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Chargement... Requiem pour l'Est (2000)par Andreï Makine
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Inscrivez-vous à LibraryThing pour découvrir si vous aimerez ce livre Actuellement, il n'y a pas de discussions au sujet de ce livre. ¿Por qué lo fusilaron?», le pregunta un dÃa un adolescente huérfano a Sacha, la mujer de pelo cano que, una noche, cuando era niño, se lo llevó estrechándolo entre sus brazos de la cabaña escondida en un bosque del Cáucaso donde vivÃa con sus padres. La respuesta de Sacha es la conmovedora historia de los abuelos de ese niño, Nikolai y Anna, de la sanguinaria guerra civil que sufrieron, de las atrocidades de Blancos y Rojos, de la ciega obediencia al Soviet y sus nefastas consecuencias, de las hambrunas...; y es la historia de Pavel, su padre, de su aterradora experiencia durante la segunda guerra mundial, de sus compañeros en la tropa disciplinaria usada como carne de cañón para liberar un campo de concentración, de su vida errante tras la guerra hasta que conoce a su mujer y se establecen en esa cabaña del bosque. One could note that I was reading this at the airport when my wife arrived here in the heartland. That wouldn't be true. i was holding the novel. My incessant glaring at the pages didn't yeild any comprehension. i kept staring at the pages. Reading did ensue a few days later and I think I concluded the tome in a federal office. It is a fine example of the sidelong glance, fleeting details which sear into the brain well after the plot, as it were, has faded into the fog. "Requiem for a Lost Empire" is, if nothing else, aptly named. It's narrated sometime in the early nineteen nineties by a Russian doctor, a veteran of various unnamed proxy wars, who was raised an orphan. After the collapse of the Soviet Union, he finds himself at loose ends: separated from his state-appointed life partner, he wanders a suddenly unfamiliar global landscape. The book is long on retrospection: the narrator relates how he learned of his family's tragic history, which was more-or-less defined by a series of twentieth-century tragedies: the Second World War, Stalin's famine and purges, and the small, messy wars that characterized the Cold War. Makine characterizes Russia's history as an almost continual tragedy, and while this isn't exactly novel, his writing gives this view real force: his depiction of war and its aftermath is astonishingly direct and excruciatingly difficult to read: it hits the reader with the force of an uppercut. Makine's plotting and construction is also masterful. Readers who insist on a certain level of realism might lose patience with him: he mostly avoids particulars, but while his use of symbolism and metaphor is easy to spot, his characters never feel like literary devices. Makine's characters have had most of their choices made for them by ideologically charged events beyond their control, but they never seem less than human. The author's focus is so personal it almost feels granular: there isn't a sentence in this book that can't be related back to its central themes. It's an impeccably controlled performance. In the end, it's this personal focus that gives me a few reservations about "Requiem for a Lost Empire." The book is, in a sense, a love story: as the narrator searches for his former partner, her absence fills the whole world. But the book might have done with a wider perspective, too: the narrator's own politics are never really clear, and I kept wanting for him to share some sort of opinion on the whole Soviet experiment. Considering that Marxist-Leninism defined his life, you'd think he'd have something to say about it as he watched it sink out of sight. The novel does draw some comparison between the Soviets' efforts to export their revolution and Western capitalist arms merchants, but this feels like something of a false equivalence and evasion, if you'll pardon the nationality-specific charge, a particularly French evasion of a pretty basic moral judgment. That objection notwithstanding, "Requiem for a Lost Empire" is melancholy, tragic, thoughtful, and beautifully written. Recommended. As far as contents, a most difficult book to read, poignant, soul-wrenching but so true to life in all respects... And I shall never think about any war (and one in particular) in the same way again. But the beauty of expression is so remarkable that it took my breath away (much as the other A.Makine's book that I've read recently - "Dreams of My Russian Summers"). The talent is unquestionable. Like a sponge, I couldn't help but absorb every single word with gratitude, and in translation, at that! - one can only imagine what a relish it would be to read it in original. Undoubtedly, I have discovered another favorite author, after reading just two of his books. Eager to read more.... "Karlus" of the 09/19/08 review has it right. I was born in 1954. One of the earliest things I learned, as a carefree American child, was that Stalin died in 1953. As Makine's narrator travels back and forth in 20th-century time in this realistic fictional memoir, I as reader correlate each identifiable moment with that time in my own life. The effect is sobering. Makine's language, in this translation from the French by Geoffrey Strachan, both stimulates and orders a reader's thoughts.
Andrej Makine hat in diesem Roman mittels des exemplarischen Lebenswegs seiner Hauptfigur und deren Vorfahren fast ein ganzes Jahrhundert russischer Geschichte erzählt. Es ist tatsächlich ein Requiem herausgesprungen, ein Buch der Enttäuschungen und Verluste, des Schmerzes und unerfüllter Sehnsüchte, ein Trauergesang auf eine untergegangene Kultur und eine an der Politik gescheiterte Liebe. Die Neigung zum sentimentalen Pathos ist ein genuines Phänomen großer russischer Literatur. Obwohl Makine seit geraumer Zeit in Paris lebt und Französisch schreibt, sind diese künstlerischen Wurzeln bei ihm unübersehbar. Hier spricht so etwas wie die melancholische "russische Seele", gebrandmarkt durch die Geschichte und gekränkt von unerwiderter Vaterlandsliebe. Appartient à la série éditorialeGallimard, Folio (3587)
M©?decin militaire engag©? par les services de renseignements sovi©?tiques, le narrateur a pour mission de recueillir des informations dans les pays o©£ les tensions se cristallisent entre Am©?ricains et Russes, et de d©?manteler ainsi des r©?seaux de vente d'armes. Ce seront dix ans d'une vie v©?cue dans la proximit©? de la mort. Un homme qui tente de retrouver sa v©?rit©? © travers l'histoire de la Russie. Aucune description trouvée dans une bibliothèque |
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