Published in 1922 and modeled on Finelon's seventeenth-century epic of the same name, Aragon's work parodies its heroic models, didacticism, psychological stability, and descriptive and narrative balance....
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The Adventures of Telemachus Reviews
The origins of detournement practice in dada-surrealist mythology? Aragon was to become a key Surrealist by the time of his fantastic mysterious-ordinary essay-novel Paris Peasant (before being ejected from the group shortly after), but this 1922 short novel actually precedes the Surrealist Manifesto -- elegantly, amusingly bridging worlds. More worlds than anticipated even, as it's also deeply postmodern, and oddly intertextual. I know the Homeric origins, but there's an interstitial bit of 17th-century moralizing archbishop tucked into here as well, though essentially wiped back out of the framework by Aragon's hand. In the end, the entire story seems to break apart under metatextual play that literally shakes the foundations of the island setting, and finally collapses into the juxtaposed inadequacy of language and Aragon's extreme eloquence in constructing hyper-evocative surrealist tableaux. I just realized that Exact Change have been responsible for keeping some of my favorite books in print and this is one excellent such example.
Title: Les aventures de TélémaqueAuthor: Louis AragonRelease Date: September 27, 2017 [EBook #55637]Language: FrenchProduced by Laura N.R. & Marc D'Hooghe at Free Literature (online soon in an extended version,also linking to free sources for education worldwide ... MOOC's, educational materials,...) (Images generously made available by the Internet Archive.)Free download available at Project Gutenberg.I made the proofing for Free Literature and it will be published by Project Gutenberg.Images available at The University of Iowa Libraries
“In my left waistcoat pocket I carry a most faithful likeness of myself: a burnished steel watch. It speaks, indicates time, and does not understand anything about it.“Everything that is myself is incomprehensible.” Louis Aragon, like the other two founders/fathers of Surrealism (Soupault and Breton), was active in Dadaism in the years preceding the Surrealist movement. This book was written/published in 1922, precedes The Surrealist Manifesto(s) by a couple of years, and yet seems to bridge the gap a bit between Dadaism and Surrealism. Vibrant, philosophical, and Nihilistic, the short work focuses on Telemechus and Mentor/Minerva's stop on Calypso's island, in pursuit of Ulysses. Much of it is focused on Mentor's education of Telemecus, and a system referenced as Dd, which shares touch points with Dadaism. The language is fluid and at times experimental - much of the text is straightforward, but some extended passages are surrealistic and read as if produced by automatic writing (it wasn't).Really great stuff. I know myself only as rapture, reptilian motion: blood, blood, blood. My hands, leaden spoons, twist and melt. My body is a circled barrel whose bursts will be more beautiful than thunder; it lifts with the dregs, and the hoarseness of my voice. My knees elude immobility like those of machines. Prodigy’s missile, dagger I depart and kiss I return. The world put to sack succumbs, a cistern under heaven’s cataracts, bursting with my weight hurled down without choice on a random prey: discovery of a toothsome continent, I met the woman, my disease. Exclusive domain of touch, this body unnoticed by eyes preoccupied only with the hair that sprouts in making love, this body spreads out and stiffens against my flesh, deliberate contact. Awkward help steers passion toward delight, makes the couple sway, whale on the back of liquid plains, exchanging embarrassed and naked words, null and come from afar, followed by the streaming noises of clenched teeth, bitten off pieces, sudden vulgarities, precious, piercing. The right word, opened sluice gate, reveals the male's attention, the precise worry, the vital point.
In terms of who did what when, this is an impressive book. It makes much of Burroughs seem pointless, decades before he picked up a pen. However, it wasn't very readable, and I tend to place the tangible above the conceptual when picking what to read. I will still probably give his more famous work, Paris Peasant, a go, at some point in the next couple years.
I found this too difficult... Perhaps will try again someday...