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FREE DOWNLOAD Ä Tropismes î Considered one of the major French writers of our century, Nathalie Sarraute is the author of several novels, plays, and essays, as well as of Childhood, her autobiography A pioneer of the nouveau roman or new novel , a literary movement that sought to free the novel from the confines of plot, characterization, and time, she was recently honored by the presentation of her complete works in the prestigious Pliade series other authors in the series include Honor de Balzac, Ernest Hemingway, and Franz Kafka George Braziller is delighted to have been publishing all of Sarraute s work in America since The association I had was with description of Zodiac signs, or medieval character types, but presented through situations and impressions rather than direct character description A very interesting book, very aptly titled one has a sense of the stimuli one shuns from and the stimuli one gets drawn to self preservation, thriving and attraction, playing out on a very deep level. Imagine you write a novel about a group of people similar to your own circle and living where you live and in your own time bourgeois Paris in the 1930s Then you leave it aside for a while Later you come back to it and see that your novel is too banal, the story has been told before in many different, perhaps better, ways So you begin to dissect it First you lift away the outer layer, things like names, time, locations Then you take your knife to the plot, the bones of the story as it were Imagine you write a novel about a group of people similar to your own circle and living where you live and in your own time bourgeois Paris in the 1930s Then you leave it aside for a while Later you come back to it and see that your novel is too banal, the story has been told before in many different, perhaps better, ways So you begin to dissect it First you lift away the outer layer, things like names, time, locations Then you take your knife to the plot, the bones of the story as it were, and carefully remove the linking elements that relate each scene to the others.You examine what you re left with a mass of separate character consciousnesses, some touching each other, others lying in isolation, but all pulsating with their own inner life You think this is what I wanted to convey at the beginning but I didn t know how This gets to the core of the fragility I see in people, how each person pulsates with inner life, can exist in isolation, yet is aware they need others to survive They allow the contacts that are necessary, but pull back when their own consciousness seems threatened Sometimes they can t pull back quickly enough when danger looms, and even though they might try to squeeze through a space that opens up, they become trapped, and thepowerful consciousness sits on them, stifles them They become absorbed into the other, losing their own definition Some remain absorbed, some succeed in separating into isolation, though unable to regain their former shape Tropismes is the startlingly rendered description of such experience I actually have no idea how Nathalie Sarraute went about writing this unusual book I ve simply tried to imagine the process she might have gone through The reading and the thinking about it afterwards have been so enjoyable that I m now reading another of her books Tropisms is a set of fleeting studies a collection of ephemeral etudes As if Nathalie Sarraute were peeping at the world through a keyhole of her consciousness and describing her impressions.Not before him above all, not before him, later, when he will not be there, but not now It would be too dangerous, too indecorous to talk about that before him.She kept her ears open, intervened so he would not hear, kept on talking herself, tried to divert his attention The depression and this increas Tropisms is a set of fleeting studies a collection of ephemeral etudes As if Nathalie Sarraute were peeping at the world through a keyhole of her consciousness and describing her impressions.Not before him above all, not before him, later, when he will not be there, but not now It would be too dangerous, too indecorous to talk about that before him.She kept her ears open, intervened so he would not hear, kept on talking herself, tried to divert his attention The depression and this increasing unemployment Of course, to him that was clear, he being so conversant with these matters But she didn t know However, she had been told But he was right, when you thought about it, everything became so obvious, so simple It was curious, heartbreaking to see the na vetof so many worthy people Everything went well He seemed pleased Drinking his tea the while, he was explaining things in that indulgent way of his, quite sure of himself, and from time to time, wrinkling his cheek and pressing his tongue against his back teeth to dislodge a bit of food stuck in them, he would make a peculiar noise, a sort of whistle which, with him, always had a little satisfied, carefree note.Moods Changes of the mood Catch a moment A moment of sadness A moment of solitude Moments of shyness and secret adoration Instants of acquiring knowledge about the world and life.In the most secret recesses, among the treasures that were the best hidden, she rummaged about with her avid fingers Everything intellectual She had to have it For her For her, because she knew now the real value of things She had to have what was intellectual.There were a great many like her, hungry, pitiless parasites, leeches, firmly settled on the articles that appeared, slugs stuck everywhere, spreading their mucus on corners of Rimbaud, sucking on Mallarm , lending one another Ulysses or the Notebook of Malte Laurids Brigge, which they slimed with their low understanding.What is our life if not a sum of brief moments The entire wide world consists of the tiny fragments of existence This should have been one of my Briefly reviews, however my contribution is too minimal for even that warning Instead, I m quoting Sarraute on what tropisms are and then providing a quote from the novella itself Make of it what you will From the Introduction What I tried to do was to show certain inner movements by which I had long been attracted in fact, I might even say that ever since I was a child, these movements, which are hidden under the commonplace, harmless appearances of eve This should have been one of my Briefly reviews, however my contribution is too minimal for even that warning Instead, I m quoting Sarraute on what tropisms are and then providing a quote from the novella itself Make of it what you will From the Introduction What I tried to do was to show certain inner movements by which I had long been attracted in fact, I might even say that ever since I was a child, these movements, which are hidden under the commonplace, harmless appearances of every instant of our lives, had struck and held my attention In this domain, my first impressions go back very far.These movements, of which we are hardly cognizant, slip through us on the frontiers of consciousness in the form of undefinable, extremely rapid sensations They hide behind our gestures, beneath the words we speak, the feelings we manifest, are aware of experiencing and able to define They seemed, and still seem to me to constitute the secret source of our existence, in what might be called its nascent state And since, while we are performing them, no words express them, not even those of the interior monologue for they develop and pass through us very rapidly in the form of frequently very sharp, brief sensations, without our perceiving clearly what they are it was not possible to communicate them to the reader otherwise than by means of equivalent images that would make him experience analogous sensations It was also necessary to make them break up and spread out in the consciousness of the reader the way a slow motion film does Time was no longer the time of real life, but a hugely amplified present.And from Tropisms itself When the weather began to be fine, on holidays they would go walking in the suburban woods.The scrubby underbrush was dotted with crossroads onto which straight paths converged symmetrically The grass was sparse and trampled upon, but on the branches new leaves were beginning to appear they had succeeded in communicating none of their luster to the surroundings, and looked like children with slightly sourish smiles like one sees wrinkling their faces to the sun in hospital wards.4.something stars, for the images and language I ll repeat, I ve had very good luck with the New Directions Pearls series you might want to consider checking it them out.