Freiheit!
Quel est le livre de votre vie?
by Freiheit
This discussion is in French, the community’s main language.
Original post
Boujour!!le livre de votre vie est un livre qui vous a passionné du début a la fin, qui vous a fait rêver, qui vous a encorselé voir envoûté, un livre qui vous a fait réfléchir, pensée et même ouvrir les yeux sur votre ignorance...un livre qui vous a fait réalisé des choses...triste ou heureuse...il y a quelques années j'ai trouvé ce livre a la bibliothèque "Du Fond De L'abîme" écrit par Hillel Seidman, intitulé aussi " le Journal du Ghetto de Varsovie"...un livre simple, modeste, mais un livre qui renferme un histoire incroyable, une histoire boulversante, touchante et déchirante..une histoire vrai, basé sur la triste réalité des Juifs du Ghetto de Varsovie durant la Deuxième Guerre Mondiale, un récit écrit par un Juif ( Hillel Seidman) qui vivait a l'intérieur du Ghetto, un homme religieux qui décida de consigner quotidiennement a l'intérieur de son journal ces pensées, la vie a l'intérieur de Ghetto, les souffrances, les atrocités, ces craintes etc....OUi, ce livre ma permis de voyager, OH que oui, un voyage au centre de l'enfer, a limite de l'iréel et de l'inimaginable...un triste voyage dans l'histoire....quel est le livre de votre vie? livre, Journal, poésie?? etc...
Freiheit!
Freiheit!
Ce n'est pas trés original mais aprés tant de lectures différentes:récits, romans, poésie..etc je reviens toujours et inéxorablment au Petit Prince!!!!sans hésiter c'est lui que j'emmenerai sur une ile déserte!
Nos dirigeants n'ont que le pouvoir que nous leurs accordons. Ils ne peuvent exercer leurs tyrannie que dans la mesure ou nous l'acceptons.
Ma patrie, c'est le monde, ma famille c'est l'humanité!
"Belle du Seigneur" d'Albert Cohen (et aussi toute l'oeuvre de Duras🙂, "Le livre des Fuites" de Le Clézio....
"le temps d'apprendre à vivre il est déjà trop tard" Aragon
J'ajouterai aussi, mais là je triche, quelques Paulo Coehlo!!!!(L'alchimiste, bien sur, mais aussi la cinquieme montagne, Sur le bord de la riviere Piedra!!)
Nos dirigeants n'ont que le pouvoir que nous leurs accordons. Ils ne peuvent exercer leurs tyrannie que dans la mesure ou nous l'acceptons.
Ma patrie, c'est le monde, ma famille c'est l'humanité!
- -C'est difficile de citer juste un ouvrage😉..je comprends loll...alors moi je dois avouer que j'ai un faible pour Ernest Hémingway "Le vieil homme et la mer" et Pour qui sonne le glas"...
Freiheit!!
Freiheit!!
C'est vrai qu'une seule reponse est difficile..d'autant que les anneés passant certains livres nous correspondent plus que d'autres et varient en fonction de nos humeurs;de nos perceptions de la vie....de nos différentes expériences.......pour ma part la lecture est mon moyen de transport préféré pour voyager à l'infini sans frontiéres ni bagages.Merci pour ce post ........
Nos dirigeants n'ont que le pouvoir que nous leurs accordons. Ils ne peuvent exercer leurs tyrannie que dans la mesure ou nous l'acceptons.
Ma patrie, c'est le monde, ma famille c'est l'humanité!
.......pour ma part la lecture est mon moyen de transport préféré pour voyager à l'infini sans frontiéres ni bagages....
tu as absolument raison...un voyage qui nous ouvre les portes de notre imaginaire et qui nous transporte au confins l'inconnu et a la lisière de l'évasion...
ps.quel livre correspond a ton humeur présentement??
Freiheit!
tu as absolument raison...un voyage qui nous ouvre les portes de notre imaginaire et qui nous transporte au confins l'inconnu et a la lisière de l'évasion...
ps.quel livre correspond a ton humeur présentement??
Freiheit!
Comme dans tout, je suis incapable de n'avoir qu'un ultime choix... il y en a trop.
En poésie, je dirais l'intégral d'Arthur Rimbaud, personnage de qui je me sens très proche, mais pour être plus précise je dirais le recueil d'Une saison en enfer, surtout pour les Vierges Folles.
Et dans les biographies (lecture que j'aime beaucoup) c'est la bio de nul autre que A.Rimbaud par Jean Petitclerc (de mémoire) qui m'a fait voyager le mieux. Assez pour avoir comme objectif un jour de refaire un peu le trajet qu'il a parcouru, des Ardennes jusqu'au Harar en passant par l'Allemagne, etc.
Dans la littérature classique, ce sera toujours Les Misérables... ça se passe de mots, j'ai tant pleuré en lisant cette oeuvre grandiose, cet immense tableau de personnages si bien dépeints, cette fresque de vies entrecroisées... pfff j'arrive même pas à décrire.
