Bonjour à tous ARRAWAK
Film "Inglorious"
by Arrawak
This discussion is in French, the community’s main language.
Original post
caricature des nazis, mais heureusement, les passages humoristiques nous font oublier un instant, les scènes d'atrocité;
Néanmoins, ce film se regarde du début à la fin, sans une minute d'ennui.
qui l'a vu? qu'en avez-vous pensé?
Tout vient à point pour qui sait attendre
Bonjour à tous ARRAWAK
Bonjour à tous ARRAWAK
je l'ai vu le jour de sa sortie . Je pensais aimer , comme la plupart des films de quentin tarantino , je l'ai trouvé tres mauvais sur plusieurs points .
Le premier quart d'heure est excellent , le reste 🏴☠️ . Les dialogues sont plats , le scenario inexistant , la mise en scène paraisseuse . Les deux acteurs francais sont ridicules , la fin baclée et la violence apparemment tres drole d'apres les spectateurs présents .
Apparemment le fait de s'appeller Tarantino est signe de succés commerciale et critique
😉suis d'accord, on aime ou pas.
Et les avis sont partagés.
Par contre, le reportage sur la 2, mardi soir, l'Apocalypse, avce les films d'époque, celà c'est la réalité.
aucune fiction.
J'ai vu la première partie la semaine dernière, j'ai appris des choses sur l'histoire, assez choquants, les défilés d'extrême droite en Angleterre et en Amérique.
D'accord pour cette guerre.
en France aussi on peut rougir de honte avec la collaboration.
Bon, je vois que tu es Lorrain de Metz, on parle beaucoup de l'Alsace Lorraine dans ce reportage
Bon, je vois que tu es Lorrain de Metz, on parle beaucoup de l'Alsace Lorraine dans ce reportage
Tout vient à point pour qui sait attendre
Bonjour à tous ARRAWAK
Bonjour à tous ARRAWAK
Tarantino, ou la fascination pour la vengeance, et la violence.
Ce qu'il nous montre, sans lésiner, ni sur la quantité, ni sur l'ignominie.
Ses personnages ayant, de toute façon, un alibi moral en béton: leur communauté est la cible des atrocités commises par les nazis!
L'entourloupe de Tarantino est de nous faire admettre qu'il n'ont pas d'autre solution que la résignation ou la vengeance. Et voilà la vengeance, et ses aléas, justifiée.
Je trouve que c'est une énorme malhonnêteté intellectuelle, et très discutable, de jouer sur le fanstasme de réécriture de l'histoire (Aah, si Hitler avait disparu dans un attentat ! ) et de construire sa narration comme s'il s'agissait d'une réparation morale pour le peuple juif. A la limite, il me semble que le film est une incitation à la haine et je trouve ahurissant qu'on se pâme devant le supposé talent qu'il a fallu pour faire exister ces scènes... Il a mis un tel soin à filmer le pervers chasseur de juifs, que l'on ne peut s'empêcher de penser qu'il y a pris du plaisir. Ce qui m'est apparu, là; c'est qu'il s'intéressait beaucoup moins à la substance morale du film, qui n'est qu'un prétexte, et se complaisait simplement dans la mise en scène de la vengeance, de la perversité, de la violence. En ça, il a du savoir faire, mais c'est pas forcément un compliment. Il a su s'entourer d'acteurs de talent. Le chasseur de juifs joue son rôle d'ignoble de façon exquise, et le reste de la troupe joue avec suffisamment de conviction pour que l'on sache, tout de suite, dans quel camp le bien se situe. Mais ça ne rend pas le film bon, en soi.
Pour ma part, j'en suis sortie écoeurée. Et je conseillerais plutôt, à ceux qui veulent rire de cette période là... le film d' Ernst Lubitsch: "To be or not to be"
Marine
Je trouve que c'est une énorme malhonnêteté intellectuelle, et très discutable, de jouer sur le fanstasme de réécriture de l'histoire (Aah, si Hitler avait disparu dans un attentat ! ) et de construire sa narration comme s'il s'agissait d'une réparation morale pour le peuple juif. A la limite, il me semble que le film est une incitation à la haine et je trouve ahurissant qu'on se pâme devant le supposé talent qu'il a fallu pour faire exister ces scènes... Il a mis un tel soin à filmer le pervers chasseur de juifs, que l'on ne peut s'empêcher de penser qu'il y a pris du plaisir. Ce qui m'est apparu, là; c'est qu'il s'intéressait beaucoup moins à la substance morale du film, qui n'est qu'un prétexte, et se complaisait simplement dans la mise en scène de la vengeance, de la perversité, de la violence. En ça, il a du savoir faire, mais c'est pas forcément un compliment. Il a su s'entourer d'acteurs de talent. Le chasseur de juifs joue son rôle d'ignoble de façon exquise, et le reste de la troupe joue avec suffisamment de conviction pour que l'on sache, tout de suite, dans quel camp le bien se situe. Mais ça ne rend pas le film bon, en soi.
