaires. C'est un roman fantastique assez moyen. A ce niveau là Dan Simmons, Stephen King entre autres ont fait bien mieux. Il est vrai que ce n'est pas que cela car l'inrigue est noyée dans un galimatia plus ou moins intéressant sur notre époque, le nihilisme, le sexe, etc... Cette partie-là est finalement assez grossière. Qui se reconnait dans ce personnage qui passe son temps dans les clubs échangistes et se désole de la taille de son pénis ?
Houellebecq est pour moi un écrivain avec un certain talent. Mais ça s'arrête là. Le barouf qu'il entretient autour de son personnage, un peu énigmatique, un peu "barré", un peu provoc' est vraiment risible.
Je n'ai lu qu'un seul de ses romans, les particules élémentaires. C'est un roman fantastique assez moyen. A ce niveau là Dan Simmons, Stephen King entre autres ont fait bien mieux. Il est vrai que ce n'est pas que cela car l'inrigue est noyée dans un galimatia plus ou moins intéressant sur notre époque, le nihilisme, le sexe, etc... Cette partie-là est finalement assez grossière. Qui se reconnait dans ce personnage qui passe son temps dans les clubs échangistes et se désole de la taille de son pénis ?
Houellebecq est pour moi un écrivain avec un certain talent. Mais ça s'arrête là. Le barouf qu'il entretient autour de son personnage, un peu énigmatique, un peu "barré", un peu provoc' est vraiment risible.
Toujours aussi modeste, Houellebecq, venant de recevoir le prix Interallié, a déclaré qu'il aurait été incompréhensible qu'il ne soit pas récompensé.
Oui, j'ai vu le reportage sur son atitude lors de la remise du prix..et c'est hallucinantt...il a déclaré que de tte facon c'etait sur et certain que celui ci soit récompensé..
ah bah bien !!!
tchuss
bon we
"Si l'eau d'un étang reste immobile, elle devient stagnante, boueuse et fétiche. Elle ne peux rester claire, pure et transparente qui si elle remue et coule en liberté, il en est de même pour l'homme qui voyage"
C'est sur qu'il a un ego démesuré ! Mais de fait ca marche : les gens en parlent !! Alors ego ou stratégie marketing ? Les deux a mon avis. Il a très tot été persuadé de sa superiorité intellectuelle et de ses dons pour l'ecriture. En meme temps il a fait l'IDHEC (ecole de cinema réputée) et sait donc a merveille jouer de son image dans la petite lucarne. Pourquoi des lors ne pas joindre l'utile a l'agreable ?
Maintenant prenez un peu de recul : dans 20 ans - s'il a survécu a l'epreuve du temps - c'est avant tout de son oeuvre que l'on se souviendra. Ses declarations, ses interviews n'interesseront plus que quelques universitaires decrepis. Ainsi, de son oeuvre seule faites vous les juges.
Récit :
- plongee a Koh Tao
- Thailande - LE RETOUR
- Egypte, février 2006
Voilà qui me parait sage : considérer les oeuvres plutôt que le personnage.
Surtout qu'il se pourrait que l'homme ne soit pas vraiment le personnage que les médias (avec son consentement -mais c'est son jeu) nous montrent ...
Dolma
Surtout qu'il se pourrait que l'homme ne soit pas vraiment le personnage que les médias (avec son consentement -mais c'est son jeu) nous montrent ...
Dolma
un chemin et la caresse du vent, alors je pars en voyage...
Voilà qui est dit chère Dolma.
On pourrait parler de L.F. Céline! Mais c'est un autre roman...
Houellebecq a un ego démesuré. Mais pourquoi pas? Il est intelligent et en a conscience.
Sans en faire une idole ou un gourou (!), j'aime ses histoires, ses analyses. Les petites vies misérables, pathétiques, tellement contemporaine! Pas terrible les héros, mais pour ça il y a Harry Potter...
Et puis qui sommes nous, Khaldoun et les autres pour juger ainsi ? Si l'on aime pas un livre, notre gôut est-il si sûr et universel qu'il nous permette de ranger tel ou tel écrivain comme artiste dégénéré?
Et puis qui sommes nous, Khaldoun et les autres pour juger ainsi ? Si l'on aime pas un livre, notre gôut est-il si sûr et universel qu'il nous permette de ranger tel ou tel écrivain comme artiste dégénéré?
