W o el recuerdo de la infancia

W o el recuerdo de la infancia Il a dans ce livre deux textes simplement altern s il pourrait presque sembler qu ils n ont rien en commun mais ils sont pourtant inextricablement enchev tr s comme si aucun des deux ne pouvait exis

  • Title: W o el recuerdo de la infancia
  • Author: Georges Perec
  • ISBN: 9562827658
  • Page: 328
  • Format: Paperback
  • Il a dans ce livre deux textes simplement altern s il pourrait presque sembler qu ils n ont rien en commun, mais ils sont pourtant inextricablement enchev tr s, comme si aucun des deux ne pouvait exister seul, comme si de leur rencontre seule, de cette lumi re lointains qu ils jettent l un sur l autre, pouvait se r v ler ce qui n est jamais tout fait dit dans l un, jamIl a dans ce livre deux textes simplement altern s il pourrait presque sembler qu ils n ont rien en commun, mais ils sont pourtant inextricablement enchev tr s, comme si aucun des deux ne pouvait exister seul, comme si de leur rencontre seule, de cette lumi re lointains qu ils jettent l un sur l autre, pouvait se r v ler ce qui n est jamais tout fait dit dans l un, jamais tout fait dit dans l autre, mais seulement dans leur fragile intersection.L un de ces textes appartient tout entier l imaginaire c est un roman d aventures, la reconstitution, arbitraire mais minutieuse, d un fantasme enfantin voquant une cit r gie par l id al olympique L autre texte est une autobiographie le r cit fragmentaire d une vie d enfant pensant la guerre, une r cit pauvre d exploits et de souvenirs, fait de bribes parses, d absences, d oublis, de doutes, d hypoth ses, d anecdotes maigres Le r cit d aventures, c t , a quelque chose de grandiose, ou peut tre de suspect Car il commence par raconter une histoire et, d un seul coup, se lance dans une autre dans cette rupture, cette cassure qui suspend le r cit autour d on ne sait quelle attente, se trouve le lieu initial d o est sorti ce livre, ces points de suspension auxquels se sont accroch s les fils rompus de l enfance et la trame de l criture.

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    • Georges Perec

      Georges Perec was a highly regarded French novelist, filmmaker and essayist He was a member of the Oulipo group Many of his novels and essays abound with experimental wordplay, lists and attempts at classification, and they are usually tinged with melancholy.Born in a working class district of Paris, Perec was the only son of Icek Judko and Cyrla Schulewicz Peretz, Polish Jews who had emigrated to France in the 1920s He was a distant relative of the Yiddish writer Isaac Leib Peretz Perec s first novel, Les Choses Things A Story of the Sixties was awarded the Prix Renaudot in 1965.In 1978, Perec won the prix M dicis for Life A User s Manual French title, La Vie mode d emploi , possibly his best known work The 99 chapters of this 600 page piece move like a knight s tour of a chessboard around the room plan of a Paris apartment building, describing the rooms and stairwell and telling the stories of the inhabitants.Cantatrix Sopranica L is a spoof scientific paper detailing experiments on the yelling reaction provoked in sopranos by pelting them with rotten tomatoes All the references in the paper are multi lingual puns and jokes, e.g Karybb et Scyla, 1973.Perec is also noted for his constrained writing his 300 page novel La disparition 1969 is a lipogram, written without ever using the letter e It has been translated into English by Gilbert Adair under the title A Void 1994 The silent disappearance of the letter might be considered a metaphor for the Jewish experience during the Second World War Since the name Georges Perec is full of e s, the disappearance of the letter also ensures the author s own disappearance.His novella Les revenentes 1972 is a complementary univocalic piece in which the letter e is the only vowel used This constraint affects even the title, which would conventionally be spelt Revenantes An English translation by Ian Monk was published in 1996 as The Exeter Text Jewels, Secrets, Sex in the collection Three.It has been remarked by Jacques Roubaud that these two novels draw words from two disjoint sets of the French language, and that a third novel would be possible, made from the words not used so far those containing both e and a vowel other than e.W ou le souvenir d enfance, W, or, the Memory of Childhood, 1975 is a semi autobiographical work which is hard to classify Two alternating narratives make up the volume one, a fictional outline of a totalitarian island country called W , patterned partly on life in a concentration camp and the second, descriptions of childhood Both merge towards the end when the common theme of the Holocaust is explained.A heavy smoker throughout his life, Perec was diagnosed with lung cancer in 1981 and he died the following year in Ivry sur Seine at only forty five years old His ashes are held at the columbarium of the P re Lachaise Cemetery.David Bellos wrote an extensive biography of Perec Georges Perec A Life in Words, which won the Acad mie Goncourt s bourse for biography in 1994.

