mercredi 27 février 2008

Un pur produit des frères Cohen!



Les frères Cohen sont de retour et ils sont en pleine forme! No country for old men fut saluée par la critique, et il y a de quoi.

Javier Bardem, en tueur psychopathe, porte le film à lui seul, même si le film vaut bien plus que par le seul jeu de cet acteur. Mar adentro avait montré l'étendue de ses talents, ce film les confirme si confirmation il y avait besoin. Rien qu'à voir l'acteur à l'écran, on a peur pour le personnage principal du film.

L'histoire n'a rien de révolutionnaire. Un homme tombe par hasard sur un carnage: un deal de drogue ayant mal tourné. Tout le monde s'étant manifestement entretué, et une valise d'argent étant bêtement abandonnée, il serait fort dommagê de ne pas en profiter. Sauf qu'il ne se doute pas un instant qu'un tueur de ce calibre serait à ses trousses. S'ajoute à cela l'humour noir féroce des frères Cohen, incarné par Tommy Lee Jones, impeccable dans son rôle de vieux shérif.

Il ne se passe rien presque rien dans le film, une simple course poursuite. Mais on savoure de bout en bout, tellement les quelques phrases lapidaires sont géniales, et les situations époustouflantes.

The coolness factor

What is cool? Who decides what is and what is not cool? Do I belong to an accepted group? Admit it, these are questions that have crossed your mind at one point or another. For plenty of others, the question of cool is a constant preoccupation. It is easy to dismiss such preoccupation as childish and infantile but like it or not we are all susceptible to it. And it reflects the greater preoccupation of belonging.
This is the subject of Scott Westerfeld’s book “So Yesterday”. It is written ostensibly for teen readers but an adult reader will be hard pressed not to feel a twinge or two of recognition at the characters and their predicament. The book is premised on the idea that society resembles a pyramid –divided into the Innovators, the small select few on top who are so original as to be beyond and above the average definition of cool, followed by the Trendsetters who are actually cool, keep watch on innovations and are watched by others so that what they wear and do becomes cool. Two steps down from the top are the Early Adopters who have the newest and latest in everything before everybody else but unlike the Trendsetters, find their stuff from the magazines. They are followed by the Consumers, the vast bulk of people who need to see tv, magazines and movies before deciding on what is cool. And finally we have the Laggards, those who resist all change. The story’s main protagonist is Hunter, a 17 year old Trendsetter whose work is to find the latest cool thing in the streets. Along with other trendsetters, he takes part in cool tastings or focus groups as known in the real world and they determine whether the Client’s product passes muster in the cool barometer. Things change when he meets Jen, an Innovator. Matters become complicated when his boss disappears and they stumble on a mysterious cache of the coolest shoes they’d ever seen. Worse yet is how the disappearance and shoes seem to be linked together. What follows is a hunt all across NY city to solve the mysterious disappearance of his boss and the mystery shoes and its implications for Hunter and Jen.
In So Yesterday, Westerfeld has written a fast paced and funny story of two teenagers on the brink of a huge discovery. He has written likeable characters who stumble about and make mistakes but ultimately make their way successfully. It is written in a breezy manner but underlying such manner is an examination of the way big business works and the necessarily related consumer process. The author tackles the question of who determines what people want, or at the very least think they want and the process is not necessarily a pretty one. And contrary to what we may want to believe, our choices in what we wear, what we buy or even places to patronize are not necessarily the result of free will. Underlying the breezy tone of the book is a worry that because of the need to belong, we have become too much the product of a fabricated environment which precludes original thinking. It makes for an uncomfortable thought and gives added gravitas to the think out of the box concept. It’s a clarion call to stand out and be different. We all have it in us. Somewhere.

mardi 26 février 2008

An evening with an author


Last Thursday night, the Village Voice held a book reading of Xiaolu Guo’s A Concise Chinese-English Dictionary for Lovers. I have to confess that I haven’t read the book and was curious to see what it was all about. I thought that a reading from the author herself was as good a way as any to decide whether I was going to read it. It proved to be an interesting and stimulating evening.
Xiaolu Guo is already a published author in her native China and a filmmaker to boot. She is slight and delicately boned with a ready smile for her audience. For the reading she came with her French translator, a friend who provided accordion music for the reading and a tall, slightly supercilious man who seemed to be her French editor. To open her talk she talked candidly of her experience while writing the book and how it was a once in a lifetime experience for her. As such, she struggled greatly for its publication. She added wryly that the narrative structure and the fact that she’s a non-white person attempting to break into American and English publication made it a herculean feat. While she takes pains to mention that the book is not in fact autobiographical, she likewise says that the story is based partly on diary entries she kept during her first years in London. More tellingly, she herself only started learning English three years ago. What was appreciable in her talk was her candor in discussing the idea of her discovering herself through the process of learning another language. One gets a sense of the importance that she places on language as a reflection of a sense of self. Writing her book evolved into a process of discovery for her; of finding a sense of individuality completely different from her traditional upbringing which emphasized the collective. There is a fierce intellect in her that is at once discerning and curious.
I was greatly surprised when the English reading by Ms. Guo was followed by the French version. Apparently the French editor was present not merely to provide moral support (as I originally thought) but also to do the French reading. What was striking about the translation was how it deviated from the original. In the English version, the prose is written in broken grammar which reflects the language level of the character. As translated in French, the narrative is presented in a smooth unbroken, seemingly correct grammar. Nothing wrong with that except that it is written differently and deliberately so I might add, in English. This was made all the more obvious by the fact that the French and English were read one after the other. I wasn’t the only one who remarked on this fact and the question was raised accordingly. The author admitted that the translations of her book were often written more perfectly than her original text. It is a curious thing to see how much a translation can change things. As Ms. Guo pointed out, it becomes a simple story, one among the many published, but somehow the linguistic point of the story is lost. Hmmm..this to my mind is a strong argument to read in the original. I came away from the reading with a strong respect for its author and a desire to read her book. Up next will be the book review of The Concise Chinese-English Dictionary for Lovers. Ms. Guo will be back next in Paris in March to attend the Salon du Livres and for the Women’s Film Festival where they will be showing her short film.

lundi 25 février 2008



Stanley Kubrick nous a légué des bons films (Shining), des mauvais (Eyes Wide Shut), et des excellentissimes (Orange Mecanique). Je ne savais donc qu'attendre de Full Metal Jacket, pourtant fort renommé.

Première surprise, le rôle principal est tenu par Matthew Modine, découvert dans Birdy (cf. critique du film) une semaine auparavant, et dont le talent m'avait impressionné. Je ne suis pas déçu de le découvrir dans un personnage totalement différent, mais finalement assez semblable.

Private Joker (Soldat Guignol en VF) est un engagé assez désabusé mais décidé à aller jusqu'au bout de la formation militaire de huit semaines destinée à faire de lui un véritable Marine. La première moitié du film montrera donc cet apprentissage de la vie, quoiqu'on peut se demander si c'est vraiment la vie. La devise "marche ou crève" est particulièrement d'actualité, bien qu'elle pourrait s'adapter en "cours ou crève". Certains n'y résisteront pas, d'autres survivront comme Private Joker.

