Les Ensablés – My life between the strains of Antoine Blondin

Antoine Blondin is not a success but… However perhaps that is extra due to the cinematic variations of his novels than his novels themselves. As for the a whole lot of articles he revealed throughout his lifetime in L’Équipe, Paris-Presse, Rivarol, the collective reminiscence retains primarily his chronicles of the Tour de France and forgets that he was above all a fantastic reader and a smart critic. As for me, greater than the biking epic, which can undoubtedly please many right here, I particularly preferred his literary articles on this hearty 500 pages that you would be able to peck into.

As a result of Blondin and I’ll revisit the entire period, style contemporary anecdotes about literary prizes and snicker loads; with him, even writers wrongly within the closet are reappearing… That was sufficient ensembles grab this witty e book, a capital for individuals who wish to hear about forgotten names, but expensive to their hearts.

I consider the tribute he pays to his buddy Kléber Haedens (1913-1976), the writer of the fairy story Adios, whom he calls his cousin. He liked the person and the job. For Blondin, it’s a complete. No motion, no “college”. Blondin has just one faith: friendship, an infallible criterion as a result of he can love solely those that have his manner of conceiving literature. He’s undoubtedly considering of himself when he writes «Haedens personally paid for the correct to proclaim that one of many author’s duties may nicely be to compile a listing of happiness regardless of all the eagerness (…) the characters of his novels don’t spend time pondering why they’re on the earth, however how finest to deal with this case.»

To those that would doubt it, I say this immediately: it has nothing to do with “feel-good books” that, just like the algae consuming our coasts, are destroying literature. For the novels of Blondin, Haedens, Vidalia, Fallet, nevertheless joyful they could be, have their shadow, a melancholy, which is all of the extra lovely within the mild.

Friendship, i.e. love “in any case” of life. In the identical bag, after all, Fallet, “whose exuberant pleasure in writing carries every thing, this enlightened pleasure that transforms the skilled” and Roger Nimier, to whom he dedicates a really good article on the event of his tragic demise. It tells of their escapades as backward youngsters within the Paris of Louis Malle and Truffaut. «Literature in all of it? he wrote We hardly talked about her brazenly, however every thing was mentioned by loads of jokes, which leads me to imagine that she was his greatest concern.»

It has been mentioned elsewhere, nevertheless it’s value repeating. Typically we speak about Blondin due to his alcoholism, forgetting that between his masterful binges, the place he needed to discover brotherhood, he wrote and that he had absolute necessities for type. We’re struck by the vigor and rigor of his articles, wealthy in metaphors, spirit and… irony.

He has his Turkish heads. In fact, Sartre, who’s his exact opposite. But additionally Claudel: «If Claudel (Paul) had not left our scenes through the occupation, Claudel (45% fats), quite the opposite, would have utterly disappeared from our tables. Of the 2, he was the actual opponent.» Not dangerous, eh, little speckled tin? He hesitates with Mauriac, torn between admiration and a sure annoyance earlier than this previous man, who spreads all over the place in typically smug articles: «If M. Mauriac is the cholera of younger males, he’s additionally the darling of previous girls.»

He provides: «a wink between M. Mauriac and me is not attainable. We do not blink with the identical eye.» Blondin doesn’t trouble with vogue, the dictates of established intellectuals. He doesn’t hesitate to pay tribute to the author Brasillach with chosen phrases… Blondin, sure, it would not matter what we are saying about him. He additionally deeply admires the works of Paul Morand. Literature is Blondin’s homeland, his solely homeland.

In an article titled “What Have I Performed With My Life? “, he tries to reply this query on the age of forty. He hasn’t written a lot, he says, 4 novels and a play with Paul Guimard. «Listed below are my baggage, they don’t seem to be very particular. Myocardial infarction doesn’t appear to be ready for me. A minimum of not on this web page. However there are different methods to get drained…» And he talks about his ardour for the night time, which was born, he explains, from the curfew through the occupation, which prevented him from experiencing the time of buddies and journey on the age of seventeen.

«It is not simply the road at night time, my stroll at midnight, an escape from the panic of getting to place my life in a field, if just for just a few hours (oh! orderly life…), at night time it is usually the sunshine of conferences, of sudden societies which are improvised across the counters, like these rugby scrums that we name open or spontaneous (.. .) Right here, in contrast to what occurs in buildings, after ten o’clock within the night you might be not required to say your identify.» And concludes: «I hate nothing greater than letting individuals down. I am unable to bear to listen to the sound of a door or the closing of a coronary heart.»

So after I exit in Paris at night time and I’m going to the rue des Canettes to see my buddies in a bistro At George’s, no matter you need, I all the time consider Blondin and his gang. They needed to be there…

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