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Roman al dublului exil, Testamentul francez pune fata in fata doua lumi situate la extremitatile Europei secolului XX: Franta si Rusia. Meditatie tulburatoare asupra libertatii individului, violentei totalitarismului si depersonalizarii, romanul este, totodata, un emotionant elogiu adus misterului naturii siberiene, rafinamentului limbii si civilizatiei franceze, literatur Roman al dublului exil, Testamentul francez pune fata in fata doua lumi situate la extremitatile Europei secolului XX: Franta si Rusia. Meditatie tulburatoare asupra libertatii individului, violentei totalitarismului si depersonalizarii, romanul este, totodata, un emotionant elogiu adus misterului naturii siberiene, rafinamentului limbii si civilizatiei franceze, literaturii, spiritualitatii si, nu in ultimul rand, cartii. A fost distins in anul 1995 cu Prix Goncourt, Prix Medicis si Prix Goncourt des Lyceens. The story is of a young Russian boy and his older sister who have a French-born grandmother living on the edge of the steppe in Siberia.
Dec 06, 1995 Testamentul Francez has 2,274 ratings and 232 reviews. Jim said: The story is of a young Russian boy and his older sister who have a French-born grandmot. Download Top 10 - Testamentul francez - Andrei Makine pdf, ebook si epub. Am gasit-o aici. Top 10 - Testamentul francez - Andrei Makine.
They live a distance away and visit her only in summers. From her old time stories, her reading of poetry and ancient newspaper articles, their perusal of newspaper and family pictures, she teaches them the language and imbues in them a love of French culture. The grandmother’s life spanned years from the tsars through Stalin and WW II to the modern era, so we The story is of a young Russian boy and his older sister who have a French-born grandmother living on the edge of the steppe in Siberia.
They live a distance away and visit her only in summers. From her old time stories, her reading of poetry and ancient newspaper articles, their perusal of newspaper and family pictures, she teaches them the language and imbues in them a love of French culture. The grandmother’s life spanned years from the tsars through Stalin and WW II to the modern era, so we get quite a dose of Russian history as well. A main touchpoint in the story is that the grandmother was alive in 1896 when the tsar and his family visited Paris in a glamorous celebration of royalty, riches and grandeur. At the other extreme we get a dose of the horrors and starvation the Russians endured in WW II. The young boy becomes obsessed with French culture to the point where his Russian schoolmates shun and bully him, thinking him an oddity. After his mother dies, an aunt moves in with her entire family to care for the two children.
In contrast to the elegant French culture he dreams of, these folks are tough rural survivors and now the boy gets a heavy dose of “real Russian culture.” And, with required military training at school, he become a militant pro-fatherland Russian. He dreams of driving a tank and looks back at his French culture phase, wondering what all that foolishness was about.
He achieves some resolution in his later years when he himself live in Paris and dreams of bringing his grandmother back there. Yet he realizes that her glamorous Paris, like her language, no longer exists. There’s a lot about language and how it changes – both French, as it changed from the language the grandmother knew as a child, and Russian, as it changed, Orwell-like, with the burgeoning, insidious communist bureaucracy. There are many references to literature, especially Proust and Madame Bovary. Here’s a passage that illustrates the author’s style: “Yes, the building was a faint replica of the fashion of the turn of the century. It was as if all the sinuosities, twists and curves of that architecture had flowed in a stream from its European source and, diluted and partly effaced, had reached the depths of Russia.
Several of the books I have been reading recently have been about place. Together they show how the history of a community and the geography of a region can be combined and recorded so that they remain alive and vibrant rather than gathering dust in the archives. In, the geographer John Western records the history and geography of the city of Strasbourg on the French/German border through wonderfully immediate interviews with its citizens; the read Several of the books I have been reading recently have been about place. Together they show how the history of a community and the geography of a region can be combined and recorded so that they remain alive and vibrant rather than gathering dust in the archives.
