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Omantismo ideal a busca para o inalcançável e o misterioso mundo entre infância e idade adult. This is the Centenary Edition of the French classic Le Grand Meaulnes a coming of age story of a boy and the companion he looks up to nicknamed Le Grand Meaulnes So we have all the usual boyhood stuff of bullies juvenile delinuent episodes boring school days awkwardness around girls One day Le Grand Meaulnes very much the leader while our narrator is the follower gets lost and finds himself in an exotic costumed adventure in a fairyland beautiful girl and all The story becomes a search for this Lost Domain and the lost girl Surprisingly the novel is semi autobiographical Alain Fournier spent much of his life looking for a girl he fell in love with at first sight It was a short life because he was killed in WW I at age 28 the same year the book was published 1914 The main theme is shifting memory and I thought at first that theme was owed to Proust but Proust’s famous works started to be published the same year so there must be an earlier source for the concern for memory that pervades even modern French novels The book has a lot of local color of rural France – place names are real or barely disguised and today the schoolhouse of the story is the Alain Fournier museum Read the Introduction after the book because it gives away much of the plot

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François Seurel aos 15 anos narra a história de seu relacionamento com o amigo Augustin Meauln. Alain Fournier's one and only novel due to his tragic death during the first world war evokes dreamlike memories of a bygone era with an evocative and moving friendship all surrounding a long lost love Set in a small French commune and the lush pleasant countryside Fifteen year old François Seurel narrates his close relationship with slightly older boy Augustin Meaulnes also known as Le Grand Meaulnes because of his natural charisma and physical presence with fellow students during their time at school And it's during this time that Meaulnes apparently goes missing for a few days only to return with a fascinating story of how he got lost one night and ended up in a seemingly abandoned estate in the middle of nowhere in which sits a Chateau that appears to be hosting some sort of party With avid curiosity François eventually finds out that there was a beautiful girl hidden within and for Meaulnes it was indeed love at first sight so they both decide to try and discover just where abouts this mysterious place could be and this is just a beginning that will see their lives changed forever both for better and worseWho knows what Fournier could have gone on to achieve he had the potential to be a very special writer and as a first written work of fiction it certainly is a lavish one and has at times the feel of a fairytale that children would get read at bedtime the narrative is superb and the book on the whole is easy to read so for younger readers looking for a good place to start with classic French literature this would ualify as doesn't contain the complexities and deep character studies of some of the other renowned classic French writers Although there is a story to an extent the main factors for me were the universal feelings that would arouse the senses with a nostalgic youthful spirit and the true meaning of an adolescent friendship shining through I was left partially with a sad yearning for it's three main characters but also for myself as your left with a strong feeling for your own treasured memories and loves from years gone by The Automatic Millionaire: A Powerful One-Step Plan to Live and Finish Rich pleasant countryside Fifteen year old François Seurel narrates his close relationship with slightly older boy Augustin Meaulnes also known as Le Grand Meaulnes because of his natural charisma and El caso Banchero physical The Pleasure Trap presence with fellow students during their time at school And it's during this time that Meaulnes apparently goes missing for a few days only to return with a fascinating story of how he got lost one night and ended up in a seemingly abandoned estate in the middle of nowhere in which sits a Chateau that appears to be hosting some sort of Watching Natalie Cheat party With avid curiosity François eventually finds out that there was a beautiful girl hidden within and for Meaulnes it was indeed love at first sight so they both decide to try and discover just where abouts this mysterious For Just Cause place could be and this is just a beginning that will see their lives changed forever both for better and worseWho knows what Fournier could have gone on to achieve he had the It Feels Good to Be Yourself: A Book About Gender Identity potential to be a very special writer and as a first written work of fiction it certainly is a lavish one and has at times the feel of a fairytale that children would get read at bedtime the narrative is superb and the book on the whole is easy to read so for younger readers looking for a good Teeth in the Mist place to start with classic French literature this would ualify as doesn't contain the complexities and deep character studies of some of the other renowned classic French writers Although there is a story to an extent the main factors for me were the universal feelings that would arouse the senses with a nostalgic youthful spirit and the true meaning of an adolescent friendship shining through I was left The Information Technology Revolution: The Complete Guide partially with a sad yearning for it's three main characters but also for myself as your left with a strong feeling for your own treasured memories and loves from years gone by