Mais la formation militaire ne sera qu'une pâle version de ce qui les attend au Vietnâm. Bien qu'engagé en tant que correspond de guerre, Guignol n'échappera pas au combat, et comprendra que l'humour ne protège pas de tout.

Et c'est en cela qu'il rejoint le personnage de Birdy. En choisissant envers et contre tout, la vie et tout ce qu'elle implique, le pire mais aussi les quelques rayons d'espoir qui peuvent exister.

vendredi 22 février 2008

An unexpected discovery

Recently while carrying out the important task of finding my beloved’s gift, I discovered a lovely place for lunch near the very swanky Bon Marche. I must confess that all I wanted was the ubiquitous boulangerie sandwich, being pressed for time as always, but big surprise, the only boulangerie in sight had a queue as far as the eye could see. So I walked away, resigned to being hungry awhile longer when I walked past a small but nice looking restaurant. Of course it was packed but it looked inviting with its purple walls and and Berber art on the walls. What luck! I was given a decent table at the corner, but not near the door, kitchen or toilet as normally single diners get. Chez Les Filles serves lovely authentic Moroccan food. The menu features big hearty salads but what is noteworthy is their tagine du jour for just 13 euros. A great deal considering that it’s a large platter and filled to the brim. Even better, it was savory and rich enough that afterwards I felt quite satiated and ready for a nap. Of course, I couldn’t resist having the mint tea after which was delicious and the perfect end to the meal. According to the harried woman serving the heaping platters of tagines, it gets packed quite quickly so the best thing to do is to come before the hordes descend or just at the tail end of lunch like I did. And I noticed, that despite her harried air, she took note of my request to have (if possible) only the white meat of the chicken which was the tagine of the day. All in all, the restaurant was quite a nice discovery. As I was leaving, I noticed a sign saying that they have a Berber style brunch every Sunday. A treat to discover another day!

mardi 19 février 2008

A wintry weekend in Stockholm


What better way to celebrate a birthday in the family than to discover a new place together?
One wintry weekend we did exactly that and set off to visit Stockholm. The Swedish capital is laid out in a series of 14 islands out of the 30,000 islands that make up Swedish archipelago. As it is laid out in different islands, it makes for different sections of the city, each with their own distinct characteristics. And since a weekend was all we had, one area we chose to concentrate on was Gamla Stan, the historic center. It is a small enclave of narrow streets that go around the structure that is the Royal Palace. It is best enjoyed by going off into the small side streets that branch off from the main artery and by admiring the yellow and orange buildings that line the streets. After wandering around the old city, we set off to discover the Royal Palace



The Royal Palace is still the official residence of the royal family and during state visits and other high occasions, foreign dignitaries are housed in one of the roomy state apartments. It is not a particularly imposing building, but what is interesting about it is the lived-in feel of the apartments. It is clear that this is still in use today and not merely a museum, like so many other royal castles are. Perhaps the most attractive courtyard is the southernmost one where we beheld, along with myriad other tourists, the traditional changing of the guards. And, if you are fond of having your photo taken with soldiers standing guard at their post, it’s a good idea to have one taken with the Swedish guard. They actually crack a smile when a tourist poses with them. A far cry from the English guards at Buckingham Palace, I dare say.



And because we are at bottom, intrepid souls (and because we dutifully followed the guidebook’s recommendation to include in our sightseeing a boat tour), we braved the winter weather to take a short cruise up the waters of the Baltic in order to get a short look at the archipelago. We boarded a well equipped tour boat which thoughtfully provided us with blankets, and upon ascent we found that the open deck seats were all covered in fur. Hmmm….this should have been a forewarning but we nonetheless took our seats. Thankfully, the first half of the tour towards the open sea was quite pleasant and the guide took pains to point out that the current weather of 7 degrees Celsius was quite springlike for the Swedes. Nonetheless the second half was a chilly one, with the supposedly springlike wind hitting us full on in the face. We gradually lost everyone to the warmer below deck till we were but five or so left. Brr. It must be said however that the boat tour is a good idea to catch a glimpse of the other islands of the Archipelago. For our tour, we were able to catch a glimpse of one of the closer islands of the Archipelago called Fjaderholmarna. Composed of 4 islands, it lies just 6 kilometers east of downtown Stockholm. During the summer and spring, it is packed with Swedes and tourists sunning themselves and enjoying the many restaurants and bars located in the northern island. Right now though everything is still and quiet. On our way back to the drop off point, we caught a glimpse of the big standing structure that is the Vasa Museet.




All the guidebooks are in agreement that if you could only visit one museum in all of Stockholm, you must make sure that it is the Vasa Museet. And it is certainly well worth the tip. The Vasa Museet houses the Vasa the largest and best preserved ship of its kind in the world. It is a fantastically immense Swedish warship built in 1620 which unfortunately sank in the waters of the Baltic just twenty minutes after its official launch. From there, the Vasa lay until its discovery by Anders Franzen, an amateur naval historian in 1956. Because the waters of the Baltic are less saline than most seas, this has preserved the Vasa in nearly perfect condition. 95% of the ship is original. Inspite of its nearly pristine state, it took the archaeologists 30 painstaking years to complete the preservation and restoration work that the Vasa required. Work is still on going as the museum continues to try to determine the ship’s original colors. Even if you are not a fan of ships and all things maritime, I guarantee that your jaw will drop once you catch sight of this particular one. It is quite a sight to walk into the gloomy hall of the museum and realize, as your eyes adjust just how immense the Vasa is. It is over 225 ft long, equipped with 2 gun decks, 64 canons and from stern to stern is decorated with fantastically designed sculptures. Visitors can view the ship from six different levels and the Museum has expanded to include dioramas and models to show life during the 17th century. What a great way to end a visit to Stockholm.



Fashion according to Christian Lacroix

Christian Lacroix is undoubtedly one of the most forward thinking and extravagant couturiers of today. His 20 years in an industry known for its fickleness attests to his staying power. And what better way to mark his twentieth year in the industry than with his first ever retrospective exhibition. And what a retrospective it is. Invited by the Musee des Arts Decoratifs to present his take on fashion history beginning from the 18th century, Lacroix was accorded rare access to the Museum’s immense storerooms to view and select which items would be included in his retrospective. The genius of this exhibition is the underlying thematic classification. Due to the large volume of pieces available for showing, Lacroix has grouped the clothes into different themes and accordingly chose pieces ranging from 18th century to the present which beautifully reflect such theme. And because this is a history of fashion, all the great names are present. Charles Worth, Elsa Schiaparelli, Madeline Vionnet, Jeanne Lanvin, Chanel, Christian Dior, Pierre Balmain, Emmanuel Ungaro and even Mainbocher are included in the collection displayed.
Interspersed with Museum pieces are his creations from the House of Lacroix archives. Among some of the themes used are the colors Black, White and Colors, Polka Dots and Plaid, Flowers, Graphisme and Historicisme to name a few. Along with each group is a short introduction reflecting the reasons behind the inclusion of each piece within the group. As an added bonus, we have an insight to the different places, events and things which have influenced Lacroix in all his years in the industry. It is a beautifully presented not to be missed exhibition. And since, I couldn’t very well take home the pieces I especially loved, I consoled myself with purchasing the book on the exhibit. It makes for a great souvenir of a truly exceptional exhibition.


