{"id":1951,"date":"2010-02-22T09:22:14","date_gmt":"2010-02-22T08:22:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/edmondmorrel.be\/?p=1951"},"modified":"2020-10-30T09:41:52","modified_gmt":"2020-10-30T08:41:52","slug":"la-mort-dun-pere-le-recit-dune-grande-dame-de-la-litterature","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/edmondmorrel.be\/?p=1951","title":{"rendered":"La mort d\u2019un p\u00e8re : Le r\u00e9cit d\u2019une grande dame de la litt\u00e9rature"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Voici un livre \u00e9mouvant, qui est un r\u00e9cit transcend\u00e9 par l\u2019\u00e9criture. Voici un livre qui donne en partage l\u2019exp\u00e9rience intime de la confrontation avec la mort du p\u00e8re. Voici un livre qui d\u00e9montre combien la litt\u00e9rature est exploration du myst\u00e8re, de \u00e9nigme de l\u2019autre, et aussi de soi-m\u00eame.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">L\u2019\u00e9criture comme l\u2019art en g\u00e9n\u00e9ral permet ce passage de l\u2019intime \u00e0 l\u2019universel parce qu\u2019il transfigure l\u2019exp\u00e9rience personnelle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Nicole Avril raconte cette mort-l\u00e0 de son p\u00e8re qui lui est occasion de convoquer les souvenirs, de faire revenir \u00e0 la surface les \u00e9pisodes que la m\u00e9moire fit resurgir pendant l\u2019\u00e9criture. Nous parcourons ainsi au fil des mots le destin d\u2019une femme qui se raconte dans ce que Sartre appelait \u00ab\u00a0l\u2019illusion r\u00e9trospective\u00a0\u00bb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Dans le cas de Nicole Avril c\u2019est un coeur battant qui rythme ce travail de la m\u00e9moire et qui en fait toute la r\u00e9sonance dans l\u2019intime lecture que nous en faisons.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Un livre \u00e0 lire en toute empathie.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>Edmond Morrel<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-embed-spotify wp-block-embed is-type-rich is-provider-spotify wp-embed-aspect-21-9 wp-has-aspect-ratio\"><div class=\"wp-block-embed__wrapper\">\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Spotify Embed: La mort d\u2019un p\u00e8re Le r\u00e9cit d\u2019une grande dame de la litt\u00e9rature\" width=\"100%\" height=\"232\" allowtransparency=\"true\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"encrypted-media\" src=\"https:\/\/open.spotify.com\/embed-podcast\/episode\/7j0OFRRE4ST4rQfORtDEDt\"><\/iframe>\n<\/div><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.plon.fr\/ficheLivre.php?livre=9782259211475\" rel=\"noreferrer noopener\" target=\"_blank\">Quatri\u00e8me de couverture&nbsp;:<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><em>\u00ab\u00a0J\u2019avais besoin de parler de toi, mon p\u00e8re, et j\u2019ai commenc\u00e9 \u00e0 parler d\u2019elle, de ta mort. En avais-je le droit&nbsp;? Je n\u2019\u00e9cris pas contre l\u2019oubli, aussi longtemps que mon cerveau vivra dans un semblant d\u2019ordre, je me souviendrai. Je n\u2019\u00e9cris pas pour transmettre une exp\u00e9rience originale, c\u2019est au contraire sa banalit\u00e9 qui la rend \u00e0 mes yeux extraordinaire. Je n\u2019\u00e9cris pas dans l\u2019espoir de te retrouver. J\u2019\u00e9cris pour te trouver. Et peut-\u00eatre pour me trouver. Je t\u2019ai aim\u00e9, je t\u2019ai aim\u00e9 plus fort et m\u00eame plus passionn\u00e9ment que je ne l\u2019ai cru, cependant je ne t\u2019ai jamais connu. Tu m\u2019as toujours paru imp\u00e9n\u00e9trable. Sans doute chaque p\u00e8re donne-t-il \u00e0 chaque enfant, \u00e0 chaque fille, \u00e0 chaque fille unique, le sentiment d\u2019\u00eatre une \u00e9nigme&nbsp;?<br>N. A.\u00a0\u00bb<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Voici un livre \u00e9mouvant, qui est un r\u00e9cit transcend\u00e9 par l\u2019\u00e9criture. 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