Pour ma part, j'en suis sortie écoeurée. Et je conseillerais plutôt, à ceux qui veulent rire de cette période là... le film d' Ernst Lubitsch: "To be or not to be"
Marine
"Nous, on a le temps
Vous, vous avez l'heure"
dixit un chamelier dans le désert...
🙁Certes, vous avez raison, l'incitation à la haine ne sert à rien, surtout quelques soixante neuf années plus tard.
Mais, les reportages de l'Apocalypse sur la 2, sont réels, et nous permettent, de ne pas oublier l'histoire de la seconde guerre mondiale.
Et, heureusement, la communauté européenne s'est construite, permettant de rester en paix.
Entre 1870, et 1914, seulement 44 années de répit avec l'Allemagne. entre 1940 et 1914, seulement 26 ans. Une génération a dû en connaître 3, avec l'Allemagne. Je pense que les nazis ne sont pas morts, à voir la montée de l'extrême droite en allemagne.
Et quand on pense qu'il a suffi d'un seul homme, (Hitler), pour entraîner autant de généraux, et aussi de civils, dans son idéologie criminelle, je crois qu'une troisième guerre mondiale aurait été possible. Mais ceci est un autre débat, à éviter......................
Certes, la fin du film de Tarantino a dû en réjouir certains, n'oublions pas que les Nazis, qui ont réussi à échapper aux tribunaux, se sont réfugiés au soleil, vivant largement avec ce qu'ils avaient pillé en or, et ont bien vécu, sans aucun remord de leurs actes. Donc, les voir finir dans les flammes de l'enfer, même si ce n'est qu'une fiction, çà soulage.
Mais, les reportages de l'Apocalypse sur la 2, sont réels, et nous permettent, de ne pas oublier l'histoire de la seconde guerre mondiale.
Et, heureusement, la communauté européenne s'est construite, permettant de rester en paix.
Entre 1870, et 1914, seulement 44 années de répit avec l'Allemagne. entre 1940 et 1914, seulement 26 ans. Une génération a dû en connaître 3, avec l'Allemagne. Je pense que les nazis ne sont pas morts, à voir la montée de l'extrême droite en allemagne.
Et quand on pense qu'il a suffi d'un seul homme, (Hitler), pour entraîner autant de généraux, et aussi de civils, dans son idéologie criminelle, je crois qu'une troisième guerre mondiale aurait été possible. Mais ceci est un autre débat, à éviter......................
Certes, la fin du film de Tarantino a dû en réjouir certains, n'oublions pas que les Nazis, qui ont réussi à échapper aux tribunaux, se sont réfugiés au soleil, vivant largement avec ce qu'ils avaient pillé en or, et ont bien vécu, sans aucun remord de leurs actes. Donc, les voir finir dans les flammes de l'enfer, même si ce n'est qu'une fiction, çà soulage.
Tout vient à point pour qui sait attendre
Bonjour à tous ARRAWAK
Bonjour à tous ARRAWAK
tout à fait d'accord , il y a quelque chose de très malsain dans ce film . Tarantino filme le SS comme un de ces tueurs fetiches , les "basterds" etant des juifs assoiffés de vengeance completement idiots .
J'avais adoré Pulp Fiction pour le coté completement fictif , la je trouve ce film immature et exagérement sadique
oula !!!!!
drole d'interpretation de ce film !!
il ne me semble pas que tarantino prenne partie, ni transcande qui que ce soit .
il ne justifie pas par je ne sias quelle morale les actes barbares ( ni de l'un ni de l'autre )
vous y voyez des choses ( de la malhonneteté intelect pour ce qui est de reecrire l'histoire) ou une quelquonque reparation ?????
