A Man's Place: Annie Ernaux

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Sparse observations on the impact of class and generational differences on how close one can be with a parent. The language of Ernaux is precise and captures the universal well They were convinced that being well-read and well-mannered were marks of an inner excellence that was innate. yazarın burda da fotoğraflardan anlattıkları doğrudan seneler’i getiriyor akla. bir fotoğrafa bakarak kendini, sınıfını ve babanı anlatmak… o kadar yapılabilir bir şey ki. işte o zaman bu duygudaşlık ve kendini o durumda bulma hayali, başlıyor ağlatmaya. His greatest satisfaction, possibly even the raison d’être of his existence, was the fact that I belonged to the world which had scorned him. In distinguished society, grief at the loss of a loved one is expressed through tears, silence and dignity. The social conventions observed by my mother, and for that matter the rest of the neighborhood, had nothing to do with dignity."

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When we get to the end of the book, we still do not feel like we fully know the man whose life it depicts. A Man’s Place marks its own reliance on absence by refusing to satisfy. Neither does it tell us much about Ernaux’s own life, despite the elements of autobiography. The years comprising her teacher training, her university degree and her marriage are blurred. Any emotional response to her father’s death – or even to his life – is largely absent. Sono passati molti mesi da quando, in novembre, ho iniziato questo racconto. Ci ho messo tanto perché riportare alla luce fatti dimenticati non mi veniva così facile quanto inventarli. La memoria fa resistenza. The Academy praised “her for the courage and clinical acuity with which she uncovers the roots, estrangements and collective restraints of personal memory.” seneler’de de söylemiştim, her ne kadar ernaux’nun bahsettiği dönemle aramızda en az bi 35-40 yıl olsa da, yaşadığımız ülkelerin gelişmişlik düzeyi farkı ile aramızdaki zaman boşluğu kapanıyor. ben sanmıyorum ki yaşıtım bir fransız ernaux’nun babası, babasının davranışları, yazarın babasıyla ilişkisi, hayatında yeni gelişmeler oldukça ailesiyle ilişkisinin aldığı şekil gibi konularda benim kadar özdeşleşebilsin. bu da bizim şanssız varoluşumuzda minicik bir şans zerresi. We can see how people in France expressed their feelings at the loss of a loved one in this book and why and how Annie's family did it differently from the general conventions at that time.Ma qui, nelle pagine di Annie Ermeaux, siamo ben oltre la vergogna: la figlia sente di far parte di un altro mondo e un’altra epoca, che non ha più nulla da spartire con il medioevo del padre. He liked to sing: C'est l'aviron qui nous mène en rond – 'The paddle that is rowing us in circles'"

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Oggi la mamma è morta. O forse ieri, non so. Ho ricevuto un telegramma dall’ospizio: ‘Madre deceduta. Funerali domani. Distinti saluti.’ Questo non dice nulla: è stato forse ieri. We can see the author deciphering something complicated yet simple about her father's life in this book.

It’s taking me a long time to write. By choosing to expose the web of his life through a number of selected facts and details, I feel that I am gradually moving away from the figure of my father. The skeleton of the book takes over and ideas seem to develop of their own accord. If on the other hand I indulge in personal reminiscence, I remember him as he was, with his way of laughing and walking, taking me by the hand to the funfair. . . I have read A Woman’s Story by the author previously, which was about her mother, A Man’s Place is apparently about her father. The author writes here too in that familiar unbiased and dissociated manner- a neutral manner of writing- which marks perhaps a different sort of biography or a new genre altogether. It’s like reliving memories as you do with old suppressed memories, sometimes to re-imagine them, sometimes to get away with them. At times it gets difficult to dig up old forgotten memories so we invent them, the book lies somewhere there. Or perhaps we write about it so that the eternal events such as death may be helped to get merge with the past, to be one with our past, so that our turbulent soul may find solace as then it would become like any other events of our past. The writing of the author is somewhat like a cross between family history and sociology, reality and fiction, it could be said to be an effort to delve deep inside your subconscious mind to find what lies there, a sort of unseen truth which could only be brought out to the life through something fragile but tangible such as words. Though it could not be regarded as realism as she chooses sparse, factual prose, perhaps it could be categorized as’ autofiction’. I finished this novel in August but I was very very busy and had no time to write a proper review. Now, I feel it is too late so I will only say a few words. We can see Ernaux thinking about writing about her father while waiting for news of her first job. Her words truly reflect the complicated relationship she had with her family.

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La Place, or The Place, or Positions, is entitled A Man’s Place on the hardcover edition I bought in the mid-eighties that you see above. I can’t recall if I ever read it, but I thought I would read it in conjunction with a long unfinished novel I mess around with from time to time about my own father. I also read it now because I saw Ilse had been reading Ernaux’s work and as so often happens with Ilse, she nudged me (gently, urgently) through her lovely review to read her work. I felt called by her and was glad she did. Is she a great writer in this book? I don't know, it's an unspectacular story and style, at least in this translation, but also quietly moving.hiç acıklı değil, hiç duygusallaşmıyor, hiç ajitasyon yok. bakmayın ben kitabı zırıl zırıl ağlayarak bitirdiysem tamamen kişisel meselelerle ilgili. ama yazarak iyileşmek ne demek çok iyi biliyorum ve annie ernaux’yu o kadar anlıyorum ki yaşadığım duygudaşlık gözyaşı olarak fışkırıyor.