C'est quand meme assez incroyable : nous en sommes a la deuxieme page d'un fil de discussion sur Houellebecq, et personne n'a encore parlé de son humour. A croire que personne ici n'a compris quoi que ce soit a cet ecrivain. En particulier Plateforme, dont on parle ici : non seulement j'ai devoré ce livre tres enlevé, tres agreable (car Houellebecq a un grand talent de conteur), mais surtout, je me suis marré du debut a la fin. Des fois, je riais tellement dans les transports en commun avec ce livre, que les gens me regardaient bizarrement.
Extrait : "L'homme ressemblait un peu à Antoine Waechter jeune, si la chose est imaginable; mais en plus châtain, et avec une barbe bien taillée ; finalement il ne ressemblait pas tellement à Antoine Waechter mais plutôt à Robin des Bois, avec cependant quelque chose de suisse, ou pour mieux dire jurassien. Pour tout dire il ne ressemblait pas à grand-chose, mais il avait vraiment l'air d'un con."
Alors c'est vrai, La possibilite d'une ile n'est pas tout a fait a la hauteur de l'attente. Mais, Houellebecq a beau etre un grand reac (comme l'etaient les auteurs de la Bible et du Coran, ou encore Celine), il n'en est pas moins un grand ecrivain, et un remarquable observateur de notre societe liberale.
Extrait : "L'homme ressemblait un peu à Antoine Waechter jeune, si la chose est imaginable; mais en plus châtain, et avec une barbe bien taillée ; finalement il ne ressemblait pas tellement à Antoine Waechter mais plutôt à Robin des Bois, avec cependant quelque chose de suisse, ou pour mieux dire jurassien. Pour tout dire il ne ressemblait pas à grand-chose, mais il avait vraiment l'air d'un con."
Alors c'est vrai, La possibilite d'une ile n'est pas tout a fait a la hauteur de l'attente. Mais, Houellebecq a beau etre un grand reac (comme l'etaient les auteurs de la Bible et du Coran, ou encore Celine), il n'en est pas moins un grand ecrivain, et un remarquable observateur de notre societe liberale.
Mais, Houellebecq a beau etre un grand reac (comme l'etaient les auteurs de la Bible et du Coran, ou encore Celine), il n'en est pas moins un grand ecrivain, et un remarquable observateur de notre societe liberale.
On reconnait l'abonné aux Inrocks 😉
L'humour, ce n'est pas universel. J'ai lu tous les romans de Houellebecq sauf le dernier (vraiment pas envie) et, si j'ai apprécié "Extension du domaine de la lutte", j'ai moins aimé "les particules élémentaires" et "Plateforme" m'a carrément gonflé, surtout la seconde moitié et il ne m'a pas fait rire du tout. Son style est plat et me barbe, ses histoires sont sinistres, et pour moi, il n'est pas un grand écrivain, juste un petit faiseur qui utilise très bien les médias.
On reconnait l'abonné aux Inrocks 😉
L'humour, ce n'est pas universel. J'ai lu tous les romans de Houellebecq sauf le dernier (vraiment pas envie) et, si j'ai apprécié "Extension du domaine de la lutte", j'ai moins aimé "les particules élémentaires" et "Plateforme" m'a carrément gonflé, surtout la seconde moitié et il ne m'a pas fait rire du tout. Son style est plat et me barbe, ses histoires sont sinistres, et pour moi, il n'est pas un grand écrivain, juste un petit faiseur qui utilise très bien les médias.
Sois rassuré Nakata : il y a 2 personnes ici qui apprécient l'humour de Houellebecq (n'est-ce pas Opai ?) ! Donc nous sommes au moins 3...
Je n'irai cependant pas jusqu'à dire comme toi que personne n'a compris quoi que ce soit à cet écrivain !!! Ce qui plait aux uns peut ne pas convenir aux autres ; on peut donner son avis mais il me semble sage de respecter celui d'autrui... 🙂 !
Dolma
Je n'irai cependant pas jusqu'à dire comme toi que personne n'a compris quoi que ce soit à cet écrivain !!! Ce qui plait aux uns peut ne pas convenir aux autres ; on peut donner son avis mais il me semble sage de respecter celui d'autrui... 🙂 !
Dolma
un chemin et la caresse du vent, alors je pars en voyage...
Excellent, ton extrait ! On n’en demandait pas tant. Décriptage :
….Antoine Waechter…. : de quel droit se permet notre écrivain irlandais d’utiliser un nom, d’ évoquer un personnage, bien en chair et en os, en termes désobligeants ? Peu d’auteurs s’autorisent de telles libertés. C’est indécent et lâche ! Et puis Antoine Waechter, on peut lui trouver un air gauche, un côté rêveur ou irréaliste dans ces propositions en matière d’écologie. Mais c’est avant tout un homme politique "propre", intègre et hautement respectable. Dire qu’il y en a une, ici, qui nous parle, sans rire, de "respect d’autrui"… Ce doit être son humour à elle.