OUI, il a du pendre plaisir a se mette a la place du chasseur juif, rentrer dans un intellect complexe et execivement bien joué par l'acteur( qui a surement pris plaisir aussi , surement un ancien nazi !!!) il est realisateur !!!!! c'est son taf !!!!! fritz lang a du prendre du plaisir a tourner M le maudit ou docteur mabuse , et dans le genre un peu frappé, ils se posaient la !! mais de la part de lang c'est pas choquant ????
pour ce qui es des camps , la je vous suis pas !! on nous montre les ricains scalpant des gens ( tiens on assimile le peuple americains a des indiens ???!! bonne chose non ?? ) et les morts fusent des deux cotés sans jamais prendre partie pour dire eux c'est les bons eux les mechants ( d'ailleurs les gentils sont cretins et le mechant tres fins )
pourquoi ecoueré ?????
il faudrais reussir a un peu moins intelectualiser pour un oui ou un non et ne vouloir autour de soi que des choses poli, faconné pour reussir a ne jamais choqué personne !
perso je dirais plutot , tarantino ou la fascination pour les femmes, la vengeance, la violence, les bons mots , les sous entendus, le cinema, les images... et j'en passe , mais le limiter a la violence et la vengance serait limiter lubitch a la comedie !
et pour reprendre la discution, j'ai etais decu par le film, m'attendant a voir un tarantino ! quelques tres belles scenes qui m'alheureusement ne font pas un film !
arwiwederchi !!!
drole d'interpretation de ce film !!
il ne me semble pas que tarantino prenne partie, ni transcande qui que ce soit .
il ne justifie pas par je ne sias quelle morale les actes barbares ( ni de l'un ni de l'autre )
vous y voyez des choses ( de la malhonneteté intelect pour ce qui est de reecrire l'histoire) ou une quelquonque reparation ?????
OUI, il a du pendre plaisir a se mette a la place du chasseur juif, rentrer dans un intellect complexe et execivement bien joué par l'acteur( qui a surement pris plaisir aussi , surement un ancien nazi !!!) il est realisateur !!!!! c'est son taf !!!!! fritz lang a du prendre du plaisir a tourner M le maudit ou docteur mabuse , et dans le genre un peu frappé, ils se posaient la !! mais de la part de lang c'est pas choquant ????
pour ce qui es des camps , la je vous suis pas !! on nous montre les ricains scalpant des gens ( tiens on assimile le peuple americains a des indiens ???!! bonne chose non ?? ) et les morts fusent des deux cotés sans jamais prendre partie pour dire eux c'est les bons eux les mechants ( d'ailleurs les gentils sont cretins et le mechant tres fins )
pourquoi ecoueré ?????
il faudrais reussir a un peu moins intelectualiser pour un oui ou un non et ne vouloir autour de soi que des choses poli, faconné pour reussir a ne jamais choqué personne !
perso je dirais plutot , tarantino ou la fascination pour les femmes, la vengeance, la violence, les bons mots , les sous entendus, le cinema, les images... et j'en passe , mais le limiter a la violence et la vengance serait limiter lubitch a la comedie !
et pour reprendre la discution, j'ai etais decu par le film, m'attendant a voir un tarantino ! quelques tres belles scenes qui m'alheureusement ne font pas un film !
arwiwederchi !!!
L'enthousiasme me fait défaut pour répondre à quelqu'un qui a du mal, et avec l'orthographe, et avec la syntaxe.
La substance et l'articulation des idées en pâtissent. Votre argumentation ressemble un peu à un cadravre exquis!
En outre, vous vous focalisez sur mon propre ressenti ( qui n'est jamais qu'une perception personnelle et donc très subjective, mais j'ai quand même le droit de dire ce que j'ai éprouvé) sans même étayer le vôtre.
Pour au final annoncer que le réalisateur n'a pas fait du Tarantino, comme si on pouvait savoir mieux que lui-même ce qu'est un Tarantino!
Marine
Marine
"Nous, on a le temps
Vous, vous avez l'heure"
dixit un chamelier dans le désert...
ciao eversmile,
ton argumentation tiendrait la route si l'on ne connaissait pas l'immense "culture" du réalisateur pour les bandes dessinées... et là, le film se laisse regarder avec plaisir, ce n'est qu'une bande dessinée "filmée"... d'ailleurs, pour les amoureux de Tarentino, cet opus n'est pas à la hauteur de ses précédents...on se croirait parfois dans un chromo "remastérisé " et "colorisé" de la seconde guerre mondiale...
les scènes de violence, contrairement à ses précédents films, me paraissent "atténuées", et le Paris de l'entre-deux guerre est un véritable pastiche à la Jeunet...