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Es de 17 anos ue procura o seu amor perdido Impulsivo imprudente e heróico Meaulnes encarna o r. When I was about 10 I spent what felt like an entire summer playing in a marsh with a friend The marsh was a gradual discovery Each day as our courage increased we penetrated deeper into it crawling and hopping from tree mound to tree mound until we had mapped out uite a large area in our imaginations And of course we were the only two who knew about it This area of the marsh became our sprawling fort with significant crossings and islands given names from my primary reading matter of the time The Book of Lists So the longest bridge” a downed tree was dubbed Verrazano Narrows and the crossing that reuired the longest leap was called Bob Beamon Way There was also Edison’s Isle where we found a light bulb; and The Sewer where we pissed Every day I dreamed about this place and every day that I could I returned to it It was a wonderful time in a secret world By the next summer my friend had moved but that didn’t deter me; I returned to it alone But just one year had wrought irreversible changes – plants were so overgrown I couldn’t even find my way in let alone make it back to Edison’s Isle I was devastated but being 11 or so I uickly recovered and moved on to other adventures though in many ways the adventures in that secret marsh were never replicated never surpassed so it became a place in my imagination a fertile place representing the unselfconscious mysteries and adventures of youthMany years later I spoke to this friend now far along in a life fairly antithetical to my own and I mentioned the marsh hoping to recapture some of its magic by tapping into his memories but he had little or no recollection of the place I was newly devastated as I had wanted for years to ask him about it and I felt a hard lump of sadness drop to the bottom of my being but in some ways this sadness fortified even further the magical significance of the marsh in my imagination This book too is about a “secret domain” discovered by chance and never found again and the spell the experience casts on the children involved But its secret domain was also populated by a beautiful girl the children being not 10 or 11 but 15 or 16 and so there’s the added tragic element of lost love permeating Le Grand Meaulnes’ life infecting it with an ideal that can never be realized making of him a wanderer on this earthBut what is it about this book that is so affecting so haunting and magical The subject matter sure is one reason the end of youth as precipitated by life long obsession with unattainable beauty and mystery encountered in one’s youth bringing on the realization that one peaked early that those early wonders will never be experienced again This is always a powerful theme and in one way or another is the emotional substratum of much literature But why does this book in particular pack such a wallop I have now read it twice the first time being many years ago but I still don’t know exactly One possibility that struck me this time is the odd hybrid nature of the sensibility expressed in its pages There’s an enchanted wistfulness a Romantic sensitivity to very delicate natural mysteries and adolescent relations but coupled with this is an almost blunt and matter of fact rusticity that is somewhat detached In other words the sensibility is that of a sensitive rustic intellectual; a character type I always find intriguing And then there’s the writing itself which had every opportunity to launch into floweriness and mystical indulgence yet didn’t instead it steered a steady course of basic description which enhanced even the aching unresolved mystery of the subject matterI love this book and its impact on me was no less than the first time around and upon finishing it I’m having some difficulty moving on to another novel


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  1. says:

    Alain Fournier's one and only novel due to his tragic death during the first world war evokes dreamlike memories of a bygone era with an evocative and moving friendship all surrounding a long lost love Set in a small French commune and the lush pleasant countryside Fifteen year old François Seurel narrates his close relationship with slightly older boy Augustin Meaulnes also known as Le Grand Meaulnes because of his natural charisma and physical presence with fellow students during their time at school And it's during this time that Meaulnes apparently goes missing for a few days only to return with a fascinating story of how he got lost one night and ended up in a seemingly abandoned estate in the middle of nowhere in which sits a Chateau that appears to be hosting some sort of party With avid curiosity François eventually finds out that there was a beautiful girl hidden within and for Meaulnes it was indeed