the literati blog: December 2007

Qui est le fou furieux qui a dit, alors, un jour:
"les paroles s'envolent, mais les écrits restent,"
Hmm?
Les paroles ENFLAMMENT les passions -
et causent souvent la zizanie et la destruction -
mais les écrits s'enflamment aussi,
et en étant inflammables, ils disparaissent!
Si non par le feu, par l'usure pure et simple!
Qu'en reste-t-il, alors, des écrits
dans ce temps-là?

It was Christmas Night

And all through the house

nothing was found to be stirring

not even a mouse! (sic) (...)

Well... GOOD! Last thing you want is to find out you have a RAT problem - on a HOLIDAY when all the pest specialists or "vermin control agents" commonly known as Exterminators are all found to be unavailable - all at the same time! We can, then, move on to something else: say, a year-end review? Well, it's been another interesting year here, literary as literally-speaking...! And it was another interesting Christmas night with odd nightly visitors only they were not as the one we had in 2004 - an attempted break-in! (Sort of a Reverse-Santa... lest it was a Satan, outright?) No, no this time... This year, they were the usual sort... they were nightmare buddies! The oddest assemblage gets together for that sort of dreaming, oftentimes... Hmm... Maybe I should do as Robert E. Howard indeed and inspire myself from those odd dreams for the penmanship part of my life! Hey! It worked for Bob...! Why not for Luce, eh? ;) My literary resolution for the new year is resolutely taken, methinks! In writ, to boot! That's it for my seasonal posts here, on the Literati Blog!

Ho... Ho... BOO!

The REAL Literary Society...

Justine Lévy managed what critics deemed to be "the impossible" - give a very run-of-the-mill story a vocabulary worthy of the most erudite (or high-browed) philosophy, poet and feminist circles...! Carla Bruni came, saw her man, and took him - for a while, anyway! (Now she has moved on to other prey... Bigger prey... But that is another sordid story!)

Justine (whose middlename appears to be Juliette - lest her name is the deliciously odd and unusual composite of Justine-Juliette) simply retold her own story in her own words (being the daughter of a famed intellectual "made her that way" from the very start) - et voilà! No "impossible feat" here - at all. Get true scribes to pen the pathetic misadventures of those "Desperate Housewives" on the telly, and you will get the exact same result as Justine's "Rien de grave" (Nothing serious) book!

The book proved to be great therapy for Justine - writing it was nothing less than cathartic, she could have said. No kidding; she simply inverted Carla for "Paula" and proceeded to dissect her character, calling her things like "a preying mantis" (hence the prey comment earlier, here - hence, quite evidently, you will assess now that I agree with Justine! Preying Mantis it is!) and one with "a Terminator smile" (right on again! Carla's best nude pics, from her days as a model, were always those in which the witch did NOT smile! But I'm digressing again...)

Justine Lévy was greeted with open arms, as the highest echelons of the literary society flung all doors wide open for her - through a fashion designer though? Diane von Fürstenberg - not the least socialite, by far, of course... But, what has she written of note?

Nothing stops Diane from being mécène to Justine though - nothing at all...! However...
On sent d'autres scandales qui arrivent, là...!!!

On interviews, in various platforms,

Justine gives us the impression, at times,

of wanting to be France's own Ann Coulter...