In, the geographer John Western records the history and geography of the city of Strasbourg on the French/German border through wonderfully immediate interviews with its citizens; the reader actually hears the people's voices. In, Alastair MacLeod describes Cape Breton as faithfully as any geographer might but although it is fiction, the reader comes to believe that his stories are the true and very poetic account of people and places he knew and loved. In, Henry Glassie sets out the story of a tiny community in Northern Ireland. Like Western, he listens carefully to what the people say but what he emphasises is less factual and more story oriented. Like MacLeod, Glassie demonstrates how history can easily become story and how story eventually becomes myth. History becoming myth is also the theme of Russian writer Andrei Makine’s. Makine is particularly preoccupied with how memories become distorted in the telling and how the transmitting of them to others can radically change the lives of those others.
During the course of this novel, the narrator recounts the evolution of his own thinking about his grandmother’s stories of her youth in France. His reactions vary from passionate interest in every detail of her stories while he was a child, to a cooler and more clinical study of everything French as a teenager and then towards a radical rejection of his French roots as a young adult before veering right back again to the initial obsessive state in middle age when the original stories have finally become myths. A major turning point occurs when he realises that history which doesn’t come alive, which is not infused with poetry and the voices of the participants, is a dry dead thing. Makine clearly believes in honouring the spirit of the original possessor of the memory and the passages in which Charlotte the narrator’s French grandmother feature are the most beautiful in this book. Alongside this unique examination of memory and place, Makine weaves a second story of family secrets and the brutal choices that were necessary in order to stay alive in Stalinist Russia. In order to successfully combine these two themes, Makine allows the action of the novel to revolve around two separate points, following a series of elliptical orbits around these points, sometimes straying quite near one, more often following a wide arc away from it but closer to the other so that the reader almost forgets that the first point exists. Very deftly handled.
It's a French novel. It's a Russian novel. It's a French novel about Russia. It's a Russian novel about France. It's all of those things. As a Hungarian-American, I am almost never unaware of my own dual nature.
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So too is Alyosha, the narrator of this tale of his encounters in Saranza, Western Siberia, with his French grandmother, Charlotte Lemonnier. Andrei Makine's Dreams of My Russian Summers is a wonderful autobiographical novel about never quite being a unified whole, but part of a centrifug It's a French novel.
It's a Russian novel. It's a French novel about Russia. It's a Russian novel about France.
It's all of those things. As a Hungarian-American, I am almost never unaware of my own dual nature. So too is Alyosha, the narrator of this tale of his encounters in Saranza, Western Siberia, with his French grandmother, Charlotte Lemonnier.
Andrei Makine's Dreams of My Russian Summers is a wonderful autobiographical novel about never quite being a unified whole, but part of a centrifugal multiple entity that alternately fascinates and repels one. Andrei Makine’s beautifully dappled style, the conflagration of colours which leap from the page and the obsession with memory and the past recalls Proust (who makes an appearance in the novel); Makine lacks Proust’s genius, yet ‘Dreams of My Russian Summers’ reverberates with beauty and pathos. The story follows the story of a young Russian who is torn between the exoticism, grace and individuality of French culture, as represented by his French grandmother, Charlotte, and the autocracy and bru Andrei Makine’s beautifully dappled style, the conflagration of colours which leap from the page and the obsession with memory and the past recalls Proust (who makes an appearance in the novel); Makine lacks Proust’s genius, yet ‘Dreams of My Russian Summers’ reverberates with beauty and pathos. The story follows the story of a young Russian who is torn between the exoticism, grace and individuality of French culture, as represented by his French grandmother, Charlotte, and the autocracy and brutality of Soviet Russia, which sought to do away with individualism in favour of collectivism-gone was the idiosyncratic genius of Tolstoy and Chekhov, in its place was the cruelty of the Soviet state and the promotion of the collective will and shallow populism. The narrator’s French grandmother, Charlotte, is the light with which he is able to gain his sense identity outside of the shackles of the Soviet state.