love at first sight so they both decide to try and discover just where abouts this mysterious place could be? and this is just a beginning that will see their lives changed forever both for better and worseWho knows what Fournier could have gone on to achieve he had the potential to be a very special writer and as a first written work of fiction it certainly is a lavish one and has at times the feel of a fairytale that children would get read at bedtime the narrative is superb and the book on the whole is easy to read so for younger readers looking for a good place to start with classic French literature this would ualify as doesn't contain the complexities and deep character studies of some of the other renowned classic French writers Although there is a story to an extent the main factors for me were the universal feelings that would arouse the senses with a nostalgic youthful spirit and the true meaning of an adolescent friendship shining through I was left partially with a sad yearning for it's three main characters but also for myself as your left with a strong feeling for your own treasured memories and loves from years gone by


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    Dear Henri Alain FournierSome people claim you had great talent as a novelist Many would claim I don't Is it fair that you died in World War I while I live free to write this review and feeling like I'm having a bad morning because I didn't have all the usual ingredients for my breakfast shake? Your remains weren't identified until 1991 true but do you know that without yogurt steel cut oatmeal goji berries and banana congeal like pond scum when blended with almond milk? I guess in a way translated works of fiction are like that lacking an ingredient Not really fair of me to judge you then is it? And on top of that I read somewhere that the Robin Buss translation I have isn't the bestI don't know Maybe I've been prejudiced against anything French because there's been a creepy mime wandering around the farmers' market on Saturdays With the summer heat its face make up starts to melt and peel and it scares my kid and me Or maybe having discovered Woody Allen before James Dean it's because I'm sentimental for my own sort of coming of age story But the truth is I found your novel sappy Sappy to the nth degree And that evening sobbing he asked Mademoiselle de Galais for her hand in marriageBarfSome folks describe it as dream like Well I'll meet them halfway and say that it is conducive to a dream like state in as much as I found myself wanting to fall asleep as I read it God Germany probably invaded France so often to keep from nodding off Can you blame them? They had all those big philosophical treatises to write but then kept getting distracted by the latest Twilight preuel And they would've even read it in the original French because all you Continentals speak five languages I tried to make excuses for you thinking Look at it this way it's a parable for post colonial France They were just coming off that Napoleonic high and had to simultaneously deal with the onset of modernity It's a simple case of Britishpenis envy But even my credulity can only stretch so far Goodbye Alain Fournier Sorry your life was cut short by one of history's celebrated mistakes Maybe this book will mean something to somebody else It's going to have the opportunity because I'm donating it to my library


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    Some time after leaving university I was in a club; and at one point in the er festivities I was tapped on the shoulder I turned around and there was an attractive blonde girl She spoke my name; I stared back at her blankly ‘Don’t you remember me?’ she asked I had to confess that I didn’t ‘Nicole’ she said I was about to embarrass myself further and admit that I still could not place her when it came to me Ah Nicole Of course She had been in the same halls of residence as I We didn’t take any of the same classes and we hadn’t spoken all that often but our paths had crossed once or twice in the corridor or at partiesAs the night wore on we danced and we chatted and we kissed; and when the club closed we set out on a walk with Nicole in the lead I know my home city well but being drunk with my attention elsewhere I had no real idea how we came to be in the place where we ended up As I remember it now and as I remembered it the next day it resembled some kind of stone arena with high walls and lights all around some of them hanging from trees Of course I doubt this was the case but that is what I see when I cast back into the past to try and dredge up that night I don’t know exactly how long we were there; it felt like hours but it could only have been thirty minutes or soIn any case before Nicole and I parted she asked for my telephone number Unfortunately I did not know it by heart I still don’t and I have never carried my mobile with me on nights out ‘Tell me your number’ I said gallantly ‘and I’ll remember it’ Foolish boy Of course when I woke up the next day the number was entirely lost to me; it was as much an irretrievable part of the night as the kisses and the fantastic stone arena had been Yet I didn’t initially let it bother me too much being used to hooking up in clubs and also being of the belief