Et, je suis gênée de le dire parce que là je vais passer pour une grosse nulle : dans la ''fiction'' j'ai carrément dévoré Entretien avec un Vampire et toutes les chroniques rattachées... oui j'ai honte... lol Flagellez moi quelqu'un!!! lol
En poésie, je dirais l'intégral d'Arthur Rimbaud, personnage de qui je me sens très proche, mais pour être plus précise je dirais le recueil d'Une saison en enfer, surtout pour les Vierges Folles.
Et dans les biographies (lecture que j'aime beaucoup) c'est la bio de nul autre que A.Rimbaud par Jean Petitclerc (de mémoire) qui m'a fait voyager le mieux. Assez pour avoir comme objectif un jour de refaire un peu le trajet qu'il a parcouru, des Ardennes jusqu'au Harar en passant par l'Allemagne, etc.
Dans la littérature classique, ce sera toujours Les Misérables... ça se passe de mots, j'ai tant pleuré en lisant cette oeuvre grandiose, cet immense tableau de personnages si bien dépeints, cette fresque de vies entrecroisées... pfff j'arrive même pas à décrire.
Et, je suis gênée de le dire parce que là je vais passer pour une grosse nulle : dans la ''fiction'' j'ai carrément dévoré Entretien avec un Vampire et toutes les chroniques rattachées... oui j'ai honte... lol Flagellez moi quelqu'un!!! lol
''On ne peut contrôler le vent mais on peut ajuster les voiles''
''Pour chaque chose, une autre vie me semblait due'' A. Rimbaud
''Pour chaque chose, une autre vie me semblait due'' A. Rimbaud
Mon humeur du moment????je me replonge avec délice dans Bilbot le Hobbit......juste pour effleurer les elfes.
Nos dirigeants n'ont que le pouvoir que nous leurs accordons. Ils ne peuvent exercer leurs tyrannie que dans la mesure ou nous l'acceptons.
Ma patrie, c'est le monde, ma famille c'est l'humanité!
Louis-Ferdinand Céline... j'ai déjà 4 tentatives sur Voyage au bout de la nuit... mais je suis jamais allée au bout de son livre (quel jeu de mots! lol). Non pas que c'est pas bon... mais difficile à lire. Et long. Mais quelles vérités crues dans certains passages!
Et c'est pas lui qui est à l'origine de l'écriture ''automatique''? La morte amoureuse, et ce genre de nouvelles, c'est pas lui?
Si oui, ce n'est rien pour aider quelqu'un comme moi à apprécier son oeuvre...
Et c'est pas lui qui est à l'origine de l'écriture ''automatique''? La morte amoureuse, et ce genre de nouvelles, c'est pas lui?
Si oui, ce n'est rien pour aider quelqu'un comme moi à apprécier son oeuvre...
''On ne peut contrôler le vent mais on peut ajuster les voiles''
''Pour chaque chose, une autre vie me semblait due'' A. Rimbaud
''Pour chaque chose, une autre vie me semblait due'' A. Rimbaud
Merci Nakata pour ta reponse,
Elle est est un tout pour l'homme. Des temoignage en disent long. Et j'en parle en connaissance de cause. Lisez la en tant que créature devant / face au créateur si vous allez m'en parler
Encore merci,
Crois au Seigneur Jésus et tu seras sauvé toi et famille
Bonsoir Isabelle,
Ach... Celine et l'antisémitisme. Pour ma part, je pense que certaines idées, certains actes, si inexcusables soient-ils, n'enlèvent rien au génie et/ou au talent. J'aime Wagner... malgré tout. J'aime les films de Leni Riefenstahl et pourtant je ne partage pas le moindre du monde sa fascination pour Hitler. J'aime Picasso même s'il était un monstre. Bon, la liste est longue. Ah, j'écoute toujours Noir Désir... mais j'aime aussi beaucoup Marie Trintignant.
Et puisque je suis là, j'en profite pour répondre à la question de Freiheit. Le "livre de ma vie" est "Crimes et Châtiments " de Dostoïevski (pas sûre que ce soit au pluriel d'ailleurs). Je l'ai lu j'avais 20 ans. Il m'a fait l'effet d'une terrible claque. Après lui, plus rien. Pendant 6 mois je n'ai pas pu terminer un bouquin tellement tout ce que je lisais me paraissait insipide. Je l'ai relu il y a deux ou trois ans. Mouais... Car comme le dit très justement Veymont, nos goûts sont fonction de nos humeurs, de ce que nous vivons sur le moment, de notre âge aussi. Ils sont donc voués à évoluer. Heureusement ! Ce que j'ai "vécu" avec ce livre ne m'est plus jamais arrivé. Dommage ! A mes yeux, il restera LE livre.
Voilà pour moi.
Ach... Celine et l'antisémitisme. Pour ma part, je pense que certaines idées, certains actes, si inexcusables soient-ils, n'enlèvent rien au génie et/ou au talent. J'aime Wagner... malgré tout. J'aime les films de Leni Riefenstahl et pourtant je ne partage pas le moindre du monde sa fascination pour Hitler. J'aime Picasso même s'il était un monstre. Bon, la liste est longue. Ah, j'écoute toujours Noir Désir... mais j'aime aussi beaucoup Marie Trintignant.