    740 thoughts on “W o el recuerdo de la infancia

    • Sometimes the face of an author or the title of a book conceals a lot more than what it is capable of revealing and the same happened when I picked this book. My first Perec and I expected something completely different from what was eventually encountered. W, or The Memory of Childhood is a revelation of unconventional sorts where the measured doses of harrowing truth are served in a fantastical glass bowl, which is destined or susceptible to break sooner than later.She died without understandi [...]


    • Like Federman’s body of work, here Perec is undertaking the terrible task of writing around the Shoah. For Perec, such a task is unavoidable, if he, as a writer, is to write an autobiography. As he says somewhere near the beginning of this book, he has no childhood memories, his history was written for him by History itself. W, the double-V, dooble-veh, twin Vs side-by-side, as a symbol manipulable into any number of iterations- turn it upside down it becomes the “M” of memory, join the tw [...]


    • Perec’s novel is one of the most incredible, inventive, stupefying, humble, and devastating books to indirectly confront the Holocaust. A masterpiece, as this quote proves:“How can you explain that what he is seeing is not anything horrific, not a nightmare, not something he will suddenly wake from, something he can rid his mind of? How can you explain that this is life, real life, this is what there’ll be every day, this is what there is, and nothing else, that it’s pointless believing [...]


    • “For years I sought out traces of my history, looking up maps and directories and piles of archives. I found nothing, and it sometimes seemed as though I had dreamt, that there had been only an unforgettable nightmare.”W, or the Memory of Childhood is a duad of parallel narrations: first is a true story of the childhood, ruined by the war and fascism, and the second is a pure fiction of Olympic utopia…“A triple theme runs through this memory: parachute, sling, truss: it suggests suspensi [...]


    • If you are thinking about reading W, you probably need some incentives to pick up a copy, apart from star ratings (and, be warned, after reading W, you way have unpleasant reactions to ratings in general in the future). So here are some incentives: try to imagine writing a memoir of your childhood between the ages of three and nine, set in the period from 1939 to 1945. Imagine that you have only a few photos and that your own fairly vivid memories don't always match the accounts of relatives or [...]


    • 'Kay, I guess this book was not bad. It kinda worked for me, but then again, it didn't. I mean, this guy is George frigging Perec, the guy who wrote stuff like La Disparition and Espèces d'espaces, so he's really super intelligent. And this book is very well constructed. There're two stories that are being told. One is Perec's own childhood as a Jewish child in occupied France. He escapes the camps by being placed in a Catholic boarding school (sort of like Louis Malle's Au revoir, les enfants [...]


    • Çok iyi be. Perec, her zamanki gibi çok iyi.Aslında kitabın ikinci bölümü, ilk önce bir hayli sıkıcı geldi; More'un Ütopya'sının sportif bir versiyonuydu zira, W ülkesinde anlatılan. Oysa satırlar ilerledikçe iş nasıl da değişti, nasıl da istediği yere yavaş yavaş getirdi lafı Perec!Paralel ilerleyen anılar kısmı da, bir 'envanter üstadı' olarak bildiğimiz Perec'in kusursuz anlatımıyla doluydu. Hakkında bir dolu şey öğrendim ayrıca, mesela en başta, aslı [...]


    • Georges Perec's death in his mid-forties was almost as big a loss for the world of French literature as the similarly early death of Albert Camus. His was a most rich and creative mind, as his complex novel "Life, a User's Novel" probably best illustrates. "W," the short novel/autobiography under review here, like the French "double V," is made up of two connected narratives, presented in alternating chapters. One is comprised of fragmentary memories from Perec's childhood as an orphaned Jew, wh [...]


