The Lost Estate

The Lost Estate When Meaulnes First Arrives At The Local School In Sologne, Everyone Is Captivated By His Good Looks, Daring And Charisma But When Meaulnes Disappears For Several Days, And Returns With Tales Of A Strange Party At A Mysterious House And A Beautiful Girl Hidden Within It, He Has Been Changed Forever In His Restless Search For His Lost Estate And The Happiness He Found There, Meaulnes, Observed By His Loyal Friend Francois, May Risk Losing Everything He Ever Had Poised Between Youthful Admiration And Adult Resignation, Alain Fournier S Compelling Narrator Carries The Reader Through This Evocative And Unbearably Poignant Portrayal Of Desperate Friendship And Vanished Adolescence. ALLA RICERCA DEL SENTIERO PERDUTONicolas Duvauchelle a dx Augustin Meaulnes, e Jean Baptiste Maunier Fran ois Seurel nel film di Jean Daniel Verhaeghe del 2006, scipita trasposizione cinematograficaun romanzo che ben presto sgattaiola via dalle reti delle letture critiche, si sottrae alle analisi e diventa qualcosa di pi , qualcosa d altro Questa capacit di riecheggiare forte, di trovare la muta sintonia con una sensibilit acuminata, la vera profonda grandezza del romanzo, che no ALLA RICERCA DEL SENTIERO PERDUTONicolas Duvauchelle a dx Augustin Meaulnes, e Jean Baptiste Maunier Fran ois Seurel nel film di Jean Daniel Verhaeghe del 2006, scipita trasposizione cinematograficaun romanzo che ben presto sgattaiola via dalle reti delle letture critiche, si sottrae alle analisi e diventa qualcosa di pi , qualcosa d altro Questa capacit di riecheggiare forte, di trovare la muta sintonia con una sensibilit acuminata, la vera profonda grandezza del romanzo, che non sta nell intreccio, a tratti debole, con soluzioni talora improbabili, non sta nella psicologia, dickensianamente poco approfondita, ma in una sorta di finissima eppure possente costruzione mitica di cui vogliamo cogliere tre motivi chiave l infanzia, l avventura, il meraviglioso.Mai parole furono pi giuste Yasmina Melaouah che solo per aver tradotto Bussola di Mathias Enard meriterebbe un monumento fa seguire alla sua traduzione di quest unico romanzo di Alain Fournier una preziosa profonda densa post
Dear Henri Alain Fournier,Some people claim you had great talent as a novelist Manywould claim I don t Is it fair that you died in World War I while I live, free to write this review and feeling like I m having a bad morning because I didn t have all the usual ingredients for my breakfast shake Your remains weren t identified until 1991, true, but do you know that without yogurt, steel cut oatmeal, goji berries and banana congeal like pond scum when blended with almond milk I guess in Dear Henri Alain Fournier,Some people claim you had great talent as a novelist Manywould claim I don t Is it fair that you died in World War I while I live, free to write this review and feeling like I m having a bad morning because I didn t have all the usual ingredients for my breakfast shake Your remains weren t identified until 1991, true, but do you know that without yogurt, steel cut oatmeal, goji berries and banana congeal like pond scum when blended with almond milk I guess in a way translated works of fiction are like that, lacking an ingredient Not really fair of me to judge you then, is it And on top of that, I read somewhere that the Robin Buss translation I have isn t the best.I don t know Maybe I ve been prejudiced against anything French because there s been a creepy mime wandering around the farmers market on Saturdays With the summ
Alain Fournier s one and only novel due to his tragic death during the first world war evokes dreamlike memories of a bygone era, with an evocative and moving friendship all surrounding a long lost love Set in a small French commune and the lush, pleasant countryside Fifteen year old Fran ois Seurel narrates his close relationship with slightly older boy Augustin Meaulnes, also known as Le Grand Meaulnes because of his natural charisma and physical presence with fellow students during their t Alain Fournier s one and only novel due to his tragic death during the first world war evokes dreamlike memories of a bygone era, with an evocative and moving friendship all surrounding a long lost love Set in a small French commune and the lush, pleasant countryside Fifteen year old Fran ois Seurel narrates his close relationship with slightly older boy Augustin Meaulnes, also known as Le Grand Meaulnes because of his natural charisma and physical presence with fellow students during their time at school And it s during this time that Meaulnes apparently goes missing for a few days only to return with a f