moi, j'ai beaucoup aimé
ton argumentation tiendrait la route si l'on ne connaissait pas l'immense "culture" du réalisateur pour les bandes dessinées... et là, le film se laisse regarder avec plaisir, ce n'est qu'une bande dessinée "filmée"... d'ailleurs, pour les amoureux de Tarentino, cet opus n'est pas à la hauteur de ses précédents...on se croirait parfois dans un chromo "remastérisé " et "colorisé" de la seconde guerre mondiale...
les scènes de violence, contrairement à ses précédents films, me paraissent "atténuées", et le Paris de l'entre-deux guerre est un véritable pastiche à la Jeunet...
moi, j'ai beaucoup aimé
tomas
"il ne faut pas avoir peur du bonheur...c'est seulement un bon moment à passer..."
Salut Tomas!
Celà me gêne beaucoup quand les disciples se targuent de savoir, mieux que le prophète, où celui-ci doit les conduire. Le propre d'un artiste c'est de pouvoir se réinventer. Ceux qui ont connu Picasso pendant sa période bleue, se sont peut-être mis à crier quand il est passé à sa période rose, et ceux qui l'ont suivi jusque là, se sont pourtant peut-être exclamés que ce n'était plus du Picasso quand il a commencé à réaliser des peintures cubistes. Et ce qui s'étaient habitués au cubisme se sont peut être détournés de sa peinture lorsque sa peinture a radicalement changé sous l'influence des surréalistes... Est-ce que pour autant, ce n'était plus du Picasso?!? Ben si!!! Le reste n'est qu'une affaires de goût et d'affinités de chacun. Tant mieux si tu as aîmé. De quel droit je mettrais ton ressenti en doute?!? Mais j'escompte que mon ressenti aussi, soit respecté. J'aime, également, la bande dessinée, mais en bandes dessinées comme en peinture, ou en cinéma, il y a beaucoup de choses différentes... De Druillet à Servais; , de Lucky Luke à Corto Maltese, de Rahan à Largo Winch, des Stroumpfs à Beltégeuse.... Ne faisons pas de raccourcis! Ceux qui aiment la bande dessinée peuvent ne pas aimer Tarantino et vis-versa...
Marine
Celà me gêne beaucoup quand les disciples se targuent de savoir, mieux que le prophète, où celui-ci doit les conduire. Le propre d'un artiste c'est de pouvoir se réinventer. Ceux qui ont connu Picasso pendant sa période bleue, se sont peut-être mis à crier quand il est passé à sa période rose, et ceux qui l'ont suivi jusque là, se sont pourtant peut-être exclamés que ce n'était plus du Picasso quand il a commencé à réaliser des peintures cubistes. Et ce qui s'étaient habitués au cubisme se sont peut être détournés de sa peinture lorsque sa peinture a radicalement changé sous l'influence des surréalistes... Est-ce que pour autant, ce n'était plus du Picasso?!? Ben si!!! Le reste n'est qu'une affaires de goût et d'affinités de chacun. Tant mieux si tu as aîmé. De quel droit je mettrais ton ressenti en doute?!? Mais j'escompte que mon ressenti aussi, soit respecté. J'aime, également, la bande dessinée, mais en bandes dessinées comme en peinture, ou en cinéma, il y a beaucoup de choses différentes... De Druillet à Servais; , de Lucky Luke à Corto Maltese, de Rahan à Largo Winch, des Stroumpfs à Beltégeuse.... Ne faisons pas de raccourcis! Ceux qui aiment la bande dessinée peuvent ne pas aimer Tarantino et vis-versa...
Marine
"Nous, on a le temps
Vous, vous avez l'heure"
dixit un chamelier dans le désert...
tout d'abord marine, merci de mettre votre gros doigt sur mon probleme de synthaxe et d'orthographe ! quel echange brillant que de noter les difficultés de certains ! votre premiere phrase est meprisante ( meme si vous vous en defendrais ) et ce type de rapport ..... elitiste ( je ne parle pas et ne fais pas d'effort pour comprendre les gens qui s'exprime mal mon cher !!!) ca doit pas etre facile avec les enfants du monde !
et comparé mon argumentation a "un cadavre exquis ", quel fierté !!! merci !!
puis , je ne dit que je sais mieux que tarantino comment faire un film a la tarantino, mais dit ne pas avoir retrouvé sa patte, ce qui m'a plut , invarariablement dans les autres
et quand a etayer ma position, j'ai noté que la votre etait triste et j'ai tenté de reprendre les idées qui me semblaient erronées pour les rexpliquer( en expliquant que l'on ne pouvait limiter tarantino a deux phrases et que d'y voir les delires d'un pervers etait franchement ne pas comprendre le cinema )!
