Il paraît que je suis sarcastique... Ca me ferait rire!
People tell me I'm sarcastic... hahaha!

mardi 27 novembre 2007

Can't judge a book?

I did it!
I did it, and it's a small victory against everyday boredom, against my slow descent into the dark waters of a life without art and culture.
I read a book.

I suppose it's something you do often enough without feeling the urge to brag about it online, or don't do that often without trying to explore the subconscious origins of your literary indifference...

But literature and I have always been really close. I asked my Mum to teach me how to read before elementary school and from this moment onwards, I haven't stopped reading. Books, magazines, newspaper articles, adverts, cereal boxes. Reading has always been like entering a bubble, and finding a different scenery, different friends, and sometimes a different time. You let the words take you away, you forget to check your watch, you create your own images, and you get out more mature.
A few years ago, I decided to study literature. To cut it open, to operate on it, to decipher the techniques behind the magic, to re-organise it in movements, to read the influences. But reading compulsory books, and analysing them along compulsory angles made me lose my passion for literature, which couldn't take me much further than the next essay subject.
Since September, nothing's compulsory any longer. But I have found myself rather unable to read. It feels a little bit like not being able to stand your best friend. You try to ignore the feeling at first, thinking it'll go away pretty soon, but when it sticks to you, you begin to question yourself and to feel somewhat gloomy.

So last week, I took myself by the hand to a book shop, and I got myself two French novels, with the clear objective to read one of them by Christmas. I finished reading it yesterday. Certainly not the best book I've ever read, but I was back in the bubble, I forgot to check my watch a couple of times, I even went to bed earlier just to be able to read a few more pages. The novel is called "Open to a certain sorrow" (Accessible à une certaine mélancolie), by Patrick Besson. And I can begin to be open to a certain peace of mind.

3 commentaires:

Chimpy a dit…

Hey great news !
Le deuxième bouquin c'était quoi ?
J'ai enfin fini Shalimar le Clown de Sir Salman Rushdie, je me suis attaquée à autre chose de très différent...

siete semanas en Colombia a dit…

demande a Chimpy si ce monsieur Rushdie a fait la star academy je crois que oui...
et je ne suis toujours pas capable de lire... même pas la boîte de "tussidoron" que j'ai devant moi...
je suis... HS...

Anonyme a dit…

well.. it's like I thought!