Some stand out favorites:





L'art du singulier



Graphisme

Fleurs


Historicisme





lundi 18 février 2008

Une histoire d'adolescents... mais aussi d'adultes


Cataloguée comme la nouvelle comédie indépendant américaine, dans la même veine que Little Miss Sunshine, Juno raconte la grossesse d'une adolescente enceinte par accident (mais y-a-t-il des adolescentes enceintes par envie?).

Pragamatique, mais dégoûtée par les méthodes d'avortement, Juno décide de porter à terme sa grossesse et de donner son bébé à une famille cherchant à adopter. Son choix se porte alors sur un couple bien sous tout rapport.

On rit effectivement devant cette comédie bien sympathique. Mais derrière l'humour se cache la réalité de la vie adulte, et la grossesse de Juno marque un pas en avant vers sa vie d'adulte. Mais "on est jeune quand on a dix-sep ans", et elle ne renoncera donc pas à sa vie d'adolescente.

N'ayant pas vu Little Miss Sunshine, je ne peux comparer. Juno est certes drôle, mais est-ce plus drôle que la Grande Vadrouille? Je ne sais pas, mais finalement toute occasion de sourire (ou de rire) est bonne à prendre. En revanche, c'est une bonne occasion pour un parent d'emmener son adolescente au cinéma... et de lui faire passer un message.

Enfin un vrai classique!


A force de voir et lire des films et livres dits "classiques", et m'être juste ennuyée à mourir, je commençais à me demander si finalement toute oeuvre n'était pas destinée à vieillir car attachée à une époque, et par conséquent à se faire oublier par les nouvelles générations. Certains auteurs tels que Victor Hugo ou Alexandre Dumas faisaient certes vaciller ma théorie, mais je cherchais encore un film puissant l'infirmer.

Et la Grande Vadrouille m'a donné la réponse. Certes ce n'est guère intellectuel, mais cela reste attaché à une époque, la deuxième guerre mondiale. Ce n'est donc pas forcément trasngénérationnel.

Et pourtant.... J'ai beau l'avoir vu plusieurs fois, et j'ai beau ne pas aimer revoir ou relire les mêmes oeuvres (par manque de temps), je me suis laissée prendre au jeu. Et je ne regrette rien. A la seconde où je voyais Bourvil, le fou rire me gagnait déjà. Cet air benêt, ce rôle si parfait. Alors quand De Funès arrive, une vague de joie me gagnait.

Certes le film est totalement irréaliste, mais c'est tellement bon de se entraîner dans cette atmosphère bon enfant. On en oublierait presque la dureté du monde réel.

Alors, oui les classiques existent, et je me félicite d'avoir également Rabbi Jacob dans ma Dvdthèque...

L'amitité dépasse-t-elle la trahison?



Inspiré par une sa propre histoire, Sorj Chalandon romance dans Mon Traître la trahison d'un leader de l'Irlande du Nord. Pendant 25 ans, cet homme a trompé, sa femme, son fils, son pays et surtout son ami, Antoine, luthier français, tombé amoureux de l'Irlande par hasard et devenu fervent partisan.

Si le roman décrit la guerre civile en Irlande du nord et ses ravages, ce n'est pourtant pas le thème principal. L'amitié est au centre de ce roman. Le point de vue est donc davantage émotionnel qu'historique. On apprivoise petit à petit ces Irlandais avec le narrateur.

Le narrateur n'a pas de réponse à cette trahison, pas plus que le traître. Si l'argent fut une excuse, cela ne fut probablement pas le motif. Lassitude, chantage? On ne le saura jamais, puisqu'il fut assassiné. Et le narrateur ne saura non plus jamais si l'amitié avec "son traître" fut véritable, ou si cela n'était qu'une corde de plus à son arc.

Mais ce qu'Antoine sait, c'est qu'il a chéri ces instants, et qu'il a décidé d'honorer celui qui les a offert. Et c'est beau parce que cela est difficile, mais la vie est faite d'instants fugaces de bonheur et à chacun de savoir les saisir.

Of storytelling and myths

Storytelling has long been part of the human experience. Along with the need to express ourselves, is the need to make sense of our environment and often, we do that by telling stories. It is by doing so, that our minds take flight and it is free to imagine what could be. This ability to mythologize and to story tell I dare say, is what distinguishes us, humans, from all the rest of the animal species. And it is this theme which is at the heart of Mister Pip by Lloyd Jones.
It is the story of young Matilda growing up in a small island in the Pacific at a time when civil war rages. Due to the war, the island is blockaded and caught in the crossfire between the rebels and the soldiers of the mainland. The islanders’ life is reduced to the barest minimum in order to survive. One day however, all the school age children are summoned back to school by Mr. Watts, the lone remaining white resident of the island. He has always been a figure of interest, even mystery to the people of the island and now he has decided to become the children’s teacher. He has decided to teach them Great Expectations by Charles Dickens. Interspersed with Great Expectations are various lessons given by the different members of the community, brought to the classroom by Mr. Watts. And so, along with learning about Pip’s adventures, the children learn various things such as how predict the weather from the behavior of crabs. So begins the children’s introduction to a bigger world, one of which is very different and far from their island life. More importantly, they learn independent thought. Despite her mother’s displeasure at the lessons she’s receiving from Mr. Watts, Matilda’s sets out to learn as much as she can. Mr. Watt’s lessons however, ultimately lead to a dangerous mix up of identities that lead to a devastating conclusion.
As Matilda’s mother points out, “stories have a job to do.” And in tackling this theme in his book, Jones shows us exactly how powerful stories can be. In his retelling of Great Expectations, Mr. Watts enabled the children, and especially the protagonist to dream of a different life. It has literally opened their minds to a different way of thinking and more than being escapist fare, it has enabled them to look with new eyes at themselves. When he is asked to tell his own story, he gives them back a retelling of all the stories, his and that of the villagers. And while he and the other islanders may be at the mercy of the ravages of war, their minds and spirits are free to roam and discover. Yes, stories have a job to do and this is a lesson that needs reminding from time to time. And who among us will deny having learned a thing or two from the stories in our life?
It is a simple story that resonates with the reader long after turning the last page. It is to the author’s credit that the narrative flows seamlessly with the prose carrying itself without recourse to much literary tricks. The story tells itself. In the end, it is more than enough.

A fifties inspired afternoon

I am a big fan of flea markets and every time I hear about one happening near by(or even far) I try to make it a point to visit. Something about the possibility of finding treasure is for me, the primary attraction. I suppose it is my own version of a treasure hunt. Family and friends have long since given up convincing me that there is in fact no treasure to be found. What is great about Paris is the frequency of flea markets taking place all over the city. And the French have added their own variation, that of a vide-grenier, which literally translates to “empty your attic”. In a vide-grenier, people bring whatever it is they want to sell and it can range from 50s issues of Elle magazine, to someone’s granny’s knickers. The finds can be a bit bizarre to say the least. Yesterday’s vide grenier however, was quite a unique one.