Et puisque je suis là, j'en profite pour répondre à la question de Freiheit. Le "livre de ma vie" est "Crimes et Châtiments " de Dostoïevski (pas sûre que ce soit au pluriel d'ailleurs). Je l'ai lu j'avais 20 ans. Il m'a fait l'effet d'une terrible claque. Après lui, plus rien. Pendant 6 mois je n'ai pas pu terminer un bouquin tellement tout ce que je lisais me paraissait insipide. Je l'ai relu il y a deux ou trois ans. Mouais... Car comme le dit très justement Veymont, nos goûts sont fonction de nos humeurs, de ce que nous vivons sur le moment, de notre âge aussi. Ils sont donc voués à évoluer. Heureusement ! Ce que j'ai "vécu" avec ce livre ne m'est plus jamais arrivé. Dommage ! A mes yeux, il restera LE livre.
Voilà pour moi.
🙂Bonjour Sylvie,
Oui c'est sur qu'il faut relativiser Céline😛.Il faut mettre le tout dans son contexte:la France de la guerre et celle de l'apres-guerre.
Moi, j'adore Salman Rushdie, mais tout le monde va voir en lui Les Versets sataniques et son athéisme.Le pauvre!J'aime Sartre et Simone de Beauvoir, mais je trouve agacant de les voir photographiés en compagnie de Che Guevara.Par contre, pour moi(mon humble avis)je ne suis pas capable de dissocier l'artiste de l'homme. Et l'antisémitisme ouvert de certains de ses livres, comme Bagatelles pour un massacre, me répugne.
Au fait, moi aussi j'aime Noir Désir, j'aimais Marie Trintignant...mais c'est un autre débat.
🙂Cordialement.
Oui c'est sur qu'il faut relativiser Céline😛.Il faut mettre le tout dans son contexte:la France de la guerre et celle de l'apres-guerre.
Moi, j'adore Salman Rushdie, mais tout le monde va voir en lui Les Versets sataniques et son athéisme.Le pauvre!J'aime Sartre et Simone de Beauvoir, mais je trouve agacant de les voir photographiés en compagnie de Che Guevara.Par contre, pour moi(mon humble avis)je ne suis pas capable de dissocier l'artiste de l'homme. Et l'antisémitisme ouvert de certains de ses livres, comme Bagatelles pour un massacre, me répugne.
Au fait, moi aussi j'aime Noir Désir, j'aimais Marie Trintignant...mais c'est un autre débat.
🙂Cordialement.
Je suis passionnée par Céline, avant tout Céline auteur mais l'homme (homme artiste) présente tous les ingrédients pour également me fasciner: contesté et contestable, mesquin et grandiose, acteur et non seulement spectateur du mal ...
Et puis, arrêtons de croire que l'art va de pair avec la beauté intérieure !
Le livre de ma vie ? Comme en amour, le présent est toujours le meilleur ... donc au présent cela se déclinera sous les dialogues croustillants d'une époque révolue: celle de Jacques le Fataliste (que j'ai terminé il y a dix minutes).
Et puis, arrêtons de croire que l'art va de pair avec la beauté intérieure !
Le livre de ma vie ? Comme en amour, le présent est toujours le meilleur ... donc au présent cela se déclinera sous les dialogues croustillants d'une époque révolue: celle de Jacques le Fataliste (que j'ai terminé il y a dix minutes).
Elle était débout la ville !!!
Celine..voyage au bout de la nuit
j'ai decouvert ce livre en ricochant sur le "je le jure " de mon grand ami San Antonio. comme j'avais ricoche sur "les poetes" de jean ferrat pour decouvrir le "Hyperion" de Holderlin... Je ne m'etais pas arrete a l'antisemitisme de Celine (de toute evidence absent de ce roman), mais j'ai toujours bloque sur Camus..aucun roman lu malgre plusieurs tentatives...j'ai derive ma soif de lecture sur les livres de Mouloud Feraoun racontant la meme periode que la peste et l'etranger ...mais du point de vue de "l'indigene "...pas de lecture tendancieuse...juste un reflet de la bipolarite de cette societe a cette epoque ..pas toujours trouvable dans camus..malgre ses exces, edward said..reprend un peu ce point de vue dans son culture et imperialisme..psassons..
mais contrairement a vous vanquish, je ne suis jamais alle au bout du voyage avec Celine, probablement d'autres lectures plus pratico pratiques..ou d'autres betises moins interessantes encore..comme je ne suis jamais alle au bout du voyage de Conrad ...j'ai meme ete a quelques pages de finir "une journee d'Ivan denissovitch" de Soljenitsyne ..et en suis reste la...jusqu'au jour ou j'ai invente une facon de lire moins lineaire..
je prends un livre je l'ouvre a une page au hasard je lis jusqu'a m'arreter...l'autre fois je l'ouvre au hasard..je lis si je ne tombe pas sur une des pages precedemment lues sinon je reouvre le bouquin...jusqu'au jour ou apres 10 ou quinze tentatives d'ouverture je tombe sur des pages precedemment lues..
