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"Around the World in 80 Days" by Jules Verne


It is with these books he should read neither too early nor too late nor too young nor too old. Around the World in 80 Days part of it. Do not get me wrong, my goal is not to castigate the literature youth. I'm the first from Alice in Wonderland Peter Pan and among my favorite books.

Yet it is clear that we must read the novel by Verne at an age when the mind is still devoid of any detection of socio-moral prejudices. I can see fans of the man offended, but I can not help it, Verne's work will become part of the great classics that leave me deeply insensitive. In cases like this you've never experienced this strange sensation that causes you to ask: " but what does everyone find him at this guy? "

What I mean is keen on literature and adventure, Verne, I have heard very little since. Its precursor taste for science fiction, its machines back in time while I was pushing a priori naturally to him. But my path has never crossed his. A few months ago, I went with friends to see the stage adaptation of Sébastien Azzopardi, during which we laughed to tears several times. The original was based, so warm and dust in my library and as part me want to read the work, I told myself that this was indeed the right time.

And there, finishing the novel, what a disappointment ! Verne was regarded as a good teacher, I want to replicate a plot, it is not everything. Certainly, the idea is good and fun characters, but why dwell on 278 pages and give us strength to agonize technical descriptions that are designed to spread scientific learning of the author?

And gradually you realize that this bet that causes Mr. Phileas Fogg and his trusty servant Passepartout to travel without even thinking about visiting is relegated to mere entertainment. Worse, 're bored . The episodes could be exciting if the narrator continually adopt this condescending tone. Whenever Fogg seems to be missing a step, you do not even worry - unlike the other characters - because the outcome is so predictable and repetitive that you lose all interest. I can not count the times I looked up to heaven in a display of bad feelings, the endless descriptions of how a particular boat ...

Fogg and Passepartout passed successively by India, China, Japan, the United States, followed by Inspector Fix, convinced that the gentleman is responsible for a stolen bank notes. Fogg is generous, Passepartout he admires more than doubtful (yes my twisted mind tried to imagine a gay romance to spice up my very monotonous reading), Fogg recovered an Indian educated in English, they marry and are happy , Fogg wins his wager. That's about all. No psychology of the characters, no protagonist truly gripping, except perhaps Fogg, and again ... (The worst being Passepartout and Mrs. Aouda, the "good savage").

The example of the good savage allows me to connect with Verne who insists on showing us the local color of each country, the behavior of a particular nation, with a non-hidden racism. It becomes almost disgusting. Several people have responded that it was period, but this kind of apology leaves me frankly doubtful. It's a bit like saying it's okay to be anti-Semite during the Second World War, me see ...

I will conclude on the lack of style of Verne, to once again, not without some provocation, calling into question its status as a major author. Well go read the Verne. It reeks of bias and prejudice that is limit of behaviorism wild early. You feel that every event, every character corresponds to react a certain way. As for the revolutionary side of his technical inventions and imaginative, I'd say it has not aged a reader and the 21st is right not to be impressed. However, comparing with other authors in the same time the reader that I will always be fascinated by the psychological and stylistic richness of Flaubert or the modernity of a Zola.

Moral: go see the play you pay a good portion of Marradi, but try not to inflict pain to read.

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"Edvard Munch and the Anti-Scream" to the Picture Gallery

As its title indicates, the purpose of the exhibition is to return to work and ignored the prolific Norwegian artist that we only know that this painting has caused much ink The Scream. The frame fits perfectly with the atmosphere that emanates from the work. The organizers chose to make us walk through a dark maze recreates the intricacies of the psyche Munchienne, where only the works are illuminated.

The viewer can then explore the artistic career of the painter, biographical material, and especially how he handled - with dexterity - various techniques.

Precisely one of the aspects that affected me most in this retrospective: for once, the text accompanying the paintings and drawings focus on the work of Munch, the way he constantly reworked his works, superimposing layers, applying the color point ... long essays on his life (most of the time, my biographical explanations bore me).

However, we start with his debut, and his difficult childhood. What is impressive is to see how easily integrates Munch artistic trends of his time to subvert their techniques in his own way. It begins with small paintings in the impressionist style to Then get rid of the colored key, so his works become, like all other stars, threatening, despite the explosion of color. The scenes are winding webs. Munch wanted to "represent life" and she served it well. However, the presence of a shadow ( Woman red hat), an atmosphere ( Winter ) constantly reminds us that the reality depicted is his. A cold, hard reality, though alive. The trunk in yellow, and other similar landscapes, Munch uses a remarkable perspective, and the viewer is actually drawn into the picture.

Munch is precursor. Munch is Chaser, Munch follower. I mistakenly cataloged among the Expressionists, but he is by turns impressionistic, realistic, and symbolist. Sometimes even in a single canvas. Life and death coexist systematically ( The sick child, his visions of workers) are the winks, is looking for. The nudes are startling. I did not like the portraits too worked for me.

The pivotal period that represents the turn of the century (19th to 20th) I was most moved. That's when the trend Munch's symbolist asserts, Meanwhile almost mystical. He began working in lithography and engravings, techniques for which - in my opinion he is the most gifted. It's violent, dark and raw. The aficionado of dark art realizes that Munch is one of those artists who, like a Goya or a Fuseli, wonderfully depict the horrors of madness and nightmare. In these works, Munch is haunted by the disease, vampirism and hair of a woman.