The narrator coalesces photos and anecdotes of his grandmother with the vibrancy of his own imagination, to re-imagine France as his grandmother would have experienced it; from the libidinous President to the picture of three mysterious women, his re-imagining of his grandmother’s past is they key to unlocking his own sense of individuality, of re-discovering something outside of the mundaneness of his life; “The second memory was do distant that it could not be dated. There was not even a precise me in its nebulousness. Fascinating view into the series of accidents that come together to form a person's identity. I learned a little bit of what it is to be Russian, a little of what it means to be French, and something about the historical attraction that the Russians have had for French culture - I always thought that was odd, but I understand it a little more now. Well worth the read.
I spite of the title, it's all in English, except for an occasional word of French or Russian; most of those are explained in the Fascinating view into the series of accidents that come together to form a person's identity. I learned a little bit of what it is to be Russian, a little of what it means to be French, and something about the historical attraction that the Russians have had for French culture - I always thought that was odd, but I understand it a little more now. Well worth the read. I spite of the title, it's all in English, except for an occasional word of French or Russian; most of those are explained in the preface, but Google Translate takes care of the rest. How one comes to maturity can involve a long but disconnected procession of events, many of which are elusive and in Andrei Makine's excellent novel, Dreams of My Russian Summers, the detailed memories involve fragments rather than clear & specific moments of recollection.
Piecing the fragments together to form a tapestry that causes the story to become lucid is the task on the novel's narrator but also that of the reader. I found the novel to resemble a Proustian journey of very gradual enl How one comes to maturity can involve a long but disconnected procession of events, many of which are elusive and in Andrei Makine's excellent novel, Dreams of My Russian Summers, the detailed memories involve fragments rather than clear & specific moments of recollection.
Piecing the fragments together to form a tapestry that causes the story to become lucid is the task on the novel's narrator but also that of the reader. I found the novel to resemble a Proustian journey of very gradual enlightenment that might frustrate some readers but which I enjoyed very much. How identity or sense of self is determined in the lives of each of us can involve more than a little mystery but especially so for someone whose life & identity straddles 2 countries, 2 different languages & an influential but 'hybrid' grandmother, Charlotte Lemonnier, a woman with one foot in Russia, the country where she has lived for ages, enveloped in an odd sort of cocoon & the other in the long-ago France of her youth. 'Beyond the dates & anecdotes of family legend, we could hear life welling up in all of its sorrowful beauty.
The France of our grandmother, like a misty Atlantis, was emerging from the waves.' Charlotte Lemonnier, age 11 in 1914 in France at the onset of WWI and age 20 in post-revolutionary Russia in 1923 wanders through time & space, eventually becoming 'not entirely a Russian babushka' & enduring extreme hardship en route. The Makine novel involves a process of reclamation as the French narrator listens to his grandmother's stories & deciphers the contents of her 'Siberian suitcase' while spending summers with her in Russia. The contents of her duffel involve various newspapers, photos & other ephemera that document Charlotte's life but also are ultimately grafted on to the identity of the narrator. Over several summers of encampment with Charlotte Lemonnier in the Russian village of Saranza, the narrator not only pieces together his grandmother's life but also begins to confront just who he is: I had to recreate the topography of its high places & holy places through the thick fog of the past. But the greatest initiation was to understand how one could be French.
Charlotte had imprisoned me in this fantasy world of the past while I cast absent-minded glances back at my real life. I no longer belonged either to my time or my country. On this little nocturnal circus & I felt wonderfully foreign to Russia & like a bear after a long winter was awakening within myself. Makine's writing has all the subtle touches of masters of their trade; nowhere does he falter or fail, and instead allows the reader to fall deeper into the layers of his stories without being aware they are doing so. His tales are always created this way, their seemingly simple exterior giving way to sophisticated story lines that seductively pull the reader further into his interpretation of the world.
This book centers around a host of themes: being trapped between two languages, which reveal Makine's writing has all the subtle touches of masters of their trade; nowhere does he falter or fail, and instead allows the reader to fall deeper into the layers of his stories without being aware they are doing so. His tales are always created this way, their seemingly simple exterior giving way to sophisticated story lines that seductively pull the reader further into his interpretation of the world. This book centers around a host of themes: being trapped between two languages, which reveal the world in their own manners; the ties people have of the past and the stories that they tell themselves about them; coping with war and other tragedy; the confusion of adolescence; the mystery of family secrets; the pull of Russia; and the self-identification with nationality.