Organized by the group Fifties Sound, the vide-grenier revolves around a Fifties inspired theme. As such, most if not all the stands carry vintage items. There are a great deal of leather jackets, baubles and bangles, plates, glasses and furniture, spectator shoes, fur coats and stoles and of course dresses. And contrary to what naysayers may believe, there are treasures to be found. One participant carries Courreges skirts and dresses, some of which have never been worn. Another carries wonderful aviator style leather jackets that are completely in fashion nowadays for a less hefty price tag. Yet another carries a wonderful selection of vintage belts, include some Gucci looking corset type ones. As with all other flea markets, perseverance is key and you have to contend with the absence of dressing rooms or mirrors. The patient however can be greatly rewarded.
What is especially interesting about the Fifties sound vide grenier is the ambiance present. There is a group present that plays and sings old country and western songs. All are of course dressed in full cowboy regalia. Not to mention some people who, while not members of the band (at least I don’t think they are), are likewise dressed in cowboy gear. Then there are the ladies swanning around in full fifties flair, poodle skirts and all. So while you are busy rummaging around for that elusive treasure, there is an ever present rock, swing and even do-wop music to entertain your ears. And if you get thirsty, there is a bar that serves beer and cider.
If on a Sunday afternoon, you are out of ideas about what to do and want to go somewhere with a funky atmosphere, and with the possibility of finding something wonderful to add either to your closet or house, the Fifties Sound vide grenier is the place to be.

dimanche 17 février 2008

Tout le monde connaît Feydeau mais peu de temps ont vu ses pièces. Alors quand on m'a proposé d'aller en voir une, j'étais enthousiaste. De plus Bruno Solo est en tête d'affiche, Solo dans une comédie de Feydeau, cela devrait assurer un samedi soir non déprimant.

Le système Ribadier est construit autour de six personnages. L'humour y est la clé majeure, mais le comique de situation y a aussi sa place. Quelques cascades ne peuvent qu'époustoufler le spectateur, qui se demandent où les acteurs trouvent leur énergie. Chaque acteur tient son rôle parfaitement et on apprécie la pièce à sa juste valeur.

C'est du Feydeau, donc intellectuellement cela ne vous apportera pas grand-chose, mais parfois, il faut savoir apprécier les bons moments de détente sans chercher à en retirer autre chose.

Les rêves contre la réalité


Midnight Express m'avait beaucoup touché, alors quand on m'a parlé de Birdy, du toujours très bon Alan Parker, je suis partie à sa recherche.

Et j'ai découvert qu'il fut un temps où Nicolas Cage était un bon acteur, et que non il n'avait pas seulement joué dans des films d'actions inintéressants (point de vue féminin, les hommes peuvent avoir une opinion différente...).

Birdy s'attache à montrer le désastre que fut le guerre du Vietnam sur la population américaine à travers l'amitié improbable de deux adolescents envoyés combattre. L'un revient défiguré, l'autre enfermé dans ses rêves (et par conséquent dans un institut mental), et incapable de revenir à la réalité. Afin d'essayer de ramener quelque signe de sanité, Nicolas Cage (le soldat ayant perdu son visage) est envoyé en test afin de tenter de provoquer quelque réaction de la part de son ami d'enfance.

On passe par tous les stades, colère, joie, tristesse, dégoût. Dégoût de cette société (et de ce monde) où l'on brise les rêves (voire les droits les plus élémentaires) de ses citoyens, à savoir celui de vivre tout simplement; tristesse de voir que l'homme n'apprend rien de ses erreurs du passé, joie de voir qu'il reste une part d'humanité dans ce monde. Il est facile de d'identifier à l'homme enfoui dans ses rêves, et qui ne veut pas en sortir. En sortir pour quoi?

Mais le réalisateur a choisi l'optimisme, et le film n'est pas dénué d'humour. On quitte donc les personnages quelque peu rassuré, et on peut donc à notre tour tenter de tirer notre épingle du jeu dans ce monde absurde.

Classique ou dépassé?


Je suis toujours enthousiaste à l'idée de combler mes lacunes culturelles, et j'ai toujours de moi autour des gens assez bienveillants pour m'aider et me guider. On m'a donc prêté Reflets dans un oeil d'or, roman de Carson Mc Cullers, dont fut tiré un film avec Elizabeth Taylor. Cela prouve donc le succès qu'eut ce roman.

L'histoire se passe au sein d'une caserne de soldats aux Etats-Unis, un huit clos (élargi) au cours de laquelle des intrigues amoureuses se nouent. Quoique je ne sais pas si l'amour est vraiment présent; la solitude probablement, l'ennui peut-être. Et il est de même pour le lecteur, qui s'ennuie fermement. L'écriture est sèche et descriptive, et les personnages ne sont en aucun cas attachants. De la mort, des cocus, un meutre, une infidélité, un homosexuel refoulé, je suppose qu'il y avait tous les ingrédients pour faire de cette intrigue haletante. Il n'en reste que 200 pages d'ennui. L'intérêt d'un livreennuyeux, c'est qu'à l'inverse des bons livres, il en est plus facile d'en adapter un bon film. J'espère que c'est au moins le cas, sinon, je vois assez peu d'où vient le succès de ce livre....

jeudi 14 février 2008

L'amour sous toutes ses formes, même les plus incroyables


Il s'avère que cette année, la St Valentin tombe un jeudi, et que le jeudi soir c'est soirée cinéma dans mon emploi du temps. Avec ce film, je suis donc dans le thème de la soirée, même si je ne souhaite à personne la même histoire d'amour que dans le film.

Quoique... Ps: I love you raconte l'histoire d'un coup de foudre interrompu par la mort subite de l'un des partenaires, victime d'une tumeur au cerveau. Assez peu réjouissant, je vous l'accorde, sauf que ceci n'est pas le thème principal du film, mais simplement son point de départ. La mort fut anticipée et dix lettres furent ainsi préparées par le mourant afin de préparer sa femme à une vie sans lui.

On pleure, on rit, on est ému. Ce film sans prétentions remplit sa fonction, nous émouvoir. L'entourage du personnage principal nous laisse entrevoir d'autres possibilités de vie sentimentale, les problèmes rencontrés, comme les joies possibles. C'est une comédie à l'Américaine, de celle qui font du bien, sauf que celle-là n'a pas de happy end, postulat de départ avec la mort du mari. Sauf que la conclusion, qu'il vaut avoir aimer, même peu de temps, que de n'avoir jamais aimer, est une forme de happy end.

