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Chargement... Ennuis de noce (1949)par Stig Dagerman
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"Considered by many to be Stig Dagerman's magnum opus, Wedding Worries spans the twenty-four hours of Hildur Palm's wedding day and night, beginning with an ominous knock on her door before sunrise and ending after a fitful night with an uncertain look into her future with her new husband, the village butcher. Characterized by its stream of consciousness style and perspective shifts between a colorful variety of characters, this novel oscillates between chaotic burlesque and sharp meditation, tackling themes of loneliness, suffering, and the human capacity to make do with unalterable circumstances, set against the backdrop of rural Sweden." -- Aucune description trouvée dans une bibliothèque |
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“She turned off the light and wakened the boy. How do you say in German “Am I a bad person?” He answered and fell back asleep.
Since then she always uses this. Bin ich ein schlechter Mensch? Saying it this way has its advantages. It sounds as if it concerns someone else, the foreign tongue serving as a buffer between the scream and silence. It turns the whole thing into a conundrum, and she often ends up thinking: Good Lord, I’m really an intellectual, you know. Fortunately she doesn’t know enough German to ever be able to answer her own question.”
“But Westlund doesn’t like seeing Siri’s heart cut out like a piece of cake.
“What have you done to the girl?” he shouts again, and now they all come and crowd together under then pendant lamp.
“We’ve just opened her little heart,” Mary explains, “There’s nothing more wonderful than opening small, small hearts.”
“When did you get this?” Irma asks in a scathing voice, and she points to a deep wound with festering edges.
“As long as I can remember,” Siri whispers, “I’ve always had it.””
“At the end, everyone falls asleep - all except one. Everyone always falls asleep at the end - all except the blessed. But before everyone falls asleep, a chase has taken place. Where to find the friend I seek? Each of them, before they fell asleep, had been searching. In the mornings, we find them sleeping everywhere, many in the strangest positions. In the mornings, the seekers are sleeping. Some sleep in the forest on black stones, stretched out across the stones, their nails torn. Some come floating along the current, their hair flowing in the opposite direction. Many are lying in meadows; in the mornings some meadows look like battlefields, but battlefields without blood. Some lie in hollows. This small, black hollow - could it be my home? But no one asks, all the seekers fall asleep wherever they have found something; and if they haven’t found anything, they fall asleep where they are. In the morning, we find many on glaciers, their arms melting, and some are hanging in the trees, vertically as if they were standing on air.
Yes, in the mornings we find them in all places, those who have been searching for their friend.” ( )