Étiquette : roman américain

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Accouplements 157

Nicholson Baker, Checkpoint, 2004, couverture
(Accouplements : une rubrique où l’Oreille tendue s’amuse à mettre en vis-à-vis deux œuvres, ou plus, d’horizons éloignés.)

L’Oreille tendue est une fan de baladodiffusion et de Malcolm Gladwell — et donc de Revisionist History, le podcast de Gladwell. Au cours de sa cinquième saison, qui se termine ces jours-ci, une série de quatre épisodes a été consacrée à la carrière du militaire états-unien Curtis LeMay, notamment à son rôle dans les bombardements du Japon à la fin de la Deuxième Guerre mondiale (épisodes 4, 5, 6 et 7). Il y a aussi été question de la guerre de Corée et de l’invention du napalm.

L’Oreille tendue est une fan de l’écrivain Nicholson Baker, dont elle relit ces jours-ci plusieurs romans. Dans Checkpoint (2004), le personnage de Ben s’intéresse à l’histoire de la Guerre froide — «So you’re, ah, sunk pretty darn deep into the fifties and sixties now» (p. 37) —, aux bombardements du Japon (p. 61) et au napalm (p. 11-12).

L’un et l’autre rappellent que le napalm a été testé sur le terrain de sport de… Harvard.

L’Oreille est doublement ravie.

P.-S.—Le plus récent essai de Baker, Baseless. My Search for Secrets in the Ruins of the Freedom of Information Act (2020), porte, entre autres choses, sur la guerre de Corée. Tout est dans tout, et réciproquement.

 

Références

Baker, Nicholson, Checkpoint. A Novel, New York, Alfred A. Knopf, 2004, 115 p.

Baker, Nicholson, Baseless. My Search for Secrets in the Ruins of the Freedom of Information Act, New York, Penguin, Random House, 2020, 464 p.

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Accouplements 156

Nicholson Baker, U and I. A True Story, 1991, couverture

(Accouplements : une rubrique où l’Oreille tendue s’amuse à mettre en vis-à-vis deux œuvres, ou plus, d’horizons éloignés.)

Et vous, vos jaquettes, vous en faites quoi ?

Block, Lawrence, The Burglar Who Painted Like Mondrian. A Bernie Rhodenbarr Mystery, New York, HarperCollins, 2005. Édition numérique. Édition originale : 1983.

«Like so many non-collectors, he’d disposed of the dust jackets of most of his books, unwittingly chucking out the greater portion of their value in the process. There are any number of modern firsts worth, say, a hundred dollars with a dust jacket and ten or fifteen dollars without it. Onderdonk was astonished to learn this. Most people are.»

Baker, Nicholson, U and I. A True Story, New York, Random House, 1991, 179 p.

«For Christmas my mother gave me Picked-Up Pieces, a collection that included the golf essay that had cracked her up a few years earlier : she said she liked the cover a lot, which was a wide-angle black-and-white shot of [John] Updike in his front yard holding out a handful of fallen leaves. I was secretly disappointed by the gift, because I wanted to own paperback fiction, not hardback collection of book reviews, and I threw out the jacket because I wanted the hardback books I did have on my shelf to look more like the books in university libraries, which, unlike the embarrassingly crinkly tenants of public institutions, weren’t shelved with their jackets on» (p. 29).

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L’art du portrait à rallonge

Lawrence Block, The Burglar Who Painted Like Mondrian, 1983, couverture

«Four more men filled out the audience. One had a round face and a high forehead and looked like a small-town banker in a television commercial, eager to lend you money so that you could fix up your home and make it an asset to the community you lived in. His name was Barnett Reeves. The second was bearded and booted and scruffy, and he looked like someone who’d approached the banker and ask for a college loan. And be turned down. His name was Richard Jacobi. The third was a bloodless man in a suit as gray as hiw own complexion. He had, as far as I could tell, no lips, no eyebrows, and no eyelashes, and he looked like the real-life banker, the one who approved mortgages in the hope of eventual foreclosure. His name was Orville Widener. The fourth man was a cop, and he wore a cop’s uniform, with a holstered pistol and a baton and a memo book and handcuffs and all that great butch gear cops get to carry. His name was Francis Rockland, and I happened to know that he was missing a toe, but offhand I couldn’t tell you which one.»

Lawrence Block, The Burglar Who Painted Like Mondrian. A Bernie Rhodenbarr Mystery, New York, HarperCollins, 2005. Édition numérique. Édition originale : 1983.

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Accouplements 154

(Accouplements : une rubrique où l’Oreille tendue s’amuse à mettre en vis-à-vis deux œuvres, ou plus, d’horizons éloignés.)

L’Oreille tendue, se remettant (enfin !) au sport télévisé, découvre une publicité d’abord diffusée en anglais en 2019. Une femme y déguste une bière après avoir réussi à retirer son soutien-gorge (sa brassière en français populaire du Québec) sans retirer son chemisier.

Au même moment, l’Oreille relisait le premier roman de Nicholson Baker, The Mezzanine. On y trouve le même geste :

Here was where I made a discovery. An image came to me — Ingres’s portrait of Napoleon. Displacing my tie, I undid a single middle button. Yes, it was possible to get at your underarm by entering the shirt through the gap made by one undone button and then working the stick of antiperspirant up the pleural cavity between T-shirt and shirt until you were able to snag the sleevelet of the T-shirt with a finger and pull it past the seam where your shirtsleeve began, thereby exposing the area you needed to cover. I felt like Balboa or Copernicus. In college I had been amazed to see women take off bras without removing their sweatshirts, by unfastening the rear bra-catch through the material, pushing one sleeve up far enough to slip off one strap, and, after a few arousing shrugs of their shoulders, pulling the whole wriggling thing nonchalantly out of the opposite sleeve. My own antiperspirant discovery had some of the topologically flavor of those bra removals (p. 51-52).

On peut préférer le roman à la publicité.

 

Référence

Baker, Nicholson, The Mezzanine. A Novel, New York, Vintage Books, coll. «Vintage Contemporaries», 1990, 135 p. Paru en français sous le titre la Mezzanine, Paris, Julliard, 1991, traduction d’Arlette Stroumza.