that I would sooner or later bump into her againHowever over the following months even though I freuented various clubs in the city including the one in which we had met and although I kept something of an eye out for her I found no trace of Nicole by which I mean that she never herself turned up and nor did any of the people I had seen her with that night The longer this continued the interested I became in the situation the mental energy I devoted to it Who is this girl I thought to myself whose life briefly merged with mine only to suddenly disappear? At the end of each night I would leave the club and go in search of the arena hoping that being in the same state ie very drunk would somehow jog my memory and lead me there By this stage the whole incident had taken on the ualities of a dream – I felt as though I was searching for someone and a place for reasons I couldn’t uite articulate to myself which had in fact never existed anywhere except in my imaginationNow when I think back to that time and wonder why I so wanted to see Nicole again it strikes me that it wasn’t the girl herself that I was chasing that I was looking for but a part of myself the part that had only been possible when I was with this particular girl in that extraordinary place; I found it hard to let that go This is not of course uniue to me; many of us want to reclaim or relive our pasts many of us hanker nostalgically after certain experiences and this at least partly is what Le Grand Meaulnes Alain Fournier’s beautiful French novel is aboutLe Grand Meaulnes begins with the arrival of a young boy Francois Seurel in Sainte Agathe He is accompanied by his father a teacher and his mother who he describes as the ‘the most meticulous housewife ever known’ It is then made immediately clear that Francois’ home life is rather conventional and well perhaps a little boring Moreover the boy himself is both ‘timid’ and due to a problem with his knee ‘weak’ and so does not or cannot play with other children Then one day Augustin Meaulnes – who is of course the great or grand Meaulnes of the title – enters his life The circumstances behind their first meeting are significant it is a Sunday a day traditionally of rest the dullest of dull days when one would not expect anything exciting to happen However when Francois returns from church he finds a woman gazing through the window of his house It turns out that she has ‘lost’ her boy who is well I think you’ve probably worked that out alreadyIt was clever on Alain Fournier’s part to introduce Meaulnes in this way not with his presence but by the absence of it thereby revealing an important or the defining aspect of his behaviour or character without him even being ‘on stage’ Having given his mother the slip one understands straight away that this is an adventuresome boy who does things his own way who is in contrast to Francois unconventional Indeed his physical entrance into the novel confirms this impression as he comes down the Seurel’s stairs to announce that he has been rooting around in their attic uite without permission of course and has found some unused fireworks He then takes Francois outside and sets them off This is in effect the symbolic and literal start of a exciting existence for FrancoisIn order to be able to enjoy Le Grand Meaulnes one must accept its limitations There is for example no character depth; everyone is ‘one dimensional’ is essentially a symbol or a type of one sort or another Meaulnes is shown in the beginning to be adventurous and brave and independent and that is how he remains; all of his actions – like taking Fromentin’s horse and cart on a long drive in order to pick up Francois’ Grandparents – are further proof of these ualities Francois does not develop either; sure he gets into scrapes than he would have done without Meaulnes’ friendship but he does not take a very active part in them; he is in effect an observer or bystander or at best a sidekick Indeed no one behaves in a way that would surprise you and no one’s thought processes aside from the narrator’s are engaged with; all of the characters are straight forward and predictable even Meaulnes whose unpredictability is itself predictableI also ought to mention that the plot is often derided as unbelievable and silly and too reliant upon coincidences particularly in the second half Responding to these specific criticisms is difficult because silly and unbelievable are subjective terms All I can say in that regard is that I don’t agree or that all literature is unbelievable if you bring a cynical attitude to it and this book than most reuires you to be open minded because for the greater part the prevailing atmosphere is one of awe and wonder In terms of coincidences yes there are some but I have never understood why this bothers readers as much as does Life is full of coincidences so it I not as though we have no experience of them ourselves Besides I would argue that flawed or not the plot is tremendously gripping and movingSuperficially Le Grand Meaulnes is a kind of fast paced mystery novel As noted Augustin one day leaves to pick up Francois’ Grandparents but he fails to meet them and doesn’t come back for three days When he does return he fails to provide an explanation seems distracted and aloof and appears to be