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Maybe the prison was her happiness

If you are 26 and just got out of prison, you don't think about Dying. On the contrary, for the first Time, the future is in front of the young Albe as the Vastness of the Cevennes, wild, fragrant, an exciting promise. Finally, it has to go finally write the book done, during the long detention, the first Form is assumed. In addition to her beloved Lou, she has waited almost 200 pages, come, now, you have your own home, even if it is only a abort hut in the Wilderness, through which the Mistral blows.

the following two lines at the first read, such as a superior sound to Disagree with the troubles of poverty: "Maybe we will never jump from the Pont du Gard into the water, not a trip around the world and the people we wanted to turn around in our nightly Dreams on the straw bag to the neck, until much later, goodbye. We were once at the river, once in the pool, once in the cinema, once at the bull fight, all a Time, and that's enough for us." If you know, but to Albertine Sarrazin's end, the author of these phrases, you will get something of a sinister life summary.

today she would be 82, 2 years older than Annie Ernaux. As this in 1974 published her first book, was Sarrazin's already 7 years dead. Just because she fell in the hospital of Montpellier, a dilettante in the hands. The anesthesiologist she knew not even looked at prior to the Operation, neither their weight nor their blood group. After the OP he was not in the room, until she woke up, and he had taken care of that blood reserves were not available. So Albertine Sarrazin died after a actually dangerous kidney surgery, is not alone in the recovery room of the Hôpital Saint-Roch, on 10. July 1967. At The Age Of 29.

Patti Smith called it their living leader

What would you have written anything else? Again and again, almost pungent, returns to this question when reading "Cross roads", Sarrazin's third and last novel,. So casual, so poetic, so wild and free, your language sounds like that of Patti Smith called you, your life leader, "the little Saint of the "write " geek".

Albertine Sarrazin in 1937, was Born in Algiers, her mother was a 15-year-old Spaniard, who deposited them in front of an orphanage. With one and a half years, she was adopted by a childless couple, the man was a 58-year-old military doctor (and perhaps her biological father). With 10 she was raped by the adoptive uncle, shortly thereafter, the "father gave" the gifted child in a reformatory. Shortly before graduation, she broke out of there and made it to Paris, where she stole their living henceforth, either together or with Prostitution-deserved. Which of course led eventually to prison.

Perhaps this prison was her happiness. Finally, she started to write there. Her two assistants were "Bic" and "Nes", Wegwerfkuli and instant coffee, her lawyer smuggled out of the text, Simone de Beauvoir got excerpts of it in the hands, lyrics about the dreams of this life tanned girl and the boredom of Prison life, and made for the young Albertine strong, by the way, ironically, in the prison of Pontoise sass, the place where 500 years before, François Villon, the prison literature was invented.

In two years, she wrote her three books:

After she was released, she wrote, within 2 years of your three books, Hanser Berlin, has published in 2013 the first volume of "Astragalus", but then apparently lost interest. Fortunately, Susanne Schenzle has agreed immediately and in their Zurich-based Ink-Press-publishing the other two volumes in 2018, "The outbreak laid," over the years, in the prison, this fall, the third and final volume of "cross-ways".

All three were translated by Claudia Steinitz, the man, as a German reader, French literature , anyway, always just be grateful for their masterful work. She manages Abertine Sarrazin's youthful Flippancy provides the same transmitted non-German as their biting poetry. The perfect sixties year of the polyps up to the fag is free of charge.

So. But what's it all about? The first volume of "Astragalus" began with a deep case: The 19-year-old Anne jumped from the ten-Meter-high prison wall, has broken a foot bone, the should give your book the title, and was read by Julien, a man who was himself on the run.

The two small-time criminals remind, in charm, Eros and a joke to Jean Seberg and Belmondo in "A bout de souffle".

escape and love story are, from the beginning, intertwined, the two small-time criminals remind, in charm, Eros and a joke to Jean Seberg and Belmondo in "A bout de souffle", only that it was here, living all through in fact, the runaways, the burglaries, the be dependent on each other. At the end of the book, a portly grinning policeman waits and takes you back to prison, all to zero.

"The outbreak" then told for the first time in the history of literature from the point of view of a woman from prison, and the strange sense of time in there ("An empty Minute, sucks in boundless eternities"). Interesting both books are told from the perspective of a fixed, to the passivity of the damned observer, once because of a foot fracture, the other Time from the stick out. Even more amazing, such as tempo, mercury contained * high brig, kapriolesk Sarrazin told.

To be written last, so "cross-ways", 1966. The Narrator is released from prison, stands on the platform, "with the translucent complexion of a cellar-Chicorées", and seek out old friends. You see how the former companions to go in slow motion, be it because you are stuck in broken relationships or a Phase – to be alone with two children sit.

you turned flatbed dirt into Gold and beauty

The Narrator Albe white, so will you never live, she is waiting for her Lover, works at a supermarket and want to write, nothing else. "I fell asleep with the book as a pillow, completely exhausted but a head full of dawn." And so she melts her own life in the texts, the transformed platform of dirt into Gold, and beauty, describes the sedate, bourgeois people around you from a distance, with a sharp wit.

comes As her lover free, start hard free zustrampeln. Lou (the wore in the two previous volumes of the "real" name, Julien) "Hans evaporated of-all-trades", to the ruin in the Cevennes, somehow, habitable, she writes day and night. "The strolling breaks, the narrow ridge of the tenderness, the Forbearance of happiness are granted only for a short time."

"cross-ways", Traversières, so hot in the South of France, the earth strip, the focusing of Terra, to the barren ground wrest something. Sarrazin is electrified, as she hears the word for the first time, "obstacle passage, a shortcut, a crossed word, similar to the Paths of my life".

The gangster life is one of the unfree most

It is incredible what has been created for a flourishing garden, Albertine Sarrazin from the barren, short cross because of your life. Her third book will be crowned with a Happy ending and culminates in the own beginning as a writer: Albe, which you can get as the real Albertine, no children, and of their texts as your baby speaks, gets a letter from the distant Paris: "I close my eyes to the stars in my eyelids engraved words: We are pleased to inform you that your manuscript has been accepted. A large pendulum beats in my breast, the solemn, magical seconds, now can not use it, my pendulum: My child is born."

In real life, got married Julien and Albertine, because they realized that the supposedly free gangster life at the end of the is non-free most: "The freedom is, perhaps, a story sperrter door locks, maybe a story of spiritual mastery, or simply a history of a lot of money, but I don't think you can be a history of the Vagabundierens."

Albertine Sarrazin was celebrated in Paris as a new hope. She felt but in the literature of foreign. Then she died, just like that. Back plans for a new novel project, diary entries, Essays, poems, songs remained. And Julien, the must have loved you very much, built her a beautiful tomb in the garden, her estate administered and the anesthesiologist, who has milked this fucking job in the death, for up to 2 years in jail.

Albertine Sarrazin: cross-ways. From the French by Claudia Steinitz. Ink Press, Zurich, 2019. 228 p., CA. 32 Fr.

Created: 20.11.2019, 10:33 PM

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