c'est comme cela que j'ai lu il y a 10 ans de cela la contrevie..peut-etre d'ailleurs que j'avais inaugure cette facon de lire avec ce bouquin..j'ai poursuivi avec le loup des steppes..puis avec les autres
mais dans ma jeunesse j'ai lu plus traditionnellement ;O)
j'ai lu une partie des oeuvres de jack London en attendant ma premiere copine devant le portail de la cite universitaire de ben Aknoun a Alger pendant qu'elle se faisait belle ...donc Jack London ..les temps maudits...donc ..confession d'un enfant du siecle de Musset...donc jacques le fataliste de diderot...donc memed le faucon de kemal...donc le monde selon garp de irving..donc...la rime et la raison de Jacques Bouveresse sur les reflexions ethiques et esthetiques de wittegenstein..donc..les petits enfants du siecle de C rochefort ...donc..portnoy et son complexe ..encore de Roth...donc ..nedjma de Kateb yacine ...donc le quai aux fleurs ne repond plus ..10/18 de Malek haddad...donc..samarcande ..et presque tous ceux de Malouf...donc..l'avalee des avales de Ducharme...donc...l'idiot de Dosteivesky..donc..quand j'avais cinq and je m'ai tue de Butten..donc... euuh..jsais plus...j'en ai pas un favori..c'est mon grand defaut ;O)
voili
Samir
j'ai lu une partie des oeuvres de jack London en attendant ma premiere copine devant le portail de la cite universitaire de ben Aknoun a Alger pendant qu'elle se faisait belle ...donc Jack London ..les temps maudits...donc ..confession d'un enfant du siecle de Musset...donc jacques le fataliste de diderot...donc memed le faucon de kemal...donc le monde selon garp de irving..donc...la rime et la raison de Jacques Bouveresse sur les reflexions ethiques et esthetiques de wittegenstein..donc..les petits enfants du siecle de C rochefort ...donc..portnoy et son complexe ..encore de Roth...donc ..nedjma de Kateb yacine ...donc le quai aux fleurs ne repond plus ..10/18 de Malek haddad...donc..samarcande ..et presque tous ceux de Malouf...donc..l'avalee des avales de Ducharme...donc...l'idiot de Dosteivesky..donc..quand j'avais cinq and je m'ai tue de Butten..donc... euuh..jsais plus...j'en ai pas un favori..c'est mon grand defaut ;O)
voili
Samir
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"..Il faut toujours prendre ses distances par rapport aux biens de ce monde. personnellement, j'en jouis, certes, mais je m'en fous..." San Antonio (Je le jure)
eldjoudhi, c'est que vous avez lu trop de livres... des livres dont je n'ai même jamais entendu parler.
J'admire vraiment votre vaste connaissance, et l'envie!
J'admire vraiment votre vaste connaissance, et l'envie!
''On ne peut contrôler le vent mais on peut ajuster les voiles''
''Pour chaque chose, une autre vie me semblait due'' A. Rimbaud
''Pour chaque chose, une autre vie me semblait due'' A. Rimbaud
j'avais oublie de dire que j'ai patine deux annees a l'universite des sciences pour cause d'amour chronique..ce qui m'a laisse le temps ..en plus d'aimer a temps plein...de lire et d'ecouter de la musique enormement...
Vanquish je vois que vous avez juste 27 ans..donc encore jeune..et avez immensement le temps de lire, d'observer et d'apprendre.. donnez vous le courage et l'audace..et surtout le temps...pour beaucouo c'est une perte de temps..mais venant d'un pays ex socialiste dont les portes etaient quasiment closes vers l'exterieur, j'ai du apprendre a voyager sans mon passeport ..et suis alle a la rencontre d'autres personnes et personnages au travers des livres que je lisais..a la rencontre d'autres cultures aussi de paysages...une femme qui a su finir le voyage au bout de la nuit est capable de transgresser ses envies ;O)
ha ha..me voila parlant presque comme un vieux sage ;O) ..pas de barbe blanche ici et pas d'aureole ..me demande mem ou sont passees mes naissantes cornes sur le crane ;O)
un livre de Malouf puisque Iza nous a fait referer a Darwish..."les identites meurtrieres"...qui s'ecoute tres bien apres le disque de IDIR "identites" preface justement d'un poeme de Darwish :O)
vos reponses font plaisir :O)
Samir
ha ha..me voila parlant presque comme un vieux sage ;O) ..pas de barbe blanche ici et pas d'aureole ..me demande mem ou sont passees mes naissantes cornes sur le crane ;O)
un livre de Malouf puisque Iza nous a fait referer a Darwish..."les identites meurtrieres"...qui s'ecoute tres bien apres le disque de IDIR "identites" preface justement d'un poeme de Darwish :O)
vos reponses font plaisir :O)
Samir
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"..Il faut toujours prendre ses distances par rapport aux biens de ce monde. personnellement, j'en jouis, certes, mais je m'en fous..." San Antonio (Je le jure)
Azul fellam Yza (ca c'est salam alikoum en kabyle/berbere)
question delicate mais je sais que sur bookcrossing tu pourrais trouver de bonnes suggestions. n'ayant presque rien lu en arabe classique, je ne sais pas quoi suggerer ayant moi-meme juste lu des traductions. en fait cela depend. je veux dire que meme mahfouz ou yacine qui s'est essaye au theatre dialectal l'a fait dans les idiomes locaux...donc pas trop classique..par contre lire les echanges de Gibran avec may Ziada ou meme lire le prophete en arabe ne devrait pas representer une tache autrement ardue ...donc voila..si t'as la chance de tomber sur ca..mais que j'y pense..a la grande bibliotheque du quebec a Montrea, je suis presque certain que tu trouveras des ouvrages de ce genre...veux-tu te renseigner?