working on some sort of map Naturally if one has not read the book before all of this is intriguing Where has Meaulnes been? What is the map for? What happened to him? Whatever the boy experienced clearly had a profound effect upon him and one is eager for an explanation Further even once the cat is out of the bag so to speak there continues to be twists and surprises such as the identity of the gypsy boy and the nature of the relationship between Frantz Valentine and MeaulnesOne is always told to avoid spoilers in one’s reviews but as far as I am concerned this is absurd that any review that avoids spoilers isn’t actually worth reading because it cannot have engaged with the book in any meaningful way With that said I have no ualms about revealing that when Meaulnes leaves with the horse and carriage to pick up Francois’ Grandparents he gets lost and eventually comes upon a remote house where a fete is taking place He infiltrates the party and subseuently meets a beautiful girl Yvonne Now what is so brilliant about this idea is that for a novel about adolescence and adolescents it actually taps into so many popular seemingly immortal and universal aspects of adolescent fantasy such as the idea of getting lost the prospect of discovering some magical place hitherto unknown the opportunity to pretend to be someone other than yourself and in the process meeting a beautiful girl or boy depending on your preference of course with whom you fall in loveHowever to give the impression that Le Grand Meaulnes is nothing than a kind of teenage fantasy or fairy tale or even a pacey mystery is to undersell it What elevates it to the level of a masterpiece is that it is much like Adolfo Bioy Casares’ The Invention of Morel a perfect synthesis of gripping plot and philosophy adventure and romance and ideas; it is despite its apparently simple characters and whimsical story a sneakily complex little novel It is important to remember that Francois from some distance in years in narrating the tale is with fondness and some sorrow looking back to his own childhood Le Grand Meaulnes is then like Marcel Proust’s opus on one level about memory about how we remember important events or periods in our lives Indeed he admits within the first couple of pages that his memories are somewhat confused or have in a way merged so that what may have been numerous days or experiences seem like have become only oneI think this is subtly profound writing because it is exactly how memory works – memories do not come to you in a linear fashion as a straightforward or precise narrative; days do not follow in seuence; and so what you remember is likely to be an amalgamation of various memories or days If you try to picture an event let’s say your first day at school certain aspects may be as it was then – that it was a Monday say – but it is also likely that you will misremember or confuse certain details that for example you will recall the walls of the classroom being grey when they were actually cream that it was in fact the walls of a different classroom years later that were grey Moreover one sometimes cannot help but place important people in places where they cannot have been or one feels their presence hanging over certain incidents that they were not part of On this perhaps my favourite passage in the book is when Francois tries to conjure up the first night in the new house in Sainte Agathe and sees Meaulnes’ tall shadow moving across the wall to and fro ‘restless and friendly’ even though it would be ten years before they would actually meetAs one progresses through the novel one comes to realise that there is a satisfying mirroring going on vis à vis Meaulnes and Francois that while one is trying to go back to the place where he met Yvonne the other is trying to go back in his memories in fact both could be said to be going back in their heads Bearing this in mind one could see the lost domain as not only a real physical place but as childhood itself This is given further weight when one considers that the domain was characterised by a kind of gaiety or freedom and was full of children who on at least one of the days were in sole charge Throughout the book both the older Francois and the young Meaulnes are trying to recapture something ephemeral something that therefore cannot be recapturedWeeks went by then months I am speaking of a far away time a vanished happiness It fell to me to befriend to console with whatever words I could find one who had been the fairy the princess the mysterious love dream of our adolescenceI'm sure now that when I discovered the nameless domain I was at some peak of perfection of purity to which I shall never again attain One might argue that this interpretation overlooks the love relationship between Meaulnes and Yvonne that it was her who he was desperate to reclaim or rediscover not some mythical idea of childhood but I don’t see that It is telling for me that Meaulnes once he and Yvonne are reunited feels deflated or disappointed and actually leaves at the first opportunity Of course his leaving is explained as being part of some promise or pact but Isn’t it really the case that Meaulnes was in love with the idea of Yvonne and the lost domain than with the real woman and the real place? Let’s face it he did not have to abandon her; he had a choice and he chose to go to follow the dream rather than live with reality To return to Nicole and my introduction like me it was not the woman that he wanted but how she made him feel what she was part ofFor anyone interested in my story I never saw Nicole again but I think I may one day have stumbled upon the stone arena which if I am correct is part of a large park or botanical garden that is roughly ten minutes walk from the club It does not except in the most vague or rudimentary fashion align with my memory of it