ma position est simple, exprimé dans le deuxieme paragraphe de ce texte !
et comparé mon argumentation a "un cadavre exquis ", quel fierté !!! merci !!
puis , je ne dit que je sais mieux que tarantino comment faire un film a la tarantino, mais dit ne pas avoir retrouvé sa patte, ce qui m'a plut , invarariablement dans les autres
et quand a etayer ma position, j'ai noté que la votre etait triste et j'ai tenté de reprendre les idées qui me semblaient erronées pour les rexpliquer( en expliquant que l'on ne pouvait limiter tarantino a deux phrases et que d'y voir les delires d'un pervers etait franchement ne pas comprendre le cinema )!
ma position est simple, exprimé dans le deuxieme paragraphe de ce texte !
Le problème, avec le manque de maîtrise de la syntaxe; c'est qu'on voit les adjectifs où il ne sont pas.
"pervers", dans mon texte, précédait, et s'appliquait à : "chasseur de jiuifs", pas à Tarantino!
Le problème avec les dérapages de l'orthographe c'est de confondre deux termes qui ne signifient pas la même chose; comme donner son avis et prétendre détenir la vérité.
Ce que je n'ai pas fait (un second regard sur les termes employés dans mon texte : "je trouve que"... "il me semble que"... devrait lever toute équivoque à ce sujet) mais vous paraissez prendre votre impression personnelle pour un avis impartial, éclairé et finalement indiscutable au point d'affirmer que mes pensées sont erronées (ben voyons!) et qu'il vous semble légitime de les ré-expliquer !!! Rien que ça?!?
J'ignore ce que vous avez à l'esprit et vous permet d'être aussi péremptoire.
Nous ne partageons pas tous, et c'est heureux, le même cerveau!
Je suis désolée si vous vous sentez écrasé par l'éloquence d'autres contributeurs, mais il semblerait approprié que l'humilité dont vous me croyez dépourvue, soit aussi de mise pour votre première contribution dans la rubrique. Quant à ne pas comprendre le cinéma... je ne prétend pas être une spécialiste mais sans vouloir vous froisser, j'ai assez confiance dans mes capacités d'analyse pour me permettre de l'ouvrir sur le sujet. Une petite recherche avec options vous aurait appris que ce n'est pas la première fois, et vous aurait peut-être permis de relativiser ce manque total de compréhension que vous m'attribuez.
Marine
Le problème avec les dérapages de l'orthographe c'est de confondre deux termes qui ne signifient pas la même chose; comme donner son avis et prétendre détenir la vérité.
Ce que je n'ai pas fait (un second regard sur les termes employés dans mon texte : "je trouve que"... "il me semble que"... devrait lever toute équivoque à ce sujet) mais vous paraissez prendre votre impression personnelle pour un avis impartial, éclairé et finalement indiscutable au point d'affirmer que mes pensées sont erronées (ben voyons!) et qu'il vous semble légitime de les ré-expliquer !!! Rien que ça?!?
J'ignore ce que vous avez à l'esprit et vous permet d'être aussi péremptoire.
Nous ne partageons pas tous, et c'est heureux, le même cerveau!
Je suis désolée si vous vous sentez écrasé par l'éloquence d'autres contributeurs, mais il semblerait approprié que l'humilité dont vous me croyez dépourvue, soit aussi de mise pour votre première contribution dans la rubrique. Quant à ne pas comprendre le cinéma... je ne prétend pas être une spécialiste mais sans vouloir vous froisser, j'ai assez confiance dans mes capacités d'analyse pour me permettre de l'ouvrir sur le sujet. Une petite recherche avec options vous aurait appris que ce n'est pas la première fois, et vous aurait peut-être permis de relativiser ce manque total de compréhension que vous m'attribuez.