    • UPDATE: For those of you who've caught Olympic fever, this is the novel to read after the games. It'll shade your memory of the decathlon and many other track & field events. Perec's book has been haunting me in unexpected ways as I tune into the coverage. 4.5 stars. An affecting mix of autobiographical fragments, a page-turning mystery involving a strange letter, and a slightly schematic description of a society of athletes. These parallel narratives deal with the unreliable nature of memor [...]


    • Fair warning, this review is going to be mostly quotations and a couple of personal meanderings.“When I was thirteen I made up a story which I told and drew in pictures. Later I forgot it. Seven years ago, one evening, in Venice I suddenly remembered that this story was Called W and that it was, in a way, if not the story of my childhood, then at least a story of my childhood….W is no more like my Olympic fantasy than that Olympic fantasy was like my childhood. But in the crisscross web they [...]


    • Certainly less mind-bending and self-consciously linguistically assured than Perec's other work, W nevertheless carries its own particular pleasures, and I would set it on the same shelf as A Void and Life: A User's Manual, although for entirely different reasons. Generally when it comes to Perec you're looking for amazing prose, or maybe for something more rarefied, even, like the generative workings of a lively mind released free-form onto the page. W is not that sort of book, by any means, ev [...]


    • Five total pages of five-star Perecian prose? The memoir stuff seemed truthful yet underdeveloped? The Kafkan report on the Darwinian society of uber athletes at times kicked some serious scary allegorical ass (pre-race battling and the spoils of victory) but often felt numerically obsessive/flat, which makes sense I guess as a way to approach the extreme systemic rationality built over the extreme demonic irrationality of Nazi atrocity, but still, not so hot to read? The tenuous connection betw [...]


    • C'est un livre magnifique que j'ai relu avec plaisir, mais moins d'empressement que la première fois.La partie autobiographique m'a toutefois beaucoup plus impressionnée à la seconde lecture. La construction de la mémoire par l'écriture, problème classique de l'autobiographie ressassée depuis Saint-Simon prend ici des allures différentes. La mémoire fait constamment défaut. Le narrateur cherche dans les artéfacts de sa jeunesse, vieilles photos ou lieux revisités dans les années 70, [...]


    • Pour E Pour eux.« Je ne retrouverai jamais, dans mon ressassement même, que l’ultime reflet d’une parole absente et l’écriture, le scandale de leur silence et de mon silence : je n’écria spas pour dire que je ne dirai rien, je n’écris pas pour dire que je n’ai rien à dire… »W ou le souvenir d’enfance est un livre composé de fragments, des fragments de souvenirs perdus dans un passé trouble et palpable à la fois, où Perec s’approprie des actes dont il a été parfois [...]


    • Second half brings it home. What starts out as an attempt at clearing bleary recollection and memory of lineage becomes a story (as per the composite of the two) of how "bigger" and far more unjust forces--in this case, the cruelty of rules and whimsies in W, and the Holocaust--eclipse the particularities and curiosities of one's individual life, the truth or immovability of which continues to persist despite its apparent and revolting menace."How can you explain that this is life, real life, th [...]


    • I didn’t get this. A “gutpunch”, as one reader would have it? Hell, maybe all that core-conditioning in karate is paying off, cos my guts were unscathed. Me, I found this dry, vapid, very tenuous. The link between the two strands I found slight, the link between the first and second halves of the second strand (ie: the Land-of-W part) non-existent, the whole thing half-baked though not a bad (if risky) idea in theory. Oh, and I thought the analogy (olympics to concentration camp) was a str [...]


    • V této knize se Perec snaží dát dohromady střípky svýho dětství na který nemá mnoho vzpomínek. A já mu úplně rozumím. Sám totiž nevím asi až do mých 10ti let, která bije. A toluen sem nečuchal. Jen párkrat omylem ředidlo, když sem přišel pozdě do školy a musel za trest špachtlí a ředidlem škrabat žvejkačky z podlahy. Tenhle francouzskej Václav upír Krejčí, co často strkal vidličku do zásuvky, vyrůstal za války ve Francii. Rodiče byli z Polska a taťk [...]