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    I read this purely because it was recommended by Penelope Fitzgerald in truth since she is dead this was not a personal recommendation but it was one of her books of the century as mentioned in Hermione Lee's Penelope Fitzgerald a lifeThe appeal to Fitzgerald seems clear It is a strange little tale akin to a fable it conjures up a dream like atmosphere it takes the lives of adolescents with one foot in the adult world and one foot in childhood very seriously and captures their state of mind and allows it to command the story perhaps she too might have noticed that it is at once shy of and explicit about adult sex and sexuality with characters who are running but whether towards it or away from it they could not say view spoiler it is clearly there but is not depicted in the book hide spoiler


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    When I was about 10 I spent what felt like an entire summer playing in a marsh with a friend The marsh was a gradual discovery Each day as our courage increased we penetrated deeper into it crawling and hopping from tree mound to tree mound until we had mapped out uite a large area in our imaginations And of course we were the only two who knew about it This area of the marsh became our sprawling fort with significant crossings and islands given names from my primary reading matter of the time The Book of Lists So the longest bridge” a downed tree was dubbed Verrazano Narrows and the crossing that reuired the longest leap was called Bob Beamon Way There was also Edison’s Isle where we found a light bulb; and The Sewer where we pissed Every day I dreamed about this place and every day that I could I returned to it It was a wonderful time in a secret world By the next summer my friend had moved but that didn’t deter me; I returned to it alone But just one year had wrought irreversible changes – plants were so overgrown I couldn’t even find my way in let alone make it back to Edison’s Isle I was devastated but being 11 or so I uickly recovered and moved on to other adventures though in many ways the adventures in that secret marsh were never replicated never surpassed so it became a place in my imagination a fertile place representing the unselfconscious mysteries and adventures of youthMany years later I spoke to this friend now far along in a life fairly antithetical to my own and I mentioned the marsh hoping to recapture some of its magic by tapping into his memories but he had little or no recollection of the place I was newly devastated as I had wanted for years to ask him about it and I felt a hard lump of sadness drop to the bottom of my being but in some ways this sadness fortified even further the magical significance of the marsh in my imagination This book too is about a “secret domain” discovered by chance and never found again and the spell the experience casts on the children involved But its secret domain was also populated by a beautiful girl the children being not 10 or 11 but 15 or 16 and so there’s the added tragic element of lost love permeating Le Grand Meaulnes’ life infecting it with an ideal that can never be realized making of him a wanderer on this earthBut what is it about this book that is so affecting so haunting and magical? The subject matter sure is one reason the end of youth as precipitated by life long obsession with unattainable beauty and mystery encountered in one’s youth bringing on the realization that one peaked early that those early wonders will never be experienced again This is always a powerful theme and in one way or another is the emotional substratum of much literature But why does this book in particular pack such a wallop? I have now read it twice the first time being many years ago but I still don’t know exactly One possibility that struck me this time is the odd hybrid nature of the sensibility expressed in its pages There’s an enchanted wistfulness a Romantic sensitivity to very delicate natural mysteries and adolescent relations but coupled with this is an almost blunt and matter of fact rusticity that is somewhat detached In other words the sensibility is that of a sensitive rustic intellectual; a character type I always find intriguing And then there’s the writing itself which had every opportunity to launch into floweriness and mystical indulgence yet didn’t instead it steered a steady course of basic description which enhanced even the aching unresolved mystery of the subject matterI love this book and its impact on me was no less than the first time around and upon finishing it I’m having some difficulty moving on to another novel