Some time after leaving university I was in a club and at one point in the, er, festivities I was tapped on the shoulder I turned around, and there was an attractive blonde girl She spoke my name I stared back at her blankly Don t you remember me she asked I had to confess that I didn t Nicole, she said I was about to embarrass myself further, and admit that I still could not place her, when it came to me Ah, Nicole Of course She had been in the same halls of residence as I We d Some time after leaving university I was in a club and at one point in the, er, festivities I was tapped on the shoulder I turned around, and there was an attractive blonde girl She spoke my name I stared back at her blankly Don t you remember me she asked I had to confess that I didn t Nicole, she said I was about to embarrass myself further, and admit that I still could not place her, when it came to me Ah, Nicole Of course She had been in the same halls of residence as I We didn t take any of the same classes, and we hadn t spoken all that often, but our paths had crossed once or twice in the corridor or at parties.As the night wore on we danced and we chatted and we kissed and when the club close
When I was about 10 I spent what felt like an entire summer playing in a marsh with a friend The marsh was a gradual discovery Each day, as our courage increased, we penetrated deeper into it, crawling and hopping from tree mound to tree mound, until we had mapped out quite a large area in our imaginations And of course we were the only two who knew about it This area of the marsh became our sprawling fort, with significant crossings and islands given names from my primary reading matter of When I was about 10 I spent what felt like an entire summer playing in a marsh with a fr
1914 Alain Fournier was the pseudonym of Henri Alban Fournier 1886 1914 , a French author and soldier Le Grand Meaulnes 1913 was his only novel, filmed twice and is now considered one of the greatest works of French literature He was a friend to Andre Gide 1869 1951 who wrote The Fruits of the Earth 1897 , Strait is the Gate 1909 , The Counterfeiters 1927 among many others Alain Fournier started work on a second novel Colombe Blanchet in 1914 However, that same year, he joined the army a Alain Fournier was the pseudonym of Henri Alban Fournier 1886 1914 , a French author and soldier Le Grand Meaulnes 1913 was his only novel, filmed twice and is now considered one of the greatest works of French literature He was a friend to Andre Gide 1869 1951 who wrote The Fruits of the Earth 1897 , Strait is the Gate 1909 , The Counterfeiters 1927 among many others Alain Fournier started work on a second novel Colombe Blanchet in 1914 However, that same year, he joined the army and died while in the battlefront It was World War I Le Grand Meaulnes, also known as The Wanderer when translated and published in the US, is a semi autobiographical novel It is about a 17 y o boy Augustin Meaulnes, who got lost i
Although Le Grand Meaulnes sometimes translated as The Wanderer or The Lost Estate was written in 1913, which wasin the decadent or modernism era, this lovely, mysterious novel falls definitely into the category of late Romanticism Just one year after publishing his one and only novel, young Henri Alain Fournier was killed in a World War I battle at Epargnes in 1914 The literary world is so much the poorer for his loss as well as for the loss of manynovels he surely would have w Although Le Grand Meaulnes sometimes translated as The Wanderer or The Lost Estate was written in 1913, which wasin the decadent or modernism era, this lovely, mysterious novel falls definitely into the category of late Romanticism Just one year after
A few moments later a strange equipage drew up in front of the glass doors an outlandish old farm wagon with rounded panels and moulded ornaments an aged white horse with head bent so low that he seemed to be hoping to find grass in the road and in the driving seat I say it in the simplicity of my heart, well knowing what I say perhaps the most beautiful young woman that ever existed in the whole world.For the first half of Le Grand Meaulnes I was