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Titre: Souvenirs dormants
Auteur: Patrick Modiano
Narrateur: Christian Gonon
Format: Unabridged
Durée: 2 hrs and 4 mins
Langue: Français
Date de publication: 10-26-17
Éditeur: Gallimard
Genres: Fiction, Contemporary
Résumé de l'éditeur:
"Vous en avez de la mémoire..." "Oui, beaucoup... Mais j'ai aussi la mémoire de détails de ma vie, de personnes que je me suis efforcé d'oublier. Je croyais y être parvenu et sans que je m'y attende, après des dizaines d'années, ils remontent à la surface, comme des noyés, au détour d'une rue, à certaines heures de la journée."
Christian Gonon restitue la poésie, le trouble et le mystère de ces souvenirs de femmes.
©2017 Éditions Gallimard (P)2017 Éditions Gallimard
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The Eternal Return of the Same
-- On one of those stalls by the Seine, the title of a book caught
my attention: The Time of Encounters. It was a period of strange
encouters for me also, that time in the distant pastâ.*
The flavor is as unmistakable as the whiff of Gitanes. Who but Patrick Modiano would start a book that way, responding to a trivial trigger, delving deeply into a half-remembered past? Let's go a little farther on the same page:
-- I could start by recalling Sunday evenings. They were always
sources of apprehension, as for all those who have had to return
to boarding school, in winter, at the end of the afternoon, in the
falling dusk. The feeling will pursue them in their dreams, possibly
for their entire lives. On Sunday evenings, several people would
gather in Martine Hayward's apartment, and I found myself among them.
I was twenty, and did not feel entirely at ease. A feeling of guilt
took hold of me, as though I were still a schoolboy and, instead of
going back to school, I had run away.*
While reading, I had made a long list of passages to quote, and may indeed get to a few more of them, but I found myself writing out this paragraph from the first page instead. It really doesn't matter. For to read Modiano is to enter a fractal universe, where any one passage seems to contain all others. And not just in the one book; each one contains memories of those before it. In this one, for instance, in apparently random lists of names, you encounter the names Stioppa, Caisley, and Guy Lavigne. The last two names crop up in DANS LE CAFÉ DE LA JEUNESSE PERDUE ("In the Cafe of Lost Youth"); the first recalls RUE DES BOUTIQUES OBSCURES (translated as "Missing Person"). I am not saying that these are the same people in this later book -- none of the three actually appears -- merely that Modiano sows his narrative with details that are vaguely familiar; déjà vu might be the author's middle name.
-- "You surely remember." Yes, certainly. But I also have memories
of things in my life, of certain persons that I have forced myself
to forget. I thought I had succeeded, but sometimes after decades
have passed they will surface unexpectedly like drowned bodies, at
a bend in the street, at certain times in the day.*
Modiano has many ways to conjure the past. In many of his books, though a little less so here, there is his meticulous gazetteer of Paris streets; when his narrator says he is extraordinarily sensitive to the spirit of a place, he isn't kidding. Then there is his catalogue of proper names, often strung together in lists.