Hello everyone!
This post is dedicated to Cune me pass the hot potato and Fashion Victim who always has ideas as exquisite as original. It is therefore to speak of my little snobbery. Obviously, if you ask me, I'm not a snob for a penny. I learned about the snobbery reading Proust and as you say that the painting he did of snobs did not really want to belong to their clique. But that does not stop at my hours ... Finally I have some specific requests and I want what I would call my "special". Here they are, therefore, since the forces me to admit!
1. I never read a book that advised me to read or forced to read ... I do know is enough air for me, but here I spend my time advising books hoping with all my heart that the contagion will spread! But it's a tough habit that comes from college, or even earlier. I always thought the literature as a private garden where I could roam in total freedom, without any kind of control. Tiny, I Planquais books under my bed and I would flush out those hiding in "hell" of the library of my great-grandmother ... when my teachers have advised me to read the Books "program", I found it quite silly, if not an act of authoritarianism unbearable.
So I always took pleasure in always read another book that was in the program. For example, if you forced me to read Germinal (second program, I've never read), I read Therese Raquin and The Belly of Paris . If you forced me to read under the threat of a weapon Red and black , I was flying over and read again The Charterhouse of Parma . Then I spent this quarter explain why The Charterhouse of Parma was as delicious as Red and black was unpleasant.
And still ... if you lend me a book or that I offer, I might read it ... but in several months in a year, in short, when we have forgotten it and I rediscover it on a shelf in my library! But of course it does not offer me that I love books and we'll recommend ... I am a rare independence, when it comes to reading. I simply do not bear the stress. I am an anarchist reading. And I admit it a bit snobbish.
2. My ideal man is a fictional character. You tell me, I'm sure I'm not the only .. alone among bloggers, see if there was a poll ...
One day I was eight, I opened a book that was lying around the house and whose presence at home was the least incongruous. (25 years of patient investigation later turns out that it belonged to my father ... what a shopgirl that one!) Was Jane Eyre .
And I experienced the real shock lover, whom you return the heart and transforms you forever. Edward Rochester become for me the epitome of soul-sister. If I had known that in real life, the Rochester are a species threatened with extinction and that this choice would earmark to me many disappointments ... I would have thought twice! But hey, you never change. Jane Eyre is the book that I reread the most between eight and seventeen years, some pages are still curled in tears of fifteen years old. And I still consider that the ideal man is a captivating character, deep, seemingly hostile but the rough surface lies a beating heart and be molten, and has a mad wife hidden in the attic, just to spice up the life. At the same time, the beauty of Brad Pitt has always left the most indifferent. Forever, I am touched by the charm of a man and I do not like the smooth beauty. I do not like the smooth at all. I love the personalities and hardened men who know how to love. Everything is the fault of Charlotte Bronte and Edward Rochester.
PS: I am no longer too mad woman stashed in the attic today. Neither the vicissitudes of life that make Rochester a cripple for the happy ending is not too happy.
3. I love the post-mortem. What is very snobbish. There are some who are content to be output with Patrick to CM2 which had braces, or Jean-Paul who was riding a red motorcycle and had a problem with saliva ... I have three post-mortem love that I cherish and will occasionally visit the cemetery (for those I know the grave). The first is Robert Desnos.
Oh, Robert ... I fell in love when I was sixteen, in French class (which contradicts my little one, but I'm not a contradiction. Desnos was indeed the program, but this was my excitement of the year ).
"Two mountains were similar in shape and size.
You're on one
And I on the other.
Is we recognize? What signs
we do we do?
We must hear and love.
Maybe you love me?
I love you already.
But these stretches between us, which crosses?
You do not say anything but you look at me
And for that look,
There is neither day nor extended
My only friend, my love. "
What do you, I read that and obviously, Since I was fired ... I followed Robert around. I borrowed a thousand times the routes he loved in the old Les Halles Paris, Quartier St Jacques de la Boucherie, neighborhood Clock the cloister and the Merri St Abbey St Germain l'Auxerrois ... His words escorted me for years and still with me like tongues of fire which burns and regenerates me soothes me.
Then there Albert Camus.
Well I know, Robert, Albert ... sounds a bit dated but I love post-mortem they are old. And Albert Camus, no less .... it crushes a lot easier for men of this planet, you will agree, both in personality than talent and not to mention the charm ...
And finally, Emmanuel d'Astier de la Vigerie, who founded at the beginning of the war of 40 a major resistance movements: Liberation North, alongside such Lucie Aubrac.