Marine
"Nous, on a le temps
Vous, vous avez l'heure"
dixit un chamelier dans le désert...
tout d'abord marine, merci de mettre votre gros doigt sur mon probleme de synthaxe et d'orthographe ! quel echange brillant que de noter les difficultés de certains ! votre premiere phrase est meprisante ( meme si vous vous en defendrais ) et ce type de rapport ..... elitiste ( je ne parle pas et ne fais pas d'effort pour comprendre les gens qui s'exprime mal mon cher !!!) ca doit pas etre facile avec les enfants du monde !
et comparé mon argumentation a "un cadavre exquis ", quel fierté !!! merci !!
je rejoins marine dans l'idée que si dès le départ, votre propos est obscur de par sa forme, il est plus que complexe de saisir votre point de vue sur le sujet.
vous réagissez mal parce que c'est vrai (relisez-vous, c'est aussi simple). et vous parlez de mépris ? que sont ces attaques sur la compréhension "des enfants du monde" ? et ce "j'ai noté que était triste" ? à ce stade, établissons d'emblée un top-ten des critiques dignes d'être publiées, et passons les autres à la trappe - et vous serez modérateur cinéma, bien sûr. au passage, vous serez bien aimable d'offrir quelques rattrapages en 'théorie du 7ème art' pour les forumistes ignares que nous sommes.
et comparé mon argumentation a "un cadavre exquis ", quel fierté !!! merci !!
je rejoins marine dans l'idée que si dès le départ, votre propos est obscur de par sa forme, il est plus que complexe de saisir votre point de vue sur le sujet.
vous réagissez mal parce que c'est vrai (relisez-vous, c'est aussi simple). et vous parlez de mépris ? que sont ces attaques sur la compréhension "des enfants du monde" ? et ce "j'ai noté que était triste" ? à ce stade, établissons d'emblée un top-ten des critiques dignes d'être publiées, et passons les autres à la trappe - et vous serez modérateur cinéma, bien sûr. au passage, vous serez bien aimable d'offrir quelques rattrapages en 'théorie du 7ème art' pour les forumistes ignares que nous sommes.
"Ce qui se conçoit bien s'énonce clairement." (Boileau)
Ce n'est malheureusement pas le cas de tes posts, je rejoins l'avis d'Eversmile sur ton expression écrite quand bien même je suis d'un avis opposé sur le film en question.
J'ai bien aimé ce film que j'ai ressenti comme une pochade jouissive, réalisée par moment avec virtuosité.
J'ai apprécié aussi les constants hommages au cinéma et l'utilisation intelligente des différentes langues (le passage du français à l'anglais dans la scène d'ouverture, la scène dans le caveau avec l'accent allemand indéterminé qui trahit l'anglais qui parle pourtant un allemand syntaxiquement parfait, l'affreux accent italien de Brad Pitt et de ses acolytes au cinéma face au nazi polyglotte).
Ceux qui aiment la bande dessinée peuvent ne pas aimer Tarantino et vis-versa...
Bonjour Marine,
"vice-versa"...c'est sûr qu'on peut aimer "la première communion"(I895-musée de Barcelone) et comprendre aussi comment Picasso a fait exploser la peinture après I907...mais trop d'exégèse tue l'éxégèse quand il ne s'agit que de ressenti... ainsi moi aussi, j'aime bien la récupération MacDo de ton peintre préféré pour les journées du Patrimoine(cf.photo çi-jointe)
Bonjour Marine,
"vice-versa"...c'est sûr qu'on peut aimer "la première communion"(I895-musée de Barcelone) et comprendre aussi comment Picasso a fait exploser la peinture après I907...mais trop d'exégèse tue l'éxégèse quand il ne s'agit que de ressenti... ainsi moi aussi, j'aime bien la récupération MacDo de ton peintre préféré pour les journées du Patrimoine(cf.photo çi-jointe)
tomas
"il ne faut pas avoir peur du bonheur...c'est seulement un bon moment à passer..."
J'avais bien aimé Pulp Fiction aussi que j'ai vu plusieurs fois d'ailleurs, bien que je me dis que Tarantino ne devait pas être trop loin de la réalité même si l'histoire est fictive.
Pour la violence et les dialogues, je me souviens de Reservoir Dogs aussi.
Inglorious ne me tentait pas trop sur le coup, mais je crois que je vais aller le voir qd même par curiosité...
Choucarde
😉bon, je m'étais promis d'aller voir le film, NON MA FILLE? TU N'IRAS PAS DANSER, conseillé par tomas.
Mais comme il ne passait qu'à 16 heures à l'affiche, et que je préfère la séance de 14 heures, j'ai hésité entre, LA PROPOSITION, et LA GUERRE DU CRIME;
Je suis allé voir le second.
Je dois dire, qu'après INGLORIOUS, et la série télé de l'APOCALYPSE, j'avas peur d'avoir une indigestion de la seconde guerre mondiale.