We found a little further on the topic of sexuality with the troubled series Alpha and Omega or the story of a couple and the death of his half.

This series allows me to complete this taste Visit to say that I think should be devoid of heart to remain unmoved in the work of Munch. So I would borrow my father (who accompanied me) the last word "It's very moving."

So, do yourself a favor, rather than hang in the stifling heat of the Louvre invaded by tourist flashes, rather than rushing at shows that everyone is talking about, take a look at the side of Munch. There are only a few days ...

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It is, roughly there.

year end, the memory is made in deplorable conditions, with fortunately a layout that has the mouth and save the lack of content and ideas ...

1:58, July 26, several weeks before my departure. After these nighters to finish treatment of the subject who accompanied me throughout the year, Pre-Raphaelites my dears, I should go to bed, go take my shower, I'm all dirty coming out of Rocky - an additional explanation another day perhaps. But the urge to put the sketches on the canvas attacks me, I say with shame that I have not had time to talk about all these books, films, exhibitions encountered in recent months. I re-located some background: in 4 weeks exactly, I'm leaving for South Africa. (I stick to that one telling me that I will not finish in time for football, it is not at all why I chose to leave).

In fact, it was mandatory, we all leave for a year abroad. I can still see the list of destinations. South Africa? * it is *. tilt I know nothing about this country, and even now, I have only vague memories of being little and provided drafts of our civilization teacher this year. Elimination procedure:

U.S.? NO WAY. No return with the Yankee accent. Not crazy, the wasp. ideologically and then a year in Macquedo is literally impossible. There are ideas, ways of being in the land of Uncle Sam who disgusted me deeply. Nothing but the side still enthusiastic native. With a U.S. resident, all you do is "awesome" or "amazing" .

("I ate year call yesterday"

"You Do not Say! THAT'S AMAZING")

I'll stop here, where I'm going to get lynched. Well all is not generalizable, I know Americans who tear their mothers and thank you God, people like Steinbeck, Patti Smith, The White Stripes Jackson Pollock or have existed.

Australia? Okay.

London? What's the point? I spent my second life and is the city or I'll probably settle down one day.

Dublin? was my second choice. But Lucinda, she needs wide open spaces you see.

Scotland? too close. From left, both go to the other side of the world!

Why? Good question. This choice was made, like many things on a whim. Need something else, like backgrounds and cultures far away. And especially after the entry into a school known as "superior" I, in my dismay, discovered that very few people out there interested me. There were some courses that I had nothing to do, and that after my years of preparation, we sometimes took a bit for idiots. Pity you that you intend to enter an SLA, do not believe that you will encounter a multitude of educated people, engaging and exciting.

Those who know me say I am going there in a spirit of contradiction. What is not totally false. It is indeed quite draule, the reactions of my family or others at the news of the departure. It passes through the "but what are you gonna fuck this hole?" to "you're crazy! is super dangerous" . And then there are those who know. Who understand. In general, they regarded me with a special gleam in their eyes, tell me: "you'll see, you'll love" . But without saying more. As if, in making the announcement, they had shared a moment on the charge of secret smiles, unspoken and lived.

Except that I did not anticipate was that this little joker past came knocking at my door. Webcast of the scene in "Deferred

Him:" Hi, are you?

I

( grunt) : "Mmmm ... You to explain what you doing here? I did not call.

Him: sais.j You 've a lot of things for you.

-Really?

-You saw the bag that I lug around?

-Yesh.

"She is full of memories. From those you have thrown in the garbage, remember? I've recovered, I come to bring them back. You can not leave just like that by trying to delete them.

-OK, but I do what?

-Well ... you decide. I trust you. And I especially did trust them.

With that he slammed the door and disappeared as quickly as was entered.

must say that everything happened so fast ... And strangely, we realize that being happy is more difficult than you think. Maybe it's part of what is commonly called "grow". "Growing," the overwhelming force of the verb leads us to develop our Peter Pan syndrome. Or Bell and others. I brag, exult, but basically it's as if the film was going ahead rapidly. I have not had time to prepare myself for the idea. How is that, starting in 4 weeks? It's impossible, of course. Remains largely administrative procedures. Try for a few days, enjoy, see, learn, listen. With you, me, her, him, them, you.

I wish ... You can put so many sentences in the conditional. I wish I had more time here. It was too short, and I'm very disorganized. Result, I find myself like a fool to do everything at the last minute (at the same time, we do not change a winning team) and tonight, one ounce of melancholy emerges into the air, while I just enjoy the summer day in Paris when the sun finally decides to point the tip of his nose.

I'll be caught short, I know. At the time I leave, I suddenly noticed that I should manage better, stop being constantly on the floss. I imagine that once upon arrival at the airport, Jiminy will land with his clogs "ey casserole, you're not missing something by accident?"

Well, I stop here the great debates nostalgic stink philosophy countertops, preferring to look after my release. Too many "I" too much "me", to quote a friend Henri Beyle.

I have missed my entrance and my act ...