D'Astier early took the opposite view of his family to go and fight during the English Civil War, then joined the Resistance. Again, I fell in love while reading his book: seven times seven days. Since then, I do not miss the opportunity to go to offer my thoughts when I go to the cemetery Pere Lachaise.
I know is very snobbish to force his lover to succeed year after year to three exceptional men, each in its kind, two outstanding artists. And he can say anything or show of jealousy without fear of ridicule. Nor erase their cuffs ... they are little known. Otherwise, the great advantage of post-mortem love that they are easy going, always agree with you (although Camus shows sometimes quite twisted in political discussions), still available but a rare discretion when you want to have peace.
4. When I am depressed, I have some good remedies to me. Instead of reading the latest novel in time of chick lit '(although I also have a weakness for "Sex and the City"), I prefer to immerse myself in the example log Bashkirtseff. Do you know? This extraordinary young girl lived in the nineteenth century in Paris and died at twenty-six years of tuberculosis.
Meanwhile, she was a painter, sculptor, and she wrote this diary is a marvel, and when we read, for example:
"Apart from the laughter and songs, so I translated my thoughts with the brutality that characterizes me, I'd say I can not wait to get married to become the mistress of M. de Cassagnac. "
Or:
"It was in February that I was most in love with the Duke is also the month of February that I fell in love with Audiffret is the month of February as well as I was and still is Antonelli in February as I became Alexander. In my place I would take care because we are in the month of February. "
Read the emotions and joys of this young person spicy and irresistible things that remind me of life and love never ceased be complicated, not to mention the female psyche and its depths. It's comforting. Mary, wherever you are, thank you!
5. In my view, be grown is one of the essential charms of a person. So it's true that I also enjoy spending an evening with friends who only interested in football and going to the movies for which boils down to see Spiderman III (which I also saw), who would not understand that I arrived to see Chinese films length of three hours or a festival of Polish films in VO (we were both in the room and it was VERY long). But anyway, I prefer to exchange for hours with someone (or someone!) Of curious, cultured, and for whom Kristallnacht is not the last animated Christmas windows of Galeries Lafayette. And a man reading, believe me ... is much more attractive than the acute adoptionnite Brad Pitt.
6. I have a little trouble with anything that is "super popular" in terms of literature. For example, the Elegance of the Hedgehog I read maybe ... in four, five years. Or
Beigbeider, which I find very overrated. Or all the posers who think writing is the step to be invited to private parties by Karl Lagerfeld, and you write well after several lock boxes be returned to the VIP and haggard at four in the morning . Indeed, among the glamorous and literature, you often choose. There is something quite monastic in writing, let us admit word, although I understand that to be dredged, saying that spends his days writing within four walls and that night we winnowed ... is not the clincher.
7. Nothing to do with literature ... but I do not like the bronzes. It never made me laugh, just smile, and I find that over time they became heavy like a rum baba which would have soaked in molasses and then stayed in the whipped cream a little too long. And when I see they have found a way to kill a small movie that I loved when I was little, L'Auberge rouge Claude Autant-Lara, with their laughter and their cattle big shoes ... I wonder when they finally leave at retirement, we can laugh funny things. It is unfair that the British aileurs have Monty Python when we have the Bronzés, do not you think? And if you have the comic you deserve, what did we do in heaven?
(I make my apologies to my favorite cousin who loves them and is able to recite entire movies, rejoinder by rejoinder.)
8. Last one. I have a bias towards snobbish Prison Break . I refuse to see him and every time you speak to me, I retorted: "Well ... I loved Oz Nothing to see. An outstanding series, brilliant actors, scenarios blacks in black, deep ... Anyway, I could never bring myself to Prison Break ", with air skeptical and jaded to whom we will never believe that Beaujolais Nouveau arrives at the thigh of a Pernand Vergelesses.
Similarly, I explain to anyone who will listen that all pale before series Twin Peaks . So sweet that I look and am totally addicted to Dexter, Medium, Desperate Housewives, Dr. House, etc., etc., etc.. But hush ... if you question me, I will in one word: David Lynch.
Finally, if you look closely I could still bring a few, the snobbery ... So thank you girls forced me to face my true nature. And because this questionnaire seems to have been created for them, I expect Thom and Gael they stick them in turn.
Good evening and if I do not post back before then, Merry Christmas to all!
Gaëlle
PS: Oops, my apologies to Magda who first launched the provocative claim of snobitude ...
