February 2010

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Household Items That Get You High

"I want a little more hesitancy and softness. "

is this little sentence that Marcel Proust told his hero of Research, and can be read in Combray, which prompted me to review a history Simple, Claude Sautet film that turned in 1978 because I had kept the memory of the speech of his heroine, or rather his dearest wish, was entirely contained in this:
"I want a little more hesitancy and softness. "

After a second viewing, clerk no later than last weekend, I was able to realize that not only the words spoken by the novelist expressed perfectly what Mary, the main character in A Simple Story that interpreter, it must be said, an absolutely overwhelming Romy Schneider realism because here, when it plays the beloved women, she is like all women loved, that is, as illuminated from within and immediately takes ten or fifteen years older, when she must assume the role of these women that bullies and has his eyes ever speak, eyes that speak not as those of an actress but it runs like those people you meet in real life to betray, like theirs, elk heart, intimate gardens, by modesty and sometimes out of pride, they inhibit or mask with an evasive gesture of the hand or even a smile misleading, wanted in terms of her love life, which, incidentally, my recollection had fully set, but also reflected that it required the company in which she lived, a claim which had no politics and that did not fool's hope, for his idealism to it limited to attempting to change the behavior a little too good little soldier of one of his friends, once her husband that his company was amply rewarded for his efforts, so he could from his office as a leader bitterly acquired, help another of his friends that his high salary part, its much more than fifty well-typed, predisposed to cart dismissal. course, Mary, the heroine of Claude Sautet, never uttered the words of Proust, but the fact remains that the
"a little more hesitancy and softness"

the novelist, as indeed the reason its total and definitive rupture from the world of men, a completely new lifestyle choices that Serge's lover, would be the first to know. And for good reason, hesitation and gentleness, access keys, certainly the world of Mary and one of her best friend Gabrielle, have in fact over time it completely disappeared in his forties. Because of habit? Admittedly, because it was a time when Serge was capable of delicacy, it was time to love and honest self-revelation, it was the time when he did not think even Mary gained for life, was the time in which to make her happy and the household, he knew put distance between himself and his place in society, between him and the speed of cars between himself and transferred manly buddies, but also because, like many men, Serge N has neither taste nor inclination to the intimate and sensitive his natural inclinations for strength and pride, encouraging them to pursue paths that are totally contrary. For this resignation because it was, Serge receive from Mary a letter of rupture, which would be both brutal, to tell her an abortion which he knew nothing, and full of delicacy because it is only in the wave this sentence: "These are not your travels all the time and nothing that made you away from me. For a long time is when we're together I miss you the most " she would tell him he was no longer the man he had been at the beginning of their history.

Then would come the turn of George, and through this ex-husband, who remained his friend, the universe of all men whole - which, incidentally, did not exclude it might not be his own son for what sentence in her eyes when she learns that his girlfriend Nicole was " "have a chance" -

because this man, a sort of paragon of social and professional success, was too much to disappoint the one hand, preferred to his love, this love that drove her to love the bed to the ideas, that of a youth of twenty years and the other to allow Jerome the framework to notice of termination in the cart, where his company had put its desire to escape, he expressed a very charitable "Everyone should have a chance," have not gone beyond the promise.

After the suicide of Jerome, a death he gave as much by pride as by distress, Gabrielle, his wife, would join Mary in her Paris apartment. And no doubt only be raised by two loving women, by women in these two names for the first angel and holy of the holy for the second, the small seed sown by George in Mary's womb would not repeat, the latter, saying that of Serge or contact George, she had so often on the tip Language:

"I want a little more hesitancy and softness. "

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Can You Wax When You Have Yeast Infection

Bach is an astronomer who discovers the most wonderful stars. Beethoven is measured to the universe. Me, I only want to express the heart and soul of man. " Chopin said of his music, including Chopin we will celebrate this month the bicentennial Chopin seems a very modest here to place his work behind that of Bach, whom he loved very much, and behind that of Beethoven, who, it seems, the terrorizing a little.

But because in this statement, we must first remember that Chopin had made the human soul an excavation site and its territory of choice, and it goes a little even for the general Marcel Proust I thought who better than the latter to celebrate the 200th anniversary of the birth of Polish composer? Here is what Marcel Proust wrote about Frederic Chopin in A Love of Swann

[...] The pianist who completed the piece by Liszt and having started a Chopin prelude, Ms. Cambremer launched from Madame de Franquetot a tender smile of satisfaction competent and allusion to the past. She had learned in his youth to caress phrases, long sinuous neck and oversized, Chopin, so free, so flexible, so tactile, which begin to look and try them out and place well away from the direction of their departure, far from the point where we had hoped be expected by their touch, and does play in this fantasy that gap to return more deliberately - a return more deliberate, more accurately, like a crystal that resonates far as to cry - you hit the heart.

What the novelist said the musician is so cute and so profoundly true that I have been long tried to limit this homage to that one sentence that I extracted from Volume 1 of Research. And then, while browsing on YouTube, I stumbled upon an interpretation of the night No. 1 Chopin made me radically changed his mind. The reason for this volte-face? It is quite simple: Claudio Arrau, performing this night, not just playing Chopin, Chopin at once away from the fuss and hype and the drought that it was sometimes used to differentiate these frills and fla-flas, but also sing, intent both tangible and delicate, his own little inner music. When Chopin said he was merely trying to express the heart and soul of man!