If today you have an hour or two free, preferably around 2 in the afternoon, a good way to spend such hour is at Drout, the famous auction house where they are having an auction of items from the garde-robe of Madame Denise Boulet-Poiret, wife of acclaimed designer Paul Poiret. Organized by Beaussanat-Lefevre, it features a wonderful collection of evening clothes, casual dress wear, shoes, linens and laces as well as paintings done by Poiret. And while most, if not all of the featured items are still out of reach for me (I still need a bit of time to participate in these kinds of auctions), I took the liberty of viewing the items yesterday, during its free exhibition and I’m very glad I did.
Drout itself is located in the 9th arrondissement, on a stretch of street filled with antique dealers and art galleries. You might say that the ambiance is set, once you set foot on the street. When I arrived during the first hour of the exhibition’s opening, the room which housed the Poiret collection was already packed. Filled with serious vintage lovers and collectors, I immediately recognized the smoky throated voice of the proprietor of Ragtime, a wonderfully tiny vintage shop located at the 6th arrondissement. I was thrilled to realize that I was in the company of professionals. The items up for sale themselves are all wonderfully well preserved examples of Poiret’s work, with some memorable pieces. All of the pieces reflect the different influences Poiret had on his work, for example several feature Chinese, Indian and even Persian motifs. I particularly loved the Modele Lavalliere, dating back from 1911, which was a fuschia silk dress with a dark blue lining, delicately embroidered with crystals all along the hems and neckline. Also memorable was the Modele Lure (environ 1924) which was Poiret’s take on the Indian sari, featuring a gold and orange color theme. Another showstopper was Lot No 70 (environ 1921) called Cavalier Hindou and it is a black and silver evening dress where a closer inspection reveals the motif to be hundreds of tiny Hindu cavaliers cavorting all over the dress. There were as well some striking coats and caftans, one of which was North African inspired and featured dramatic black and silver threads slashed down the length of the dress and voluminous sleeves. The organizers have also taken pains to include in their catalog pictures showing Madame Poiret actually wearing the items up for auction. Clearly these items were not just modeled but more importantly were actually lovingly worn.
Seeing the dates on all these clothes, I realized that they were made at least over 80 years ago now, and it is amazing to see that they reflect a very modern, forward way of dressing for a woman of the 20s. It was certainly an hour well spent amongst the company of collectors and lovers of fashion and makes me look forward to a time when I can view and perhaps participate, in an actual auction.

mercredi 13 février 2008

A night at the theater

Learning a new language undoubtedly has a great number of benefits. But what I love most is being able to appreciate the literature of this new language. It is such a wonderful way of enriching oneself and it is doubly appreciable given the difficulties that learning a new language entails. Thus it is only now, two years after starting French that I made my way to the theater for the first time. The piece, L’Antichambre by Jean Claude Brisville (whom I have the honor of knowing personally), is currently running at the Theatre Hebertot and we were fortunate enough to have tickets for La Generale. The Theater itself is a good looking one located at the 18th arrondissement and decorated in the classical style. The story is simple yet engaging and raises a number of food for thought.
The story revolves around three characters, the Marquise du Deffand, superbly played by Daniele Lebrun, the young Julie de Lespinasse, the reader engaged by the Marquise and who does not have much prospect in life due to a complicated personal history and the President Henault, an old friend of the Marquise. The action revolves around the nightly Salon held at the house of the Marquise where leading thinkers and personalities of the day gather and discuss. The Marquise, true to her background and the times believes that the Salon should foster discussion but should stop short of debate and does not believe that any discussion should necessarily be for a cause. While admiring of philosophers and thinkers, she does not wholly believe in their goodness and warns the young Julie of allowing others to think for her. She takes in hand Julie and introduces her to her group, even putting her behind her for protection against indiscreet questions. Unforeseen by the Marquise however is the success that Julie achieves within the group. She is perceived as a breath of fresh air and they are enamored of her. Less so is the Marquise, for in her heart, Julie can only be a mere reader, under her shadow and nothing more. When one admirer becomes too close to Julie, she takes it upon herself to tell the admirer of Julie’s complicated and less than suitable beginnings. Julie is heartbroken at hearing what the Marquise has done and she realizes that she will never be fully accepted as someone worthy and that her beginnings will always be taken against her. From here it is only a question of time until Julie deliberately supplants the Marquise, with the President a willing accomplice.
Despite being set in the 18th century, the language of the play remains fresh and relevant today. More importantly, it is a sharply witty text and the audience is fully involved from beginning to end. The playwright has cleverly written his text with sharp exchanges between the characters and it is to the actors credit that they bring such text fully alive. There is as well a real battle of ideas in the play, as evidenced by the opposing sides, taken by the Marquise and Julie. It is the old vanguard fighting to keep its supremacy, and finally, its place against the onslaught of youth and its ideas. Nowhere is this more evident than in the last exchange between the Marquise and the President where the latter tells the former that it is but natural for youth to triumph against what is old. And the Marquise herself concedes to Julie that youth and time is on her side. While the Marquise realizes that she is vanquished she doesn’t go down without a fight, and her parting words fly straight to their mark.

mardi 12 février 2008

Thriller sentimental


Si le livre m'avait été chaudement recommandé, il n'en est pas moins resté quelque temps sur ma table de nuit. N'étant pas particulièrement fanatique des thrillers, et préférant les romans évoluant à notre époque, il m'a fallu un mois un peu dur financièrement pour assécher ma pile de bouquins en attente et par conséquent me mettre à la lecture de celui-là.

The Shadow of The Wing, de Carlos Ruiz Zafon commence comme un thriller, mais rapidement y mêle un paramètre sentimental (mais n'est-ce pas le cas dans tout livre, film ou musique?). Le début est sympathique mais pas transcendant, on peut faire des pauses sans peine et sans angoisse. La suite est plus intéressante, mais un peu répétitive puisque le narrateur utilise le procédé de l'histoire dans l'histoire. J'avais parfois l'impression de lire deux fois la même histoire, avec des noms de personnages différents.

L'auteur se rattrape (comme tout thriller je suppose) avec la résolution de l'énigme dans le derniers tiers du livre. L'histoire s'accélère et prend de la consistance. On apprécie de démêler les fils de la pelote de laine, qui étaient jusque là bien emmêlés. La fin se laisse deviner, mais étant plaisante et toutes les interrogations ayant été répondues, contente le lecteur.

On pourra regretter les quelques caritatures inattendues (notamment sentimentales), ou peut-être est-ce mon coeur de pierre s'exprimant. En revanche, on perçoit l'atmosphère accompagnant la guerre civile espagnole, décrite subtilement. Et pour un lecteur qui a déjà visité Barcelone, l'envie de redécouvrir la ville en suivant l'auteur et en suivant son propre chemin afin d'en apprendre plus sur cette guerre se fait sentir.

Paris,City of Lights,City of Color



Earlier on, we had seen the long line snake around the block that is Hotel de Ville and wondered what it was about. A friend then told us that it was the line to enter the exhibition Paris en Couleurs and that she had waited close to an hour before being able to go in. I realized then it would be best viewed in the middle of the week when presumably all the of the world had more serious things to do. So one drizzly lunch hour I made my way to Hotel de Ville in order to view the exhibition.
Paris en Couleurs (which is ongoing until 31st of March) is organized in chronological order starting from the early 1900s when color photography was first created by the Lumiere brothers until the present. It is a truly impressive and varied collection, and it is laudable that all lesser names in photography are present as well as the great names. The photos themselves are largely of Paris in all its varying moods and the minutiae of daily life. Through these photos the viewer is provided a rare glimpse of daily life at the turn of the century Paris, even photos of Paris as a simple village and we have glimpses of familiar streets in their earliest days. There is nothing stylized in these photos. One example, a photo of Rue St. Honore taken by Stephane Passet which shows it as a regular street full of simple cafes, boulangeries and even a charcuterie store. No fancy big name stores yet at that time. Other photos show the different commerce of those times with the shoemakers standing cheek to jowl with the wine sellers. Familiar sights and streets take on a different aspect with these photos. And because the period covered by the exhibition includes the war years, there are moving photos of Paris before, during and after the war. To see the Rue de Rivoli covered with the Nazi flags bring a lump to the throat while there is a palpable air of joy in the photos taken just after the Liberation.