babye
samir
question delicate mais je sais que sur bookcrossing tu pourrais trouver de bonnes suggestions. n'ayant presque rien lu en arabe classique, je ne sais pas quoi suggerer ayant moi-meme juste lu des traductions. en fait cela depend. je veux dire que meme mahfouz ou yacine qui s'est essaye au theatre dialectal l'a fait dans les idiomes locaux...donc pas trop classique..par contre lire les echanges de Gibran avec may Ziada ou meme lire le prophete en arabe ne devrait pas representer une tache autrement ardue ...donc voila..si t'as la chance de tomber sur ca..mais que j'y pense..a la grande bibliotheque du quebec a Montrea, je suis presque certain que tu trouveras des ouvrages de ce genre...veux-tu te renseigner?
babye
samir
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"..Il faut toujours prendre ses distances par rapport aux biens de ce monde. personnellement, j'en jouis, certes, mais je m'en fous..." San Antonio (Je le jure)
euuh j'approuve Sylvie...mais euuh ..ca faisait quoi dans la suite de la conservation..j'en ai perdu un echevau ;O)
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"..Il faut toujours prendre ses distances par rapport aux biens de ce monde. personnellement, j'en jouis, certes, mais je m'en fous..." San Antonio (Je le jure)
😏 Rien à voir Sam ! Je répondais juste à Titania, j'ai aimé sa réponse.
Je vous laisse continuer à discourir Yza et toi sur la littérature arabe. Juste un dernier mot... Comme je viens de l'écrire en MP à Isabelle, je conseille la lecture de l'écrivain marocain Fouad Laroui. C'est tout simplement jubilatoire ! Il me semble par contre qu'il rédige en français et non pas en arabe.
Leila saida !
Je vous laisse continuer à discourir Yza et toi sur la littérature arabe. Juste un dernier mot... Comme je viens de l'écrire en MP à Isabelle, je conseille la lecture de l'écrivain marocain Fouad Laroui. C'est tout simplement jubilatoire ! Il me semble par contre qu'il rédige en français et non pas en arabe.
Leila saida !
Si jacques le fataliste a su te faire tripper certains hors serie de San Antonio devraient elargir tes levres pour de plus beaux sourires aussi...a moins que tu ne sois de ceux et celles qui, sous pretexte d'antivulgarite, feignent d'ignorer que respect et rectitude langagiere n'ont rien a voir l'un avec l'autre...hum ..mais non..Jacques a su trouver le chemin vers tes eclats de rire donc..je te recommanderai l'hisoire de france vue par san antonio...ou le standinge ou la sexualite...si t'es novice ..faut lire deux fois..sinon..fais attention aux notes de bas de page ;O)
allez, vous croyez encore ce qu'on vous dit sur le net, atchao bonsoir :O)
bon vekande
samir
allez, vous croyez encore ce qu'on vous dit sur le net, atchao bonsoir :O)
bon vekande
samir
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"..Il faut toujours prendre ses distances par rapport aux biens de ce monde. personnellement, j'en jouis, certes, mais je m'en fous..." San Antonio (Je le jure)
bonjour!!un gros Merci a ceux et celles qui participent a mon poste, en réalité, je suis agréablement surpris car je ne croyais vraiment pas en l'éveille de mon sujet....vraiment intéressant de vous lires et de découvrir de nouveaux livres et auteurs....j'aimerais avoir votre opinion sur Da Vinci Code??
Freiheit!!
Freiheit!!
Et, je suis gênée de le dire parce que là je vais passer pour une grosse nulle : dans la ''fiction'' j'ai carrément dévoré Entretien avec un Vampire et toutes les chroniques rattachées... oui j'ai honte... lol Flagellez moi quelqu'un!!! lol
la seule honte serais de ne pas assumer ton attachement envers ce que tu aime ou ce que tu as jadis aimé et de te soucier de l'opinion des autres🙂....
la seule honte serais de ne pas assumer ton attachement envers ce que tu aime ou ce que tu as jadis aimé et de te soucier de l'opinion des autres🙂....
j'avais oublie de dire que j'ai patine deux annees a l'universite des sciences pour cause d'amour chronique..ce qui m'a laisse le temps ..en plus d'aimer a temps plein...de lire et d'ecouter de la musique enormement...