Il cite "Antoine Waechter", "Robin des Bois", …Waouh !!! Les références ! Quelle culture ! Quel homme ! Ce type est tellement bas de plafond dans ce qu’il écrit ! On en rit, vois-tu, mais d’une toute autre façon, au second degré. Quelle tristesse…
"Il avait vraiment l’air d’un con" : On touche ici à ce qui caractérise le mieux cet auteur : il est vulgaire. Bukowski, Henry Miller et Céline, par exemple, utilisent de temps en temps un style très familier, un langage tout en argot, mais leur prose ne s’arrête pas là. On trouve chez eux une remarquable polyvalence et une profondeur dans la réflexion, car ils ont du vécu, ces gars. Rien de tel dans le vocabulaire tristement banal et sans recherche de Michel Thomas. Après, on s’étonne que le langage du commun parte en vrille…
Pour ce qui est des "goûts à ne pas discuter", la formule est attrayante. Disons qu’à l’instar de n’importe quel produit fortement "marketisé", on a envie de dire: "Attention, il y a tromperie sur la marchandise. Méfiez-vous de la publicité. La qualité du produit est mauvaise et les bons bouquins ne sont pas ceux qu’on vous agite frénétiquement sous le pif ".
Sinon, j’ai admiré ta formulation feutrée, toute de prudence et de diplomatie concernant "La possibilité d’une île" : "il ne répond pas aux attentes", dis-tu sobrement. Allez, on va traduire : ce bouquin est nuuuuuuuuuuuuul !!! Il fait l’unanimité contre lui. Et dire qu’il a été primé ! Ici, à Strasbourg, pour sa sortie, deux librairies ont refait leur vitrine : devine ! Ils ont tout viré et étalé d’un bout à l’autre du présentoir des exemplaires de ce machin pendant une semaine entière. Vous avez dit "Bourrage de crâne" ?
Khaldoun
Nb : que ceux qui ont hurlé de rire en lisant l’extrait de Nakata lèvent le doigt. Le standard va sûrement exploser…
….Antoine Waechter…. : de quel droit se permet notre écrivain irlandais d’utiliser un nom, d’ évoquer un personnage, bien en chair et en os, en termes désobligeants ? Peu d’auteurs s’autorisent de telles libertés. C’est indécent et lâche ! Et puis Antoine Waechter, on peut lui trouver un air gauche, un côté rêveur ou irréaliste dans ces propositions en matière d’écologie. Mais c’est avant tout un homme politique "propre", intègre et hautement respectable. Dire qu’il y en a une, ici, qui nous parle, sans rire, de "respect d’autrui"… Ce doit être son humour à elle.
Il cite "Antoine Waechter", "Robin des Bois", …Waouh !!! Les références ! Quelle culture ! Quel homme ! Ce type est tellement bas de plafond dans ce qu’il écrit ! On en rit, vois-tu, mais d’une toute autre façon, au second degré. Quelle tristesse…
"Il avait vraiment l’air d’un con" : On touche ici à ce qui caractérise le mieux cet auteur : il est vulgaire. Bukowski, Henry Miller et Céline, par exemple, utilisent de temps en temps un style très familier, un langage tout en argot, mais leur prose ne s’arrête pas là. On trouve chez eux une remarquable polyvalence et une profondeur dans la réflexion, car ils ont du vécu, ces gars. Rien de tel dans le vocabulaire tristement banal et sans recherche de Michel Thomas. Après, on s’étonne que le langage du commun parte en vrille…
Pour ce qui est des "goûts à ne pas discuter", la formule est attrayante. Disons qu’à l’instar de n’importe quel produit fortement "marketisé", on a envie de dire: "Attention, il y a tromperie sur la marchandise. Méfiez-vous de la publicité. La qualité du produit est mauvaise et les bons bouquins ne sont pas ceux qu’on vous agite frénétiquement sous le pif ".
Sinon, j’ai admiré ta formulation feutrée, toute de prudence et de diplomatie concernant "La possibilité d’une île" : "il ne répond pas aux attentes", dis-tu sobrement. Allez, on va traduire : ce bouquin est nuuuuuuuuuuuuul !!! Il fait l’unanimité contre lui. Et dire qu’il a été primé ! Ici, à Strasbourg, pour sa sortie, deux librairies ont refait leur vitrine : devine ! Ils ont tout viré et étalé d’un bout à l’autre du présentoir des exemplaires de ce machin pendant une semaine entière. Vous avez dit "Bourrage de crâne" ?