An interesting set of photos are those taken in the beginning of the 50’s all the way till the 70s. It was during this time that the developments of photography were put to good use in fashion and advertising. Present in this collection are colored photographs taken by Robert Doisneau which advertised all manner of things and places. And the city took on a new role; that of a setting for some of the most innovative designs of the day. Robert Capa, William Klein and again Robert Doisneau all captured Dior models with the New Look fashion along the environs of Paris for leading publications of the day, Vogue being one of them.

For me, what truly sets this collection apart is the luminosity that bathes every photo, especially those of the earliest years. Perhaps because color photography was all new at that time, these photos of Paris are imbued with a kind of freshness and light that is different from the photos of today that have been airbrushed and photoshopped to perfection. For this lover of the City of Lights, this exhibition affirms its status as one of the most beautiful cities of the world.

jeudi 7 février 2008

Pour nous rappeler notre chance...


Le livre n'est pas un livre particulièrement clinquant ou attirant. C'est plutôt le genre de livres qu'on voit sans voir. Comme certaines personnes qui sont bien vivantes mais paraissent transparentes aux yeux des autres.

Et c'est exactement le propos. Toute une vie raconte la vie d'André Lelong, un français moyen du 20ième siècle. C'est-à-dire d'un homme issu de générations qui avaient encore la valeur du travail, et qui d'ailleurs ne se posaient pas la question. La vie était dure, et il n'y avait pas beaucoup de moyens d'échapper à la cruelle réalité à l'époque.

Dès le premier passage, on est transporté dans un univers extrêmement dur et profondément éloigné du nôtre. De par les conditions de vie certes, mais aussi par la philosophie. Malgré les épreuves de la vie qui touchent André Lelong toujours et encore, la philosophie de la vie est belle. Pas une plainte, pas un découragement, juste de la volonté. Volonté de vivre, volonté de juste mériter sa vie honnêtement.

Un livre qui se dévore, et qui touche par sa modestie. Me voilà nostalgique, non pas d'une époque (les conditions de vie aujourd'hui étant bien plus appréciables), mais d'une certaine philosophie, et de certaines valeurs qui aujourd'hui sont rares!

mercredi 6 février 2008

In the mood for quiet

There are times when a quiet movie is just what the doctor ordered. La Visite de la Fanfare, directed by Eran Kolirin, is one such movie which despite its seeming lack of drama, packs a quiet punch. The story is simple. The Alexandria Ceremonial orchestra is invited to play at the Arab Cultural center in Israel but due to a mix up in their travel plans, they end up in the middle of the small desert Israeli town where, as one resident puts it, “there’s no culture, Arab or other”, in town. Undeterred by the fact that they are stuck in town for the night and determined to make the best of their situation, Tewfiq, the stern and proper conductor of the orchestra, decides to ask Dina, the gruff but kindly waitress of the small café for food. She in turn decides to help them and she arranges for the band’s lodging for the night.
There may be a world of difference between them, among which are political and religious differences but the film is not about these differences. Here, we see two normally antagonistic cultures learning from each other and even more importantly, to see the other without these differences. Thus, we have Tewfiq taken out to dinner by Dina who plies him questions and who tells him that her life is an Arab story. There is also the headstrong Haled who teaches a painfully shy young man how to act around a girl with compassion. And we even have a family whose quiet disintegration serves as inspiration for a musician to finish his concerto. These may all be little events and on the surface have no importance but as the film progresses we see how these events affect the characters. Tewfiq unburdens himself a little of his loss and guilt and learns that he can unbend without being weak while Haled learns a new respect for the conductor.
The film’s mood and theme of loneliness is echoed by the desolate landscape where the little town is found. There is not much to be seen on the horizon, little beauty to be found. But the residents persist and strive to make their own paths of happiness. Dina takes Tewfiq to a park, but tells him that he must use his imagination to see it. In the same vein, the remaining young folk take on a skating rink and turn it into their nightly hang out place. The more lonely of them wait patiently by the side of a roadside phone for a loved one to call. Their town is a lonely place and it is only through simple human interaction that desolation can be beaten back. Their visitors however different they may be, provide a much needed spark that affirms the human need for the other.

mardi 5 février 2008

Une envie de déprime?


J'avais découvert Pierre Péju avec Coeur de Pierre, paru en 2007. Un roman fantasque, déjà assez peu réjouissant sur le plan humain, mais tout de même touchant.

La Petite Chartreuse fut un roman de reconnaissance pour Pierre Péju puisqu'il acquis le prix du livre Inter en 2003. Il est bien connu que les prix littéraires sont loin d'assurer des chefs d'oeuvre littéraire (puisque le but est davantage de promouvoir une maison d'édition), mais logiquement une certaine qualité est présente.

Et elle est probablement, mais je n'ai pas su y être sensible. Le style de Pierre Péju - et ceci est bien sûr une opinion personnelle, je n'aurais pas la prétention de juger les qualités littéraires d'un écrivain - se cherche: à la fois trop pédant et recherché, et à la fois trop "parlé". Il utilise le passé simple, mais dit "le prof". Je suis probablement psycho-rigide, mais dans la vie il faut choisir. Le style littéraire a donc freiné mon adhésion à l'histoire.

L'histoire. Un trio de personnages qui se croisent sans jamais vraiment se connaître. Qui se cotôient mais dont il ne reste rien. Trois destins qui font pitié, mais qui n'ont pas réussi à me toucher. Il est possible que j'ai un coeur de pierre, les divers critiques que j'ai lu (après ma lecture) encensant manifestement cette histoire d'amour et d'humanité.

En revanche, l'hymne à la littérature, et l'amour des livres m'a beaucoup ému. La littérature comme échappatoire, comme refuge face à la cruauté de ce monde. Mais Pierre Péju choisit de montrer la fragilité de cet équilibre et de tout précipiter par une fin particulièrement déprimante, même pour un caractère pessimiste comme le mien.

Âmes sensibles s'abstenir! En revanche, si vous êtes dans une période de rebellion contre notre monde cruel, ce livre est parfait pour vous conforter dans votre impression. Simplement sachez que vous risquez de perdre votre dernier repère... la littérature.

lundi 4 février 2008

Un peu d'humour...


Malgré ma grande déception (ou plutôt adversion) pour Brice de Nice, j'ai décidé de me pas m'avouer vaincue, et j'ai donc tenté une percée dans notre monde moderne comique. J'ai quand même orienté mes choix n'ont pas sur des films, mais sur des one-man shows et sketchs. Du lourd, du gras, du fin, du très drôle, de bonnes surprises.

1) Gad Elmaleh, L'Autre c'est moi






Je n'ai toujours pas compris l'histoire de la barre de fer (et suis donc toujours à côté de la plaque au bureau -comment ça je n'ai pas un job sérieux?-), puisque manifestement ce sketch était dans son précédent spectacle, mais j'ai quand même débroussaillé l'humour de Gad Elmaleh. Sympatiques, ses sketchs font rire parce que tout le monde s'y retrouve. Qui ne croise pas un blond tous les jours? Le comédien est définitivement dans son élément, et improvise avec le public, ce qui donne la qualité de son spectacle. L'interaction avec le public fait heureusement partie d'un one-man show, e voir le comédien réfrénait fou-rire sur fou-rire fait du bien. Voilà un véritable artiste qui aime son travail!