Vanquish je vois que vous avez juste 27 ans..donc encore jeune..et avez immensement le temps de lire, d'observer et d'apprendre.. donnez vous le courage et l'audace..et surtout le temps...pour beaucouo c'est une perte de temps..mais venant d'un pays ex socialiste dont les portes etaient quasiment closes vers l'exterieur, j'ai du apprendre a voyager sans mon passeport ..et suis alle a la rencontre d'autres personnes et personnages au travers des livres que je lisais..a la rencontre d'autres cultures aussi de paysages...une femme qui a su finir le voyage au bout de la nuit est capable de transgresser ses envies ;O)
J'aime bien l'évocation que tu fais de la place que la lecture prenait dans ta vie de voyageur glissant au-delà des océans, des continents, des forêts et des montagnes du bout du monde, bien qu'étant captif dans ton propre pays ... Etrange, tu es la deuxième personne qui dit qu'une femme qui a su finir "Voyage au bout de la nuit" et capable d'aller au bout de ses envies ... je pense qu'il doit y avoir sur Terre énormément de femmes qui ont terminé ce livre, non? Je le trouve très accessible en plus ! Pour ma part, je ai lu "Une journée de Ivan Denisovich": assez rude à lire mais d'un grand art si l'on pense que Aleksandr Soljenitsin s'est fait un devoir de restituer le langage d'un rustre paysan (peut être vivant dans un kolkhoze, je ne me souviens plus) qui ne sait pas trop pourquoi il a atterri dans un goulag. Maître et Marguerite est le seul livre que je n'ai pas pu (malgré deux tentatives) terminer... Parmi les auteurs ou les oeuvres citées, il y a Amin Malouf que je n'ai pas encore lu et qui ne m'attire pas (probablement à tort). Le voyage dans le monde des livres est le plus voyage dans l'absolu, le plus irrésistible et inaltérable des plaisirs...
J'aime bien l'évocation que tu fais de la place que la lecture prenait dans ta vie de voyageur glissant au-delà des océans, des continents, des forêts et des montagnes du bout du monde, bien qu'étant captif dans ton propre pays ... Etrange, tu es la deuxième personne qui dit qu'une femme qui a su finir "Voyage au bout de la nuit" et capable d'aller au bout de ses envies ... je pense qu'il doit y avoir sur Terre énormément de femmes qui ont terminé ce livre, non? Je le trouve très accessible en plus ! Pour ma part, je ai lu "Une journée de Ivan Denisovich": assez rude à lire mais d'un grand art si l'on pense que Aleksandr Soljenitsin s'est fait un devoir de restituer le langage d'un rustre paysan (peut être vivant dans un kolkhoze, je ne me souviens plus) qui ne sait pas trop pourquoi il a atterri dans un goulag. Maître et Marguerite est le seul livre que je n'ai pas pu (malgré deux tentatives) terminer... Parmi les auteurs ou les oeuvres citées, il y a Amin Malouf que je n'ai pas encore lu et qui ne m'attire pas (probablement à tort). Le voyage dans le monde des livres est le plus voyage dans l'absolu, le plus irrésistible et inaltérable des plaisirs...
Elle était débout la ville !!!
je pense qu'il doit y avoir sur Terre énormément de femmes qui ont terminé ce livre, non?
Pas la mienne en tout cas, et pourtant elle sait qu'il s'agit de l'un de mes livres préférés.
Pas la mienne en tout cas, et pourtant elle sait qu'il s'agit de l'un de mes livres préférés.
23 septembre 2005 à 18:49
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Et, je suis gênée de le dire parce que là je vais passer pour une grosse nulle : dans la ''fiction'' j'ai carrément dévoré Entretien avec un Vampire et toutes les chroniques rattachées... oui j'ai honte... lol Flagellez moi quelqu'un!!! lol
la seule honte serais de ne pas assumer ton attachement envers ce que tu aime ou ce que tu as jadis aimé et de te soucier de l'opinion des autres🙂....
Eh bien j'assume, t'inquiète pas... si j'avais véritablement eu honte, je l'aurais pas écris, c'était plutôt pour rire un peu tout en montrant mon côté ludique ;) C'était de l'autodérision mon Freiheit, t'en fais pas pour moi, j'assume très bien mes goûts et opinions... Mais j'apprécie beaucoup ton soucie pour moi, t'es un ange... ;)
Parmis des gens qui ont des lectures aussi étoffées, c'est comme si j'avais dit : moi j'aime Garfield (qui est vrai aussi, mais encore plus Mafalda! lol) Voilà pourquoi j'en ai un peu ajouté, je trouvais ça comique c'est tout... lol

Et, je suis gênée de le dire parce que là je vais passer pour une grosse nulle : dans la ''fiction'' j'ai carrément dévoré Entretien avec un Vampire et toutes les chroniques rattachées... oui j'ai honte... lol Flagellez moi quelqu'un!!! lol
la seule honte serais de ne pas assumer ton attachement envers ce que tu aime ou ce que tu as jadis aimé et de te soucier de l'opinion des autres🙂....
Eh bien j'assume, t'inquiète pas... si j'avais véritablement eu honte, je l'aurais pas écris, c'était plutôt pour rire un peu tout en montrant mon côté ludique ;) C'était de l'autodérision mon Freiheit, t'en fais pas pour moi, j'assume très bien mes goûts et opinions... Mais j'apprécie beaucoup ton soucie pour moi, t'es un ange... ;)
Parmis des gens qui ont des lectures aussi étoffées, c'est comme si j'avais dit : moi j'aime Garfield (qui est vrai aussi, mais encore plus Mafalda! lol) Voilà pourquoi j'en ai un peu ajouté, je trouvais ça comique c'est tout... lol
''On ne peut contrôler le vent mais on peut ajuster les voiles''
''Pour chaque chose, une autre vie me semblait due'' A. Rimbaud
''Pour chaque chose, une autre vie me semblait due'' A. Rimbaud
Parmis des gens qui ont des lectures aussi étoffées, c'est comme si j'avais dit : moi j'aime Garfield (qui est vrai aussi, mais encore plus Mafalda! lol) Voilà pourquoi j'en ai un peu ajouté, je trouvais ça comique c'est tout... lol
Mafalda c'est ludique mais c'est aussi instructif !! 🙂 A Cordoba (Argentina) je suis allée voir une exposition itinérante consacrée à Quino (son papa). Il est vrai que j'ai passé plus de 3 heures à lire et réfléchir sur les très nombreux dessins (Mafalda et autres) parce qu'on retire du travail de Quino un petit savoir concernant l'histoire de l'Argentine et du monde en général.