Khaldoun
Nb : que ceux qui ont hurlé de rire en lisant l’extrait de Nakata lèvent le doigt. Le standard va sûrement exploser…
Je crois que Houellebecq doit une partie de son succès à la deception hargneuse d'une frange de ses lecteurs.
"Un type qui attire autant de vindicte sur lui-même, ne doit pas être si mauvais que cela" se dit le quidam.
Un mauvais livre, on l'oublie, on n'en parle même pas le plus souvent.
"Un type qui attire autant de vindicte sur lui-même, ne doit pas être si mauvais que cela" se dit le quidam.
Un mauvais livre, on l'oublie, on n'en parle même pas le plus souvent.
Les voyages améliorent les sages et empirent les sots.
Au moins Houellebecq a un mérite...Il permet à certain de se défouler, d'exercer tous leurs talents d'écriture et d'analyse.
Que c'est bon ce genre d'ennemi... ça permet de se divertir.
Khaldoun... tu l'aimes pas un peu quand même? Il t'occupe plus que Waechter!
Vu la violence de tes réflexion, on soupçonnerait presque un transfert, une identification!
Enfin, sérieusement... Tout cela n'est pas si grave. On ne va pas faire des autofafés j'espère... Pas tout de suite.
Enfin, sérieusement... Tout cela n'est pas si grave. On ne va pas faire des autofafés j'espère... Pas tout de suite.
La une "qui parle ici sans rire du respect d'autrui avec son humour à elle" rejoint Opai : ton analyse brillante nous permet de nous divertir ! Merci Khaldoun.
Dolma
Dolma
un chemin et la caresse du vent, alors je pars en voyage...
Bonjour Dolma,
Tu fais La Une ce matin ??
Tu fais La Une ce matin ??
Ah, je n'y avais pas pensé à celle-là ! Et je reconnais que ça me plait bien !! Heureusement que tu es là cher Ami 🙂...
Fais attention à ton humour quand même !
Dolma
Fais attention à ton humour quand même !
Dolma
un chemin et la caresse du vent, alors je pars en voyage...
Je me fais discret, je te rassure, mais... ...
Antoine Waechter…. : de quel droit se permet notre écrivain irlandais d’utiliser un nom, d’ évoquer un personnage, bien en chair et en os, en termes désobligeants ? Peu d’auteurs s’autorisent de telles libertés. C’est indécent et lâche !
C'est vrai que c'est tres vilain, ca, de critiquer les gens. D'ailleurs, les hommes de plumes, ecrivains ou journalistes, ne devraient parler des celebrites qu'en des termes flatteurs - surtout les puissants. La critique c'est mal.
Finalement, je suis convaincu : Houellebecq est tout de meme beaucoup moins drole que Khaldoun.
C'est vrai que c'est tres vilain, ca, de critiquer les gens. D'ailleurs, les hommes de plumes, ecrivains ou journalistes, ne devraient parler des celebrites qu'en des termes flatteurs - surtout les puissants. La critique c'est mal.
Finalement, je suis convaincu : Houellebecq est tout de meme beaucoup moins drole que Khaldoun.
Et Khaldoun écrit mieux que Houellebecq.
Ben dis donc, t'es remonté sur ce coup là Khaldoun ! Je pense que le sujet ne vaut vraiment pas un tel emportement.
Je n'ai lu que deux livres de Houellebecq (Les particules élémentaires et Extension du domaine de la lutte). Je n'ai pas trouvé ça génialissime, mais juste agréable à lire (sauf certaines scènes de sexe qui sont au delà de "mon supportable"); de bons petits romans populaires, originaux et plutôt bien écrits.
Pour ce qui est de l'écrivain, je me contrefiche de ce qu'on peut dire de lui.
Nb : que ceux qui ont hurlé de rire en lisant l’extrait de Nakata lèvent le doigt. Le standard va sûrement exploser…
Je n'ai pas hurlé de rire, mais j'ai trouvé ça plutôt drôle.
Je n'ai lu que deux livres de Houellebecq (Les particules élémentaires et Extension du domaine de la lutte). Je n'ai pas trouvé ça génialissime, mais juste agréable à lire (sauf certaines scènes de sexe qui sont au delà de "mon supportable"); de bons petits romans populaires, originaux et plutôt bien écrits.
Pour ce qui est de l'écrivain, je me contrefiche de ce qu'on peut dire de lui.
Nb : que ceux qui ont hurlé de rire en lisant l’extrait de Nakata lèvent le doigt. Le standard va sûrement exploser…
Je n'ai pas hurlé de rire, mais j'ai trouvé ça plutôt drôle.
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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.
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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.
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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