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    Le Grand Meaulnes The Lost Estate Alain FournierAlain Fournier was the pseudonym of Henri Alban Fournier 3 October 1886 – 22 September 1914 a French author and soldier He was the author of a single novel Le Grand Meaulnes 1913 which has been twice filmed and is considered a classic of French literature Le Grand Meaulnes is the only novel by French author Alain Fournier who was killed in the first month of World War I The novel published in 1913 a year before the author's death is somewhat biographical – especially the name of the heroine Yvonne for whom he had a doomed infatuation in Paris Fifteen year old François Seurel narrates the story of his friendship with seventeen year old Augustin Meaulnes as Meaulnes searches for his lost love Impulsive reckless and heroic Meaulnes embodies the romantic ideal the search for the unobtainable and the mysterious world between childhood and adulthoodعنوانها دوست من مون؛ مون بزرگ؛ مُلن بزرگ؛ نویسنده آلن فورنیه؛ تاریخ نخستین خوانش سال 1970 میلادیعنوان مُلن بزرگ؛ نویسنده آلن فورنیه؛؛ مترجم محمدمهدی داهی؛ زیر نظر احسان یارشاطر؛ تهران، بنگاه ترجمه و نشر کتاب، 1343؛ در 359 ص؛ چاپ دوم 1347؛ چاپ دیگر تهران، انتشارات علمی فرهنگی، 1394؛ در هفده، و 292 ص؛ شابک 9786001219573؛ موضوع داستانهای نویسندگان فرانسوی سده 20 معنوان دوست من مون؛ نویسنده آلن فورنیه؛؛ مترجم مهدی سحابی؛ بابل، کتابسرای بابل، 1368؛ در 272 ص؛ چاپ چهارم 1368؛ عنوان مون بزرگ؛ نویسنده آلن فورنیه؛؛ مترجم مهدی سحابی؛ تهران، نشر مرکز، 1381؛ در هشت و 293 ص؛ شابک 9643056600؛ چاپ دوم 1389؛ چاپ سوم 1392؛عنوان مون بزرگ؛ نویسنده آلن فورنیه؛؛ مترجم فائژه خداوردی؛ ویراستار فرناز ساسانی؛ تهران، کتابسرای وصال؛ 1398؛ در 120 ص؛ مصور، شابک 9786226454148؛ مولن بزرگ یا «مون بزرگ» تنها اثر داستانی نویسنده فرانسوی «آلن فورنیه» است راوی داستان، نوجوانی دبیرستانی است، که قصه ی دوستش «اگوستن مون» را، بازگو می‌کند او در جستجوی عشق خویش، در مکانی گمشده است این کتاب برای استواری سبک، و ساختار داستان، و پیشرفت آهسته ی رمز و راز، و رخدادهای فوق طبیعی، که رنگی از متافیزیک شاعرانه نیز، چاشنی آن است، کتابی کاملاً پخته و هنرمندانه به شمار می‌رود «مولن بزرگ»، سرشار از رؤیاها، و جهانهای جوانی ست؛ و به گونه‌ ای خیال انگیز، رویاهای سالهای جوانی، و میل ناشکیبایی انسانها، در به دست آوردن، و هستی بخشیدن به رؤیاهای خویش را، به نگاره می‌کشد این رمان در میان یکصد کتاب سده ی بیست میلادی «لوموند»، که فهرستی از کتابهای برگزیده سده ی بیستم میلادی ست، در رتبه نهم آرام گرفته «مولن بزرگ» نخستین بار در سال 1343 هجری خورشیدی ، با عنوان «مُلن بزرگ»؛ توسط جناب آقای «محمدمهدی داهی»، به فارسی ترجمه شد جناب آقای «مهدی سحابی» نیز، این کتاب را بار دیگر ترجمه کرده اند، که در چاپ نخست به سال 1368 هجری خورشیدی، با عنوان «دوست من، مون»، و در چاپهای بعدی با عنوان «مون بزرگ»، منتشر شده‌ است ا شربیانی


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    ‘But you have read Madame Bovary?’I’d heard of the book ‘No’‘Not even’ she looked ratty now ‘Hermann Hesse?’‘No’ Unwisely I tried to dampen Madame Crommelynck’s disgust ‘I only really did English literature at school’‘“English”? Australia was part of the English Empire England is European No French? No German? You are Australian you illiterate monkey of puberty Thomas Mann Rilke Gogol Proust Bulgakov Victor Hugo This should be your culture your inheritance your skeleton You are ignorant even of Kafka?’I flinched ‘I’ve heard of him I’ve even discussed him on Goodreads’“Goodreads?” she shrieked ‘This?’ She held up Le Grand Meaulnes‘Yes I’ve just finished it’‘Is one of my bibles I read it every year So’ She frisbeed her copy at me hard It hurt ‘Alain Fournier is your first true master He is nostalgic and tragic and enchantible and he aches and you would have ached too and best of everything he is true’As I opened it up a cloud of foreign words blew out Il arriva chez nous un dimanche de novembre 189‘Your copy It’s in French’‘Translations are incourteous between Europeans’ She detected the guilt in my silence ‘Oho? Australian schoolboys in the less than enlightened 1970s never read a book in a foreign language?’‘We never had French at school’ Madame Crommelynck made me go on ‘but we had Citizenship Education’ I said brightly ‘Pfffffffffffft Citizenship Education? What is that? When I was thirteen I spoke French and Dutch fluently I could converse in German in English in Italian Ackkk for your schoolmasters for your minister of education execution is too good Is not even arrogance It is a baby who is too primitive to know its nappy is stinking and bursting You Australians ueenslanders especially you deserve the government of Monster Joh Bjelke Peterson I curse you with twenty years of Bjelke Peterson Maybe then you comprehend speaking one language only is prison You have a French dictionary and a grammar anyhow?’‘No but I have read and now finished Le Grand Meaulnes as translated into English by Frank Davidson’ ‘And you like?’ Madame Crommelynck asked ‘Kinda’ I said “”Kinda kinda’” Madame Crommelynck sneered ‘Is that this strine that you antipodean halfwits speak? What do you mean Kinda?’ ‘It all seemed kinda clunky in parts of the translation’ I replied and caught the outrage in Madame Crommelynck eyes ‘And the story was just a little too sweet and cloying saccharine one might say For my tastes anyway but I do understa’ ‘sweet cloying saccharine?’ roared the good Madame “out of my sight now and readand read read that David Mitchell Onzin” As I slunk away feeling a great sense of guilt that I could only give a French classic 3 stars I heard an exasperated ‘Ackkk’ deep in the throat of Madame Crommelynck