Quino a, en effet, illustré une tranche importante de l'histoire du XX siècle. Et en plus, c'est drôle !!
Mafalda c'est ludique mais c'est aussi instructif !! 🙂 A Cordoba (Argentina) je suis allée voir une exposition itinérante consacrée à Quino (son papa). Il est vrai que j'ai passé plus de 3 heures à lire et réfléchir sur les très nombreux dessins (Mafalda et autres) parce qu'on retire du travail de Quino un petit savoir concernant l'histoire de l'Argentine et du monde en général.
Quino a, en effet, illustré une tranche importante de l'histoire du XX siècle. Et en plus, c'est drôle !!
Elle était débout la ville !!!
Mafalda n'est pas que le reflet de l'Argentine, elle est la personnification du désabusement et de la désillusion des observateurs des événements et acteurs de ce monde. Elle représente l'impuissance face au système, aussi informée soit-elle. Elle est nous. En plus drôle ;)
''On ne peut contrôler le vent mais on peut ajuster les voiles''
''Pour chaque chose, une autre vie me semblait due'' A. Rimbaud
''Pour chaque chose, une autre vie me semblait due'' A. Rimbaud
waow mademoiselle Vanquish
pour une amoureuse des voitures vous tenez un discours sur mafalda que des intello en lunettes fonds de bouteille vous envieraient ;O)
je reponds a Titania par rapport aux liens qui se sont tisses entre des lectures, des musiques, des odeurs, des sons le long de ma courte vie...c'est juste que sinon on ne prend pas acte de ce qui se passe en nous....il m'a fallu me rendre compte un jour que j'avais besoin de semer des reperes comme un petit poucet pour pouvoir me retrouver, expliquer, compenser, prendre une pause, apaiser, avancer, agir, consoler, rire et raconter...
euuuh..suis-je sorti du sujet...?
pour repondre a Freiheit...je n'aime pas succomber aux effets de masse ou aux effets de mode...et si j'ai a lire un truc sur la theorie du complot (dont je suis friand car nombre d'entre les histoires vraies depassent de loin ce qu'ont imagine les auteurs atteints de complotite aigue)...donc, s'il me prend l'envie de ca...je lis un livre de John le Carre (je vous recommande tinker taylor soldier spy, ou le tailleur de panama ou la constance du jardinier, les trois livres ayant ete portes a l'ecran, a voir absolument pour le tailleur de panama ou le cynisme du monde des espions est juste...denude)...ouf...donc..le code Da vinci...moi je le lirai ca avec mes enfants si j'en ai ;O)
euuh me suis encore perdu en digressions n'est ce pas 😄
Samir
euuh me suis encore perdu en digressions n'est ce pas 😄
Samir
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"..Il faut toujours prendre ses distances par rapport aux biens de ce monde. personnellement, j'en jouis, certes, mais je m'en fous..." San Antonio (Je le jure)
la constance du jardinier, excellent et édifiant sur les multinationales pharmaceutiques.
Je n'ai pas dit que Mafalda est le reflet de l'Argentine ... j'ai parlé plutôt de Quino, car Quino à l'étranger (c'est à dire hors Argentine) = Mafalda, mais Quino est plus que ça, et dans son travail (encore une fois global, et pas uniquement Mafalda) son pays me semble avoir une place bien particulière.
Mais ... s'il y a un spécialiste je lui laisse la place, je ne me revendique pas docteur ès Quino .... 😉.
Mais ... s'il y a un spécialiste je lui laisse la place, je ne me revendique pas docteur ès Quino .... 😉.
Elle était débout la ville !!!
--j'aimerais avoir votre opinion sur Da Vinci Code??
Freiheit!!
Très divertissant, je l'ai avalé goulument en une nuit!
Un rythme soutenu, une intrigue un peu simple mais intéressante parce qu'elle nous force à démêler le vrai du faux, nous fait réfléchir sur le rôle qu'a eu l'Église dans la soumission de la Femme vis à vis l'Homme... On peut pousser plus loin : ça m'a fait réfléchir sur l'incidence de ma propre religion (à laquelle je ne crois pas) sur ma vie.
On engloutit ça comme un gros bonbon bien sucré 🙂
Toi, t'as aimé?
Freiheit!!
Très divertissant, je l'ai avalé goulument en une nuit!
Un rythme soutenu, une intrigue un peu simple mais intéressante parce qu'elle nous force à démêler le vrai du faux, nous fait réfléchir sur le rôle qu'a eu l'Église dans la soumission de la Femme vis à vis l'Homme... On peut pousser plus loin : ça m'a fait réfléchir sur l'incidence de ma propre religion (à laquelle je ne crois pas) sur ma vie.