Eh non!!!! je l'ai suivi sans en perdre une miette, une partie importante de l'histoire, dont on n'a pas trop parlé :
L'organisation de la Résistance des immigrés en France de l'époque, dont le chef est un poète Arménien. On y trouve des Italiens, des Espagnols, des Polonais, des russes, des Juifs. etc........... Tous ont pensé trouvé un eldorado dans le pays des Droits de l'homme, le chef a eu sa famille massacrée par les Turcs, les Polonais ont fui l'invasion allemande, les Espagnols, le régime de Franco, et les Italiens Mussolini. Ce sont des jeunes gens mais aussi des jeunes filles, ils vont organiser des attentats contre les Allemands nazis. Ils veulent débarrasser la France à leur mesure, de l'occupation allemande. Ils ont leur fief dans une chambre. La concierge de l'immeuble, qui a besoin de se faire valoir, ira au commissariat les dénoncer. Ils seront tous arrêtés, et torturés, uniquement par la police française, très attachée au régime de Pétain.
Un Allemand dira, ce sont les Français qui ont organisé les rafles, du Vel dHiv et d'ailleurs, pas nous !!!!!
Je ne vous dirai pas la fin, mais c'est une histoire vraie, les noms sont ceux des héros de l'époque, ce n'est pas une caricature, mais quand on se retrouve en dehors de la salle, on a du mal à reconnecter avec le monde extérieur, encore sous le coup de l'émotion.
L'organisation de la Résistance des immigrés en France de l'époque, dont le chef est un poète Arménien. On y trouve des Italiens, des Espagnols, des Polonais, des russes, des Juifs. etc........... Tous ont pensé trouvé un eldorado dans le pays des Droits de l'homme, le chef a eu sa famille massacrée par les Turcs, les Polonais ont fui l'invasion allemande, les Espagnols, le régime de Franco, et les Italiens Mussolini. Ce sont des jeunes gens mais aussi des jeunes filles, ils vont organiser des attentats contre les Allemands nazis. Ils veulent débarrasser la France à leur mesure, de l'occupation allemande. Ils ont leur fief dans une chambre. La concierge de l'immeuble, qui a besoin de se faire valoir, ira au commissariat les dénoncer. Ils seront tous arrêtés, et torturés, uniquement par la police française, très attachée au régime de Pétain.
Un Allemand dira, ce sont les Français qui ont organisé les rafles, du Vel dHiv et d'ailleurs, pas nous !!!!!
Je ne vous dirai pas la fin, mais c'est une histoire vraie, les noms sont ceux des héros de l'époque, ce n'est pas une caricature, mais quand on se retrouve en dehors de la salle, on a du mal à reconnecter avec le monde extérieur, encore sous le coup de l'émotion.
Tout vient à point pour qui sait attendre
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😉Et les mots pour le dire arrivent aisément (Boileau)
J'ai teminé ta phrase............................
J'ai lu ton appréciation de glorious, et, vu sous l'angle que tu décris, je dois dire que je suis assez d'accord.
D'autres ont caricaturé, j'ai vu il y a bien longtemps, une pièce de théâtre de Brecht, L'IRRESISTIBLE ASCENCION D'ARTURO UI, désopilant, rapport d'Hitler et de son armée, avec un trust de choux fleurs...................!!!!!!!
D'autres ont caricaturé, j'ai vu il y a bien longtemps, une pièce de théâtre de Brecht, L'IRRESISTIBLE ASCENCION D'ARTURO UI, désopilant, rapport d'Hitler et de son armée, avec un trust de choux fleurs...................!!!!!!!
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j'ai hésité entre, LA PROPOSITION, et LA GUERRE DU CRIME;
Tu veux sans doute parler de : "l'Armée du crime" de Robert Guédiguian ?
Tu veux sans doute parler de : "l'Armée du crime" de Robert Guédiguian ?
😉Oui, tu as raison, et je te remercie d'avoir transmis cette modification, l'as-tu vu? et qu'en as-tu pensé?
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😉Je n'ai pas encore vu Inglorious. je ne sais pas si je vais aller le voir après "Apoclaypse", le film "La Chute" qui passait à la suite du dernier volet et le bouquin sur la RDC que je viens de terminer. Je vais passer à des thèmes plus légers.
Merci pour ce résumé de l"armée du crime.
Pas grave je verrai ces films plus tard.