    • A strange book. In fact one of those books which is so strange that you long to sit down with the author to understand exactly what was going through his mind when he decided to pair a story of his childhood with a gruesome account of sports mad dystopia. Was he highlighting the horror of Nazi ideology? Underlining the unreliability of memories by contrasting his recollections with a completely absurd story? It is a testament to Perec that whatever path of strangeness he decided to frolic down i [...]


    • This was the first novel we read for my French literature class. (Prior to this, we perused Roland Barthes, as well as the film La Jetée, which were both stunning). Usually I'm more a fan of novels than I am of any other literary medium, but this one just didn't do it for me mainly because I've yet to understand it in its full if it even is understandable, that is.Yep. It's one of those.If I end up writing an analysis for this later—or rather, if it's any good, considering we're all required [...]


    • As autobiographies go this cryptic novella must be among the most unusual ever penned. Georges Perec’s parents were killed in concentration camps when he was a boy. The second chapter begins: I have no childhood memories I was excused: a different history, History with a capital H, had answered the questions in my stead: the war, the camps.Perec was one of those experimental French novelists who thrived in the 1960s and is most famous for writing a novel entirely without the letter E. Here he [...]


    • To quote from the jacket blurb: “…W tells two parallel stories. The first is autobiographical, describing the author’s wartime boyhood. The second tale, denser, more disturbing, more horrifying, is the allegorical story of W, a mythical island of Tierra Del Fuego governed by the thrall of the Olympic “Ideal,” where losers are tortured and winners held in temporary idolatry.” Everything but the plug is correct here – the second allegorical tale is overly complicated, contrived and u [...]


    • Definitely one of the most devastating books about the Holocaust I've ever read.It sneaks up on you, though, so give it a chance. All the banality that you think is trivial leads to an ending that sucker punches you on the jaw. Lights out.The idea that sport is king on an imaginary island seems odd, but harmless. Then come the descriptions of gang rape, starvation, murder, and child abuse on a scale you just can't believe. The fact that he mirrors this so delicately with memories of his own chil [...]


    • Ce n'est pas le Perec que je préfère. Il m'aura sûrement manqué des bribes de la biographie de l'auteur pour tout assimiler. Dans le genre vagues souvenirs d'une enfance meurtrie pendant la guerre, mon cœur appartient à Modiano ! Reste que la description de la vie W (la lettre étant employée comme adjectif) vous en bouche un coin.



    • Other than (my boy forever) Italo Calvino, I'd never read any Oulipo writers before, and Perec was recommended to me. Oh man, two dovetailing narratives forming a cohesive and moving meditation on fascism, I dig this shit super-hard. Combining a fabulist perspective, a pointillistic, convincing memoir, and an overarching structurality, this is pretty remarkable in a lot of ways.



    • Reading about the Sport Life of a mythical place called W opened my eyes even further to the sheer horrors of the Holocaust. Yeah, you people were following orders, but can any sane, rational human being force people only because they're of a particular ethnicity and culture to undergo such harsh treatment and oppression, and still call himself or herself a human being? I get it, disobey orders and you probably die, but all the same It's terrible. A proud father of two girls, who wakes up one mo [...]


    • I always think of Perec as this super playful dude who was just crazy imaginative and clever with language - and, yeah, this has all of that, but it's also horrible. It's half about a childhood he can't remember with a father who died on the front and a mother who was killed in Auschwitz (there's this horrible line, I am paraphrasing the French here, but his Polish mother returned to her childhood country to die and it's just - awful) and half about all the stuff he invented in his childhood to, [...]


    • It´s like 3 stories in 1 and that was confusing for a bit. It begins quite suggestive when the main character meets a mysterious stranger and then follows by childhood memories of the main character. But suddenly half of the book describes a fictional island called W while the strange meeting comes to an end and we from time to time return to the childhood memories. It felt like it was too much focus on creating a mythical and epic place but there´s a huge and tragic metaphorical twist in the [...]


    • The crushing intensity the war has on history erases any individual impact. that's why Perec feels he doesn't have a childhood nor a personal history. granted, he does have a collection of memories of those years, but he can't seem to string them together and make a meaning out of them. the loss of his parents and growing up in various facilities didn't help as well. but- that doesn't make him immune to his surroundings and he develops this profound understanding of the war, the thing that repla [...]


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