Tuesday 28 June 2016

Turning back




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In the post before last, I told you how I met Proust when I was ten and a half while he was taking a walk near Combray, admiring hawthorn and Gilberte Swann. Anecdotally, he helped me look at hawthorn flowers: he mostly helped me look around me, look differently, read, and respect difference. As did Virginia Woolf.
I was no genius and did not understand "A la Recherche du Temps Perdu". I did not even read the whole of it this spring and summer. I read "Du Côté de chez Swann" and was interested by Marcel because he was a child. I remember the stained glass of the church window with Geneviève de Brabant and la duchesse de Guermantes, a long passage where the Narrator was telling how Tante Léonie liked her potatoes - and that testifies both of my greed and of my fascination for the length of the passage (over two pages for one sentence!) -, the description of the sound of the bell over the rusty gate at Combray, Gilberte au jardin des Champs Elysées, these small things that were close to my life or that I could experience.
Later, I came back to "La Recherche", book after book, with stumbles, hesitations, darts forward and re-reads, misunderstandings and non-understandings. One does not exhaust the reading of "La Recherche", as of other great fiction. But I read the last volume, "Le Temps Retrouvé" with awe. It applies to my life, to my attitude to life, and I find it relevant to our days.





The Narrator is an adult and rediscovers a number of people he has known since his childhood, from afar or closer. And le baron de Charlus makes a sort of roll call of the protagonists, from the past and present, as some are dead and others ... decrepit. All previous books have tended towards this moment. Time is "found back" (retrouvé) in the present. All that was before is the past. Only the last pages capture the essence of THE moment. But is Time found back or is it now lost?  With a supreme irony, when Time is found, it is definitely lost. The quest to recover it ("A la Recherche du Temps Perdu") is to find that it was lost while the Narrator was living it. And now that we are at the end of the quest, what we find is ... nothing. Or, in any case, not Time as it was before. This is definitely lost.
I often turn back to my past. It was a time... 


Yes, it was a time when I had a family, great-grand-parents, grand-parents, parents and other collateral members. Yes, I was a child, a young girl. There were summers that seem warmer than these summers. It was an easy and graceful life. It was a life of books and of music. A life of discussions. A life with friends and neighbours. A life where there were laughs, long shadows in the evenings, short shadows at noon, a cool house, a lovely garden, children shouting and running, flowers, pruned trees and fruits. What a life it was!
But was it?
What do I remember? Do I remember right? Was there truly such a time? There could not have been days like pearls on a perfect necklace of summery days. There could not have been only laughs. And if there was a cool house and a well-tended garden, there were people who did that. It could not have been plays, and music, and books only. The Little Family was already there: some people must have coped with their needs.



I remember Lost Time and would have it Present Time. But this is impossible. Like the Narrator, I listen to a roll-call of deaths: human beings, places, facts, they have all gone and perhaps never existed as I figured them out.
I remember them as I wish they would have been because I need them. I need to comfort myself with a dream that might have been true.
I turn to British (English?) novels that talk of this past time or a time that reminds me of “my” time: Mrs Thirkell's "Chronicles of Barset", Miss Read's "Thrush Green" or "Fairacre", novels of a time that was written in the first part of the twentieth century. Novels of past fights, of nostalgia, and I forget that, when they were written, they either already were fluffy eiderdowns or were talking of a reality which was not that cosy.








I forget that when these novels were "revived", in the 1980s, the initiators of this revival wanted to root the present in the past. And, indeed, it is desirable to know the past in order to understand the present and to prepare the future. There is this maxim that one of my conservative great-aunts used to tell me: "the more you adapt yourself to things that change, the less these things change". I discovered later that she was citing the Antonines and Lampedusa's "The Leopard".
Things must move on. We cannot hold time. It slips through our fingers like water or like sand. It does not repeat itself but in scrolls: never exactly different, never exactly the same. 
This is a lesson for my personal life that I learn everyday with difficulty, in cahoots, with tears, with pain, with hurts.








This is also a lesson for countries and societies. We shall not come back to an idyllic time that was embellished by ... time itself. The Antonines knew that they lived a moment of balance but that this balance was precarious. The Barbarians were to come and destroy the Roman world to build theirs. But were they Barbarians? And what did the Romans do to themselves? Were they not in part their own Barbarians? When Lampedusa makes his Prince Salina advise his nephew, Tancredi, about adopting changes to maintain the possibility of Salinas and Tancredis, what share of responsibility do the Sicilian aristocratic families carry in their own fall? 


What is the West’s - and I mean all the First World nations - load of responsibility in its decline? What is Europe’s load of responsibility in its vagaries - and I mean the Continent Europe, not only the European Union -? Have we dreamt our pasts? 
Better look at them squarely, learn from them, and go ahead. There is no point in dwelling fruitlessly upon the past. It never comes back.


















5 comments:

  1. Really love your aunty's reference to THE LEOPARD.

    That was a book which came to me in the 1990s [1998] for choice.

    She knew the solemn march of time.

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  2. The Leopard is both one of my most favourite books and films. Visconti is very good at this thinking about time. There is another book you might like that is less known and less flamboyant than The Leopard but as good: "The Viceroys" by Federico de Roberto; it s about a Sicilian aristocratic family as well, but it is more "realistic".
    Time is a subject that I find fascinating. And of course Proust is a master there.
    I hope you are fine. I was missing you and your comments and beginning to worry about you... I am very glad to see you back.

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    1. Thanks Camille.

      It is indeed a responsibility when we take one another into confidence and consciousness and conscience.

      Briefly: from the 21st June to the 29th I was taken ill.

      Right now reading a good book from Hikari Editions: Vivre l'Australie. It is a chapter about the weather in Canberra; Hobart; Brisbane; Sydney; Melbourne. The last chapter went through Australian history en francaise well.

      During my break I also read some art books with everyone from Charles Condor to William Dobell to Graham Cox [a modern Australian landscape artist who is based in Newcastle].

      I do think I would like to read the Viceroys. The last book I was reading was from the Edubilla stable in their English Literature group. They have also Tamil literature and other literature of India's subcontinent.

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  3. I did not want to be indiscreet, Adelaide. But it is true that I was surprised and worried not to see a sign, a little something from you. You are free to come and go, of course, but I count you now about my blogger/internet friends. And as I am a natural worrier...
    I hope you are well now.
    You are reading things which are totally foreign to me! But I shall look up the books you mention. We may seem rather parochial to your eyes: we are centred upon European and Northern American literature and art although this is slowly widening. And this is a good thing indeed.
    This is my e-mail if you do not want to write your news as comments on the blog where they may be read by every reader: camilledefleurville1@gmail.com
    Do not hesitate to use it!
    I am glad you are back.

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    1. I don't "do" parochial.

      You did take politics and international studies after all in your university course - and geopolitics - a natural connection.

      Are you looking more at Canada and Mexico? That to me is the NAFTA.

      Hikari Editions - a Japanese-French press.

      And of course there's China and the whole swathe of Northern Asia. Then South-East Asia to which I was close.

      Our whole world is getting smaller.

      If Anne-Fleur wants an art history lesson or a geography lesson from another - I am prepared to give. And it will help my teaching skills a great amount.

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