Sunday, February 20, 2011

A writer.

February 20, Saint-Ismier.

I am in love.
His name is Philippe Claudel. He's a writer and there is nothing else to say but the poetry of the words and their slashing at my throat, or is it my heart.

4 comments:

  1. Do you think the English translations any good? I sometimes hesitate to read translations, fearing a loss of rhythm will lead to the loss of experience. The loss, in fact, of understanding.

    Long, however, may your relationship with Philippe be!

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  2. I don't think he's been translated yet, but I'll check. And if the translator is any good, the book should be fine, too.
    He's just an amazing writer.

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  3. Here's a link I just found that you might find interesting (and the note that two of Claudel's novesl are translated):
    http://incurablelogophilia.wordpress.com/2008/01/10/philippe-claudel-la-petite-fille-de-monsieur-linh/

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  4. Thank you, Valerie.

    I will check out the links and the translated work.

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