2) Jamel, 100% Debbouze






J'avais beaucoup entendu de bien du Jamel Comédie Club, n'avais pas pu y aller, mais ne connaissais de Jamel Debbouze que ses prestations d'acteurs. Méfiante par nature, je m'attendais à un phénomène de mode. Grande erreur, le spectacle est extrêment drôle, très fin, et décrit sans rancoeur, mais avec affection la vide de banlieue. Et non, ce n'est pas un pamphlet politique pour militer pour les banlieues, mais juste une merveilleuse tranche de vie. Et ainsi que Gad Elmaleh , les talents d'improvisation de Jamel crèvent l'écran. Le bonus où Jamel fait monter un enfant sur scène est à mourir de rire, et on ne peut qu'applaudir la repartie de Jamel Debbouze.


En conclusion, si quelqu'un veut aller voir le prochain spectacle de Jamel Debbouze ou le Jamel Comédie Club, je suis partante!


3) Les Nuls, l'intégrule




Anthologie comique, au même titre que les Inconnus, il paraîtrait que leurs sketchs ont vieilli. Si j'ai été nourrie aux Inconnus, j'ai passé entre les mailles du filet des Nuls. Et ving ans après, j'ai trouvé ça gras et lourd. Alain Chabat est unique, et certains sketchs assez drôle, mais peut-être ai-je raté l'étape. Les fans m'ont dit que cela n'était pas de ma génération, parce qu'à l'époque leur humour était révolutionnaire. Soit, les Inconnus resteront donc ma madeleine de Proust!

Maison Européenne de la Photographie

La Maison Européenne de la Photographie met en scène plusieurs expositions, dont je n'ai pas très bien saisi le lien; il devait probablement y en avoir un, simplement trop subtil pour mon pauvre cerveau. Les cinq expositions consacrés à cinq artistes différents n'en valaient pas moins le coup:


1) Peter Knapp, ou la passion des images


Peter Knapp fut photographe de mode, notamment pour Elle, et son travail associe dessins et photographies. En puriste de la photo, j'ai toujours eu du mal à associer les deux, même si certaines de ces oeuvres sont loin d'être inintéressantes.


2) Shoji Ueda, Une ligne subtile




Ariste japonais (comme son l'indique), ce photographe travailla principalement dans son pays. Il s'est rendu célèbre par des photographies prises dans les dunes, merveilleux travail de précision, et de liberté, et d'humanité. La petitesse de l'homme face à la nature est merveilleusement transcrite.


3) Jean-Christophe Ballot, Urban Landscapes de Berlin à Shangaï







Architecte de formation, le travail de cet artiste retranscrit cette passion pour les bâtiments et l'organisation urbaine. On y retrouve donc des photos de New York, Shangaï, Paris et Berlin. Il est triste de dire que la différence entre New York et Shangaï est imperceptible, si ce n'est les inscriptions chinoises. Conséquences de la mondialisation... En contraste, Berlin saisit par ses bâtiments chargés d'histoire. La guerre et la souffrance ne font certes pas rêver, mais on a beau dire, l'Europe est magnifique, et son histoire, souvent très cruelle, en est probablement pour quelque chose.



4) Réalités, un mensuel illustré des Trente Glorieuses



Ce mensuel fut incontournable pendant les Trente Glorieuses et l'on peut comprendre pourquoi. les photos, issues des plus grands photographes, sont intrigantes, superbes, cruelles. Les articles sont fascinants. Le seul reproche à cette exposition est que l'on ne peut consulter les articles en entier! Je suppose que c'est le jeu du marketing, et que l'exposition doit donner envie d'acheter le catalogue!

6) Edouard Boubat, Révélations



Inconsciemment vous connaissez Boubat. la photographie de son petit-fils Rémi, l'oreille accolé à un coquillage est extrêmement connu, même pour un ermite comme moi! Photographe discret mais incontournable, ses photographes par ses sujets sont remplis d'humanité.


6) Espace SFR Jeunes Talents





Sans être une exposition à proprement parler, cette série de six photos n'en vaut pas moins le coup d'oeil. Sponsorisée par SFR (qui remonte donc dans mon estime..), ce concours a pour but de faire émerger de nouveaux photographes. L'artiste sélectionné fut consultant aux Nations Unies afin de changer de voie. A défaut d'expérience, il ne doit donc pas manquer de ressources intellectuelles.
Sur le thème du bonheur, la série de photographies représente l'homme dormant à différents âges de sa vie. Touchant, esthétiquement beau, ces oeuvres méritent qu'on s'y arrêtent.

L'exposition touche donc tout public par sa diversité des oeuvres. Si l'on en ressort touché par certaines photographies, intéressé par certains artistes, l'on reste un peu sur sa faim en terme de profondeur. Cela permet d'avoir un aperçu de ces auteurs et de leurs oeuvres, à chacun d'approfondir ensuite le sujet selon ses envies.

Coco on my mind

For countless fashionistas Coco Chanel remains the ultimate icon of fashion. Undoubtedly she was one of the most innovative and forward fashion designers of her times and her influence continues to be felt today. There is much however that is not known about Chanel. Indeed much of the personal information we have about her are those facts which she authorized to be known about her. Her myth lives on and people continually dream up what it might really have been like to live her life and in her shoes. Thus I found myself lately with three different Coco related books.



The first book titled “The Collection” by Gioia Diliberto is the story of Isabelle Varlet, a young talented seamstress who dreams of one day joining the great Parisian couture houses. Her dream comes to pass after a personal tragedy pushes her to leave her hometown and to make her way to Paris. Through the efforts of her kindly previous employer, she is able to find employment in the house of Chanel. It is here that we see the inner workings of the atelier, with Chanel depicted as a hard and demanding taskmistress. It is fascinating to read about the inner workings of the atelier, with all the seamstresses competing and scheming to be in the good graces of Mademoiselle, as she is referred to. However, once one of them does catch the eye of Mademoiselle, her success does not last. One of the more seasoned seamstress warns Isabelle that the fall is not far for her once she is singled out for her work. The book is simply, if elegantly written and is rich in period details that give the reader a good idea of life during those times. More interesting is the way the author depicts the process by which clothes are prepared for their unveiling before the clients in the first fashion shows of those times. And while the story also includes the love story of Isabelle, far greater attention is paid to her work at the atelier and her struggle to be successful at her chosen profession. Despite whatever aversion she might personally feel for Mademoiselle, there is likewise great admiration for her grit, determination and the sheer talent that has taken her to the heights of success.