On engloutit ça comme un gros bonbon bien sucré 🙂
Toi, t'as aimé?
''On ne peut contrôler le vent mais on peut ajuster les voiles''
''Pour chaque chose, une autre vie me semblait due'' A. Rimbaud
''Pour chaque chose, une autre vie me semblait due'' A. Rimbaud
Moi non plus pas être docteur ès Mafalda lol
Je tenais à ajouter à ta description qui était déjà juste, lui apporter quelques éléments de plus... au cas ou des VF ne se seraient jamais arrêtés à ce genre d'albums 🙂 Pour qu'ils sachent ce qu'ils ratent lol
Je tenais à ajouter à ta description qui était déjà juste, lui apporter quelques éléments de plus... au cas ou des VF ne se seraient jamais arrêtés à ce genre d'albums 🙂 Pour qu'ils sachent ce qu'ils ratent lol
''On ne peut contrôler le vent mais on peut ajuster les voiles''
''Pour chaque chose, une autre vie me semblait due'' A. Rimbaud
''Pour chaque chose, une autre vie me semblait due'' A. Rimbaud
waow mademoiselle Vanquish
pour une amoureuse des voitures vous tenez un discours sur mafalda que des intello en lunettes fonds de bouteille vous envieraient ;O)
Pfffeuh! C'est pas parce qu'on aime toutes les conneries à moteur qu'on est totalement dénuée de cerveau!
Quoique parfois, dans la boucane d'un start...
lol Vrroummmmmmm.... Vanquish est passée et on ne la voit déjà plus.........
Pfffeuh! C'est pas parce qu'on aime toutes les conneries à moteur qu'on est totalement dénuée de cerveau!
Quoique parfois, dans la boucane d'un start...
lol Vrroummmmmmm.... Vanquish est passée et on ne la voit déjà plus.........
''On ne peut contrôler le vent mais on peut ajuster les voiles''
''Pour chaque chose, une autre vie me semblait due'' A. Rimbaud
''Pour chaque chose, une autre vie me semblait due'' A. Rimbaud
Pfffeuh! C'est pas parce qu'on aime toutes les conneries à moteur qu'on est totalement dénuée de cerveau!
Quoique parfois, dans la boucane d'un start...
lol Vrroummmmmmm.... Vanquish est passée et on ne la voit déjà plus.........
pour ceux qui aiment categoriser il y a moyen de trouver un profond antagonisme entre un certain intellectualisme et l'attachement aux vrombissements des moteurs de formule ein ;O) comme je ne fais que lancer une pique gratuite pour susciter une reaction...tous les droits te sont acquis chere ame ;O) (tu as bien une ame Vanquish et pas qu'un moteur j'espere hi hi hi) et a toi le droit de lire Mafalda en respirant un bon coup de CO2 😛
oui oui je suis taquin gratuitement...ben sinon, il n y aurait pas de repliques et point de situations nouvelles venant chercher en nous de nouvelles emotions ;O)
j'ai lu des bandes dessinees dans ma jeunesse mais rien a voir avec les albums cartonnes dont tout le monde parle...quelqu'un ici connait-il Blek, Akim, Zembla, captain swing, doc savage, Larry Yuma, Lone wolf, Ombrax, tex Willer...la plupart d'entre eux faits par des scenaristes italiens dans les annees soixante et soixante dix...ce qu'a ete le western spagnetti pour le cinema, eux l'ont fait pour la bede ;O)
vous regardez encore votre ecran et etes toujours sur internet, atchao PPDA bougnoule junior ;O)
Quoique parfois, dans la boucane d'un start...
lol Vrroummmmmmm.... Vanquish est passée et on ne la voit déjà plus.........
pour ceux qui aiment categoriser il y a moyen de trouver un profond antagonisme entre un certain intellectualisme et l'attachement aux vrombissements des moteurs de formule ein ;O) comme je ne fais que lancer une pique gratuite pour susciter une reaction...tous les droits te sont acquis chere ame ;O) (tu as bien une ame Vanquish et pas qu'un moteur j'espere hi hi hi) et a toi le droit de lire Mafalda en respirant un bon coup de CO2 😛
oui oui je suis taquin gratuitement...ben sinon, il n y aurait pas de repliques et point de situations nouvelles venant chercher en nous de nouvelles emotions ;O)
j'ai lu des bandes dessinees dans ma jeunesse mais rien a voir avec les albums cartonnes dont tout le monde parle...quelqu'un ici connait-il Blek, Akim, Zembla, captain swing, doc savage, Larry Yuma, Lone wolf, Ombrax, tex Willer...la plupart d'entre eux faits par des scenaristes italiens dans les annees soixante et soixante dix...ce qu'a ete le western spagnetti pour le cinema, eux l'ont fait pour la bede ;O)
vous regardez encore votre ecran et etes toujours sur internet, atchao PPDA bougnoule junior ;O)
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"..Il faut toujours prendre ses distances par rapport aux biens de ce monde. personnellement, j'en jouis, certes, mais je m'en fous..." San Antonio (Je le jure)
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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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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