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****** publication, Albin Michel, the first volume of Letters and 's Lover revised and supplemented, was scheduled for late December 1983. Both books were ready; missing only the preface by Henry then literary editor of Bonnier Publishing. They soon, but for other reasons even I do not remember, the volumes were not published until early 1985. Meanwhile ...

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Some Marguerite Duras had written a text of an autobiographical album of photographs evoking the time of Indochina, that album was titled "The absolute image "(or" still photography "). His publisher had reservations, the author submitted the text to friends who advised him to give a novel form in his commentary.

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Upon his release in 1984, the book - entitled The Lover - rave reviews. Sales, growing, jumped after the issue of "Apostrophes" devoted solely to the novelist. Finally, the Goncourt Prize, despite a law limiting to 70 the age of the winner, finished successfully transform the global triumph, so that Marguerite Duras, who had, until then, thirty or forty thousand readers were more than two million.

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I just reread the work, curious to see what a quarter of a century has done. A great book? Not likely, but an important book that deserves the enthusiasm of critics and readers. ... The story retains the brand's original project and could be called "Family Portraits". A woman leafing through a photo album of her childhood, adolescence, and comments by a disorder ruled conducive to digressions, reiterations, breaks, incidental, ellipses, stops on the image, flashbacks. It does so with a detachment corrosive served by constant shifts from first to third person and an abundant use of indirect style.

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may resent the language so complaisant to itself, if inclined to pontificate, the last books of the author. Here purposely stripped, fluid equal - a language that goes his way - just incantatory and sometimes almost hypnotic, she is also effective to restore the luster of the day on the river or the sultry air, to incise the heart to expose the springs, while giving us, a touchstone of authentic novelist, a sense of the term.

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Some readers, deceived by the title, were taken aback by the thinness of the plot, the peculiarities of writing? Top rightly hailed an eminently sensual, opulent to sobriety, so that restored life, color, thickness, an exotic world, and forever gone.

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Consulting the press release the first volume of Letters and The Lover Mireille Sorgue calls for several remarks. And first on the seriousness of some critics. Thus, I note, in a pen known, that the author "leaves behind more than three thousand letters of love" (there are 660) " and a novel "(which is not The Lover) that" It was published in his lifetime by Robert Morel "in his" Celebration "(which is false)," she knew Louise Labbé (sic) the point of wanting to (sic) devote his thesis. " What is no less true: she had taken for his thesis, erotic images in Apollinaire. And the critical return, ending on 's Lover, still considered a novel devoted entirely to the touch, handling (sic) caresses manual. All this, I repeat, in a pen of some renown!

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Secondly, we see that the two works are indeed reported in several Parisian weekly or monthly, some national newspapers such as Le Figaro or Le Monde, the Catholic press, "La Vie" in "The Cross" and "Christian Witness, being no exception - a testament to a great openness. But most of the items comes from regional newspapers and the name Mireille Sorgue not appear in any weekly or monthly as favorite bed with the intelligentsia. Contrary to what is suggested, however, a bibliography "authorized," " Le Nouvel Observateur "has no article devoted to both books, and" Stop masterpiece! "Found in Issue 22 March 1985 is only a display ad for the publisher, specifically, to overcome the silence of the periodical. Silence emulated by "Le Point", "The Express" - and even the monthly "Read!"

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It is true that other books, called, them, through the centuries, were now worth the trouble to be reported. Thus, in spring 1985 for "Le Nouvel Observateur, the latest book Mauritius Denuzière, Frédéric Vitoux, Renaud Camus, Marc-Edourd Nabe or Jean-Marc Roberts ... For "The Point", those of Marie Chaix, Raymond and René-Victor Castans Pilhes ... For "L'Express" Diane de Margerie, Christine Rivoyre Andre Sernin, Alain Laffont, Denise Bombardier, Noelle Loriot, Michael of Greece! ...

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is permitted, by the way, surprising: the Critics of these honorable publications do not read their colleagues? Because, with so many praises awarded, with rare unanimity to two books that had just appeared, how he had no desire to share the happiness of their readers by profession? Here we must remember the cynical about one of our judges: "Critics do not read more for pleasure than girls to exercise their activity for joy delight. "

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This confirms that the welcome reserved to the press Volume II Letters: we count on the fingers of one hand the articles mentioning its publication. Yet even more wonderful than the first reading did not try those who said they had experienced, with Volume I, feeling a rare bargain. They had done their duty by reporting the beginning of a match. Account for the next volume without too much repetition required that he read carefully what the current literature does not allow.

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No, do not read the reviews and their colleagues first because they know from experience that too often includes the word masterpiece.

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They do not even read through the books they rent because not one mentioned the long erotic poem "First Night" which closes the first volume of Letters ; admirable poem, new and bold images, that deserved an edition on large paper.

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Do we remember still the show "Apostrophes", which in one night could make a famous author and multiply the usual prints of his books? The animated character who was long ... gossip columnist in "Figaro littéraire." When the show, worn, stopped, there were feathers to expose the damage that had caused his futility at the literature, but whether to believe the bitter ...

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That evening (I remember that glorious Xaviera Hollander versed in the erotic, was invited to his recent book), we were right at the usual number of feigned astonishment, naive or greedy mine, or sly, a mountebank consumed in modest benefits.

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By inviting the preface of Letters in reading passages, the facilitator could significantly extend the outreach of the work, even if the reputation of the seductive Xavier suffer a little . But it was only in the final minutes of the show, when the new ritual of unpacking from a carton, the volume of Letters was brandished. Françoise Xenakis, presents, began to praise. She could not say more than three words: Bernard Pivot interrupted by the final decision ... "Yes, I read a few, it's pretty successful. And we closed the show.

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He and I happened to see a man run ... point blank, he pronounced the sentence.

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