The second book to deal with Mademoiselle tells a far more personal story. Written by Chris Greenhalgh, Coco and Igor is a retelling of the tumultuous affair between Coco Chanel and the composer Igor Stravinski. At this period of her life, Coco is enjoying the fruits of her hard work and the fashionable set clamor for her personal attention to dress them. Despite her success however, she is suffering from the innate snobbery and prejudice against a working woman who has managed to succeed largely on her own. She is likewise suffering from the death of Arthur “Boy” Capel. Stravinksi on the other hand is in exile with his family. His monetary position is precarious as he is dependent on the kindness of strangers and his wife Catherine is ill. At a fateful dinner hosted by Diaghliev, he is introduced to Coco and there is a frisson of attraction, unaccountable and unacknowledged between them. Soon after this dinner, she invites him and his family to spend the summer at her villa in Garches. Marveling at such generosity, he acquiesces and soon moves his entire family to the villa. Unsurprisingly, they drift close to each other till they succumb to the secret raging attraction. The consequences are of course dire, but surprisingly, it is the women of this story who come out on top. In writing a story about Coco and her relationship with Stravinski, the author has given us a portrait of a more vulnerable Coco. She is shown here as a woman and who, cliché or not, wants to be loved for herself. Despite herself she hopes to be accepted in the high echelons of society. But it is the affair with Stravinksi which reinforces her belief that work comes before everything. She is adamant in insisting that her work merits the same respect as that accorded to artists. It is a finely written elegiac portrait of a supremely talented woman determined to succeed even at the cost of personal happiness.


Third but certainly not the least is the book “Different like Coco” written and illustrated by Elizabeth Mathews. It is a jaunty telling of the highlights of Coco’s life. It is charming book filled with amusing illustrations that still manage to tell the story of this formidable woman who’s changed the face of fashion in so many ways. It makes for a nice gift for anyone looking to be introduced to Mademoiselle.

samedi 2 février 2008

Something personal this way comes...

The world is not a just place. This is a truism that we live by and acknowledge but rarely is it more brought home to us than when we are confronted by brutal clinical facts demonstrating just how unjust it really is. And while, this blog does not purport to be a political one, there being hundreds of others far more qualified than I, it often becomes necessary to take on a stance and to be on record. What started out as an assignment to do a book review of Naomi Klein’s the Shock Doctrine evolved into something personal the longer I read it.
For every reading that we set out to do, we inevitably bring with us our personal history. Like it or not this includes our deepest associations with the country of our birth. We are who we are not only because of our family and friends but also because of our greater environment. Our environment shapes us just as surely as we shape it around us. Thus, where our personal history is shaped by the warp and weft of the history of our country, it cannot but leave an indelible mark on us, invisible most of the time but present nonetheless. In reading something like the Shock Doctrine which writes about the disenfranchisement of scores of people, the massive loss of human lives and the sheer greed that underlies human action, somehow, the word injustice doesn’t even come close to describing the way it really is. And I cannot help but remember the history of my own country and its current state. It is for this reason that the book hits far too close to home. And perhaps I am reading it far more with my heart than my intellect, but I think this is one of the times when the heart must rule. For it is only in such way that the intellect might be guided to try to put to right something that obviously went very wrong. And while there is very little that I can do right now, it is a reminder to me that we must be forever on our guard, to be prepared to fight and rail against what is unjust, cruel and greedy.
So now for the book itself…
The book defines, explains and sets out to repudiate the concept of the Shock Doctrine. As conceived by its primary proponent Milton Friedman, the shock doctrine allows the imposition of otherwise unpalatable economic conditions on an unsuspecting populace through the haze that follows a catastrophic event. By taking advantage of a crisis or disaster (natural and increasingly man made) the three primary tenets of the doctrine, namely deregulation/free trade, privatization and severe cutbacks on social spending could be imposed with impunity and without regard for what is considered as nationalist safeguards. As envisioned by Friedman and his disciples (whose economic policy is forever known as the Chicago school of thought), the objective is to strip away all regulations until all distortions are removed and the markets are free to regulate themselves. The idea being that the free regulation of the market would allow all people to benefit from the wealth that is subsequently created. But in Milton’s hands and as practiced by his fervent disciples, it has evolved to pure corporatism coupled with a disaster capitalism. What this book has done is to show that its unfettered application all over the world has brought about the grossest violations of human rights and created and in numerous instances broadened and increased a hundredfold the inequality between the rich and poor. It has brought about the very opposite of what it purports to bring about.
Given such a highly controversial and potentially contentious subject, Klein has undertaken in depth research and from the wealth of information contained, has put in a significant amount of time to gather all the facts and to ensure that the facts speak for themselves. And the facts are damning indeed. The first half of the book is devoted to studying the cases of the countries where the doctrine was first applied. From Latin America, to South Africa, Poland, Russia, China, Korea and Indonesia, the book shows us how the application of the doctrine necessitated the most brutal repressions (i.e. Chile’s Pinochet and Argentina’s generals) and wide application of torture. Indeed the stringent economic measures required that torture be applied. It was the means of ensuring compliance of the people and to remake the society in accordance with the vision of its creators. As such it was carried out systematically and clinically both on individuals and on whole societies. And the result of such experiment was the almost complete privatization of its national industries, the lay-off of thousands of state employees, huge national debts to the IMF and World Bank, and the enrichment of a very tiny segment of society. It does not even begin to describe the misery, exploitation and deprivation that was endured and in some cases, still being endured today by the ordinary people of these countries. And because the interests of big multinational companies are involved, it comes almost as no surprise to learn that the US backed several coups which subsequently put governments in place that supported the Chicago School.
The second and third parts of the book deals with the application of the doctrine to the country of its birth-the US. And we see how the evolution of the doctrine and its accompanying disaster capitalism has lead to the Iraq war and even more disastrously, the privatization of all but the most basic government functions. What has happened is the logical next step in the process. Where the national industries of other countries were once the target, it only makes sense that the target now is what may be the richest prize of them all, the US Government. From the findings of the book, it appears that any and everything that could be contracted out has been contracted out, reducing and stripping away functions that have traditionally belonged to the State. Thus, we see how the reconstruction of New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina has lead to rich gated communities (built by private contractors) and huge blocks of poor areas that are still without water or electricity. In the words of the book, what has evolved is the hollow state. If the previous chapters have already been already sickening in its detail of torture, murder and poverty, this chapter is perhaps the most sickening as it enumerates in painful detail the huge amounts of public money that have gone to line the pockets of very select corporations (in many cases owned by prominent individuals). It is cronyism and corruption at the highest levels and banana dictators have apparently nothing on them when it comes to amassing enormous amounts of money.
Klein concludes the book by showing that at the moment there is a growing move to reject the policies of the Chicago school and this is by no means an easy task. Despite the experience of countries under the shock doctrine, there are ominous signs of its continuing power. A quick look around us confirms the continued presence of big gaps between the rich and the poor. And should the shock doctrine continue this gap could eventually become unbridgeable. But as with everything else, there is hope. Latin America is now on its first attempts to bring back a democratic socialism, which attempt was brutally cut short in the 70s. They have before them a few models, namely Scandinavia, but it remains to be seen whether it can be applied everywhere else. An important insight to take away from reading the book is the idea that we owe it to our collective existence to fight against the continuing hold of this insidious doctrine whether or not we are from countries that have been under shock. As pointed out by the author, disasters have traditionally united humans; it cuts across religious, cultural and political ties and alliances. We must learn to do so again and we must learn to rebuild our society into a more just version of what we have thus far created.