Makine manages, while conjuring his story, to ease the reader into the horrors of the past century, like a nurse who expertly wields a needle: before you know it, the needle is in. He also accomplishes this feat in newer works such as. Charlotte, the narrator's grandmother, is the legendary survivor, the preserver of history's indignities and the memories of those lost, maimed, imprisoned, or disappeared.
As a counter-point to this suffering, she revives the France of her childhood, and before, a world of decadent menus, tsars meeting presidents, and men dying in the arms of mistresses. While these memories of the past emerge, the narrator is embarking on a journey into adulthood. First he experiences the wonder of this seemingly magical, lost world, then conflicting emotions as he struggles to form an identity as a teenager, and then the realization of the complexity, beauty, and pricelessness of his grandmother's life as an adult who has also undergone a forced severance from his homeland. The enormity of personal experience is wrapped up in these pages, as well as tribute to hardship and survival. The story is not only about the narrator and his grandmother, but about those who emerged from two world wars and the reality of Soviet Russia, who coped in their own ways, sometimes not able to talk about the very worst of their experiences and need others to speak for them. First, let me say that this is another one of those book I read a long time ago. One of those that passes through my mind from time to time with a bit of wistfulness.
There are scenes that are vivid. But mostly it leaves me unsettled. Reading something in English, that was written in French, telling memories of a Russian childhood made me wonder what I could possibly be missing. On the other hand, it was an intriguing cultural read and sadly, it's rare to run across a book in which a grown man f First, let me say that this is another one of those book I read a long time ago. One of those that passes through my mind from time to time with a bit of wistfulness.
There are scenes that are vivid. But mostly it leaves me unsettled. Reading something in English, that was written in French, telling memories of a Russian childhood made me wonder what I could possibly be missing. On the other hand, it was an intriguing cultural read and sadly, it's rare to run across a book in which a grown man focuses to this degree on his grandmother. I'm thinking of rereading it.
I think I'd appreciate it more now. Especially for the beauty of it.
Since I've started reading poetry my appreciation for books like this has deepened - where the writing is more beautiful than the story, and description or imagery make me read a line again and again before moving on. Still reading but more comments - This book received the Prix Goncourt. Did not know about the flood in Paris in 1910(?). I love the children's curiosity about the Grandmother's life, the places she lived. Can relate to the wonderment as a child stars at the photos of those long gone. Occasionally, the author's language seems a bit convoluted and the settings jump around without due warning.
I know this is current construction of tales but this latter was a bit obtuse. Was, however, a Still reading but more comments - This book received the Prix Goncourt. Did not know about the flood in Paris in 1910(?). I love the children's curiosity about the Grandmother's life, the places she lived. Can relate to the wonderment as a child stars at the photos of those long gone. Occasionally, the author's language seems a bit convoluted and the settings jump around without due warning. I know this is current construction of tales but this latter was a bit obtuse.
Was, however, a good read - settings interesting. I didn't expect to like this book as much as I did. The prose is flowery (reminded me a little of Orhan Pamuk's scented pages) but ultimately seemed right for this slipping in and out of memory, going between a French past and a Russian present, between languages.
I liked the urgency of the adolescent narrator's frustration in trying to reconcile the world of stories and feelings and ideas with the world in front of his face. He's alert to poignancy-he finds it everywhere and makes his reeling I didn't expect to like this book as much as I did. The prose is flowery (reminded me a little of Orhan Pamuk's scented pages) but ultimately seemed right for this slipping in and out of memory, going between a French past and a Russian present, between languages.
I liked the urgency of the adolescent narrator's frustration in trying to reconcile the world of stories and feelings and ideas with the world in front of his face. He's alert to poignancy-he finds it everywhere and makes his reeling way toward adulthood-and he lives by longing. 71 of 75 for 2015. The reading guide for this novel compares it to work by Nabokov and other great Russian authors, although I can't really see that.