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    Alain Fournier was the pseudonym of Henri Alban Fournier 1886 1914 a French author and soldier Le Grand Meaulnes 1913 was his only novel filmed twice and is now considered one of the greatest works of French literature He was a friend to Andre Gide 1869 1951 who wrote The Fruits of the Earth 1897 Strait is the Gate 1909 The Counterfeiters 1927 among many others Alain Fournier started work on a second novel Colombe Blanchet in 1914 However that same year he joined the army and died while in the battlefront It was World War I Le Grand Meaulnes also known as The Wanderer when translated and published in the US is a semi autobiographical novel It is about a 17 yo boy Augustin Meaulnes who got lost in a forest and meets a girl of his dreams Yvonne de Galais This fictional female character was based on Alain Fournier’s crush Yvonne de uievrecourt who agreed to meet with him a year after along the Seine riverbanks However de uievrecourt did not show up and it broke Alain Fournier’s young heart The narrator of the story 15 yo Francois Seurel is like a boy who is having an awakening while witnessing the older boy’s first lesson on love What makes the dreamlike narration captivating is the fact that both of them are young boys who are innocent in the ways of love When Meaulnes disappears in search of his lost or should I say mysterious love I felt his loss too and thought of the first time my first crush broke my heart It is a bittersweet story that everyone young and old can identify with Meaulnes determination to find his love back proves to us that romantic idealism is still something that can sweep our feet off Even in this era of cyberspace still nothing can replace the impact of a true and heartfelt story of young loveCritics compare this to F Scott Fitzgerald’s masterpiece The Great Gatsby 1925 one of the greatest work of American literature I can see the similarities enchanted estate the guests the festivities and the use of the third person narrator Fitzgerald was in France when he wrote his masterpiece and did not deny being influenced by this Alain Fournier’s workFinally like Gatsby Le Grand Meaulnes is also a sad love story In fact this is one of the saddest love story that I’ve ever read that can compete with Eric Segal’s Love Story The fact that broken hearted Alain Fournier died while fighting for his country a year later adds to the appeal of the novel Come to think of it Alain Fournier’s lost or unreuited love for de uievrecourt did not go to waste In fact he made it immortal by putting his experience – of that loving and hurting – by writing this novel Le Grand Meaulnes Glad to have read a Alain Fournier No wonder French people are known to be romantic They have this book as a reuired reading in their schools


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    This is the Centenary Edition of the French classic Le Grand Meaulnes a coming of age story of a boy and the companion he looks up to nicknamed Le Grand Meaulnes So we have all the usual boyhood stuff of bullies juvenile delinuent episodes boring school days awkwardness around girls One day Le Grand Meaulnes very much the leader while our narrator is the follower gets lost and finds himself in an exotic costumed adventure in a fairyland beautiful girl and all The story becomes a search for this Lost Domain and the lost girl Surprisingly the novel is semi autobiographical Alain Fournier spent much of his life looking for a girl he fell in love with at first sight It was a short life because he was killed in WW I at age 28 the same year the book was published 1914 The main theme is shifting memory and I thought at first that theme was owed to Proust but Proust’s famous works started to be published the same year so there must be an earlier source for the concern for memory that pervades even modern French novels The book has a lot of local color of rural France – place names are real or barely disguised and today the schoolhouse of the story is the Alain Fournier museum Read the Introduction after the book because it gives away much of the plot


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    The Lost Estate by Alain Fournier goes by two titles The second is Le Grand Meaulnes “Grand” being a French word with different connotations it is best to avoid a direct translation and so the English title is completely different The French author Henri Alban Fournier 1886 1914 went by the pseudonym Alain Fournier The book was published in 1913 The author died in 1914 at the age of twenty seven killed in action at the start of the First World War I like the ending of this book I like how the author ties up the plot There is a twist at the end that I didn’t see coming I also think the character portrayal of the two central protagonists is very well done You cannot judge the book until the very end Only at the end does what the book is really about hit you with a smack It is about view spoilerfriendship and it is about those people you meet once in a while who stand out above others Not in a bad way in a good way hide spoiler


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