Choucarde
je ne vous dirai pas la fin...(a propos de "l'armée du crime")
C'est comme dire : je ne vous dirai pas comment se termine "Titanic", car, depuis le poème d'Aragon, "L'affiche rouge", magnifié par la musique et l'interprétation de Léo Férré (ça file la "chair de poule"!), ainsi que le film eponyme de franck cassenti, on sait comment ces résistants, travailleurs émigrés, ont fini en donnant leurs vies pour la France !
C'est comme dire : je ne vous dirai pas comment se termine "Titanic", car, depuis le poème d'Aragon, "L'affiche rouge", magnifié par la musique et l'interprétation de Léo Férré (ça file la "chair de poule"!), ainsi que le film eponyme de franck cassenti, on sait comment ces résistants, travailleurs émigrés, ont fini en donnant leurs vies pour la France !
Voyager c'est découvrir que tout le monde a tort.
Aldous Huxley
🙁Je n'ai pas vu le film eponyme, je me doute de ce qu'il raconte.
Certes, si je n'ai pas raconté la fin de l'Armée du crime, c'est pour laisser à ceux qui veulent aller le voir, le suspense.
Bien que celà soit prévisible.
Oui, dure époque, avec les dénonciations, les arrestations.
Et ne pas oublier aussi, que pour un Allemand tué, les otages civils assassinés ont payé de leur vie.
Mais, c'est la loi de la guerre, et malheureusement, elle continue ailleurs.
Oui, le chant des Partisans donne toujours la chair de poule, les paroles ont aidé les résistants à continuer leur action, qui a été dans toute la France.
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D'accord pour les frissons...
Et même les larmes aux yeux...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6HLB_EVtJK4
🙁Et ce soir, sur TV1, nous avons droit au film L'EVASION;
D'après la critique, il semblerait que ce soit intéressant.
Mais pur roman.
Sans doute basé sur des faits réels.
Je vois que l'Iran nargue le G20, avec le nucléaire !!!!! Mais ceci est un autre sujet
Je vois que l'Iran nargue le G20, avec le nucléaire !!!!! Mais ceci est un autre sujet
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Toi, tant qu'tu réponds pas à ça... j'te cause plus ! 😛
😉çà c'est quoi?
Et parle moi s'il te plait
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... clique sur : ça !!
😉Ah !!! d'accord, dès que temps libre, je scanne et j'envoie.
Mais c'est bien pour te faire plaisir.
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😉Là, tu me tires une sacrée épine du pied, car, Kola n'en démordait pas!!!!
Tu peux me la transférer sur qui veut montrer sa tête STP?
Merci
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caricature des nazis, mais heureusement, les passages humoristiques nous font oublier un instant, les scènes d'atrocité;
Néanmoins, ce film se regarde du début à la fin, sans une minute d'ennui.
qui l'a vu? qu'en avez-vous pensé?
Pfff, j'ai trouvé qu'à partir du moment où l'on acceptait la ré-écriture de l'histoire - pourquoi pas ? cela fait exactement partie de la liberté artistique ! - il était correctement ficelé, mais que je n'aurais rien manqué si je n'étais pas allée le voir !
Bien complaisants, les critiques qui l'ont encensé !
Pfff, j'ai trouvé qu'à partir du moment où l'on acceptait la ré-écriture de l'histoire - pourquoi pas ? cela fait exactement partie de la liberté artistique ! - il était correctement ficelé, mais que je n'aurais rien manqué si je n'étais pas allée le voir !
Bien complaisants, les critiques qui l'ont encensé !
"le silence des pantoufles est plus terrifiant que le bruit des bottes"
🙁certes, rien à voir avce l'intéressant reportage Apocalypse.
Inglorious, c'est du roman, mais avec un fond de vérité en ce qui concerne la cruauté des nazis.
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😉Comme je suis d'un naturel joyeux et compréhensif, même si tu ne veux plus me parler, moi, je te donnerai mes impressions sur le film sur arte, LA TRAQUE.
Action de Klaus Barbie en bolivie, qui, non content d'avoir été un tortionnaire de haut vol, en France en 42, sans aucun remord, sans même se cacher vraîment, instruit les dictateurs, et donne le mode d'emploi pour les tortures.
Certaines scènes aux limites du supportable!!!!
Et là, on aurait aimé être présent lors de son arrestation.
Saluons le courage des journalistes.
Intéressant aussi de savoir qu'une certaine jeunesse allemande a participé aux recherches des nazis, disant qu'elle voulait rétablir l'honneur de l'allemagne.
Bon week-end Koala, j'ai un cadeau pour toi
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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.
Hery
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