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The book, written originally in French and presented here as an English translation, tells the story of a young man growing up in Soviet era Russia, spending his summers with his grandmother, a native of Paris. As someone who grew up in all the tension of the Cold War, I am fascinated by stories that tell of the life of my counterparts on the other 71 of 75 for 2015. The reading guide for this novel compares it to work by Nabokov and other great Russian authors, although I can't really see that. The book, written originally in French and presented here as an English translation, tells the story of a young man growing up in Soviet era Russia, spending his summers with his grandmother, a native of Paris. As someone who grew up in all the tension of the Cold War, I am fascinated by stories that tell of the life of my counterparts on the other side of the Iron Curtain. Essentially a Bildungsroman, the story of Andrei and his grandmother's history, the novel takes us through many years of growth, including the period when his 'difference,' that French background he has from his grandmother, stands in the way of his acceptance as a good soviet youth. The book has four separate, but interrelated time lines: the narrator's summers with Charlotte, his grandmother; the narrator's school years when he lives with his parents, then his aunt after his parents' deaths; Charlotte's youth in early 20th Century Paris; and the narrator's life after he leaves Russia for the West, primarily set in Paris.
The first three weave their strands through most of the book. The fourth is presented almost as an addendum: and then I grew up. This is not one of my 'light and frivolous' reads.
Lots of detail here, and for me at least, a slow read, but worthwhile. I decided I'm going to make room on my book shelve just for those books that are so well written that I some day will reread.
This one will be on it. My gosh, this man can write! I can't wait to read more of his books.
It may be that I've always been drawn to books about Russia, nonfiction, mostly, but fiction too. This book is listed as fiction, but the author's life so closely parallels the book that I can see how it is sometimes referred to as autobiographical.
In a way it is a coming of age I decided I'm going to make room on my book shelve just for those books that are so well written that I some day will reread. This one will be on it. My gosh, this man can write! I can't wait to read more of his books.
It may be that I've always been drawn to books about Russia, nonfiction, mostly, but fiction too. This book is listed as fiction, but the author's life so closely parallels the book that I can see how it is sometimes referred to as autobiographical. In a way it is a coming of age book, describing a boy born in Russia in 1957 who is influenced greatly by his French grandmother. The grandmother who although French/Russian becomes trapped in the USSR during the Russian Revolution and the great famine that followed. She then becomes an unwilling participant in the horrors of WWII and the Stalin era. Through his grandmother's stories, the boy learns to love the beauty of France, and begins to conjure in his mind the essence of the time period and characters who populated the France of his grandmother's childhood.
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When he becomes an adult, he escapes to France and becomes an author. This does not mean that Russia is left out of the story. They're my favorite parts, the Russian winters, the steppes, the towns, and the people-especially the people who lived through 20th century Russia. The first thing to say about Le Testament Francais is that it is pretentious. Published elsewhere in English as Dreams of My Russian Summers, Andrei Makine's novel seems to be somewhat auto/biographical, although a quick poke around google shows this as something of a questionable claim.
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Regardless of the truth of the story and its pretensions, Le Testament Francais is one of the most beautifully written and translated books I have ever read. Each word seems carefully picked to bestow maximum wei The first thing to say about Le Testament Francais is that it is pretentious. Published elsewhere in English as Dreams of My Russian Summers, Andrei Makine's novel seems to be somewhat auto/biographical, although a quick poke around google shows this as something of a questionable claim. Regardless of the truth of the story and its pretensions, Le Testament Francais is one of the most beautifully written and translated books I have ever read.
Each word seems carefully picked to bestow maximum weightiness to the book, and maximum beauty to each passage. At the core, Le Testament Francais is about an ego-centric teenage boy who grows up understanding things through his 'French graft', the stories that his French grandmother tells him as he grows up behind the Iron Curtain in Russia. Le Testament Francais is in the vein of books like Catcher in the Rye with a self-obsessed narrator, growing up differently to the people around him.
And occasionally while reading this book I wanted to set it on fire, or rip it up or something. It does get terribly self-indulgent. But it is still beautifully written, and despite calling himself a French writer, the book ends in a heartbreaking, but beautifully fitting Russian manner.