I do not know very well what led me to Roux. It seems to me that I had noticed his name among many others throughout my reading of Journal of Nabe or simply because he wrote an essay about Celine. Still, as I plunged into this little volume with great relish. Consisting of fragments can be taken everywhere, a moment you can read a few lines and to enjoy the features often dazzling. Roux lived for literature is an expression that takes the cliché but what concerns it makes sense. I realize that the shade is also a cliche but whatever. Chasing Gombrowicz, Pound and others he has given great volumes Cahiers de L'Herne, participated with Bourgois the creation of editions of the same name. Often where it was needed but with a hatred, a rage at heart, one that can not breathe, to be with his family.
reflections on politics, with a penchant for De Gaulle, on women, literature make this book a kind of newspaper scattered burning one who enters it. As long as we consider the interior with respect one can only admire the way not to compromise, to climb up to the writers whom he loved. Roux also finished as a modern Rimbaud, by departing from the literature, except that it would deviate Places to go back. All this is well told in a beautiful portrait visible on the site of Ina . Roux should be a likeable character, certainly demanding of others but endearing.
few passages:
- The time is just passing time. Repeat this until blood spurts from his nose.
- Suzanne Gontard, who was high on his children's tutor, who called Friedrich Hölderlin. "I do not like crying in my footsteps in the garden," she said one day. Hölderlin returned on foot from Bordeaux to Tübingen.
- When you see the landing on the moon, the craze foul of the populace and its elites, it ends up being with a certain church that still think the earth is flat.
- It is certain that all hope is completely unnecessary no matter what happens.
- One day, paying tribute to real publishers, real talent scouts, Kra to Rieder, Grasset Denoël at all then swallowed by the usurper Gallimard who has only redeem one Proust, Celine with another, the third Malraux, Jean Genet to the Crossbow, etc..
- Silvestre de Sacy about Joubert: "The mediocre minds write because they are poor, and perhaps there more superior minds you'd think who do not write because they are superior. "
- saying that most people come home at night, stick to their televisions while sipping a beer while their brains in their flop as head of soft calf.
- For a woman to enjoy, it is necessary that the crop is back and is not other things on his mind.
- What love than accept forfeiture of love!
- Making a living. This time lost loot won.
- Formerly one of the men said they were possessed and that was a plus. Today we talk of alienation and is a minus.
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