This time, "Sadness of the earth" takes us into the Great Plains, and describes the slow death of the Indian tribes, sadly silenced the sound of traveling circuses. The author raises in a funeral last show, the famous Wild West SHAW: this traveling show, which ballad for 30 years, a Buffalo Bill dressed in white, the galloping pace of famous battles.
"It was amazing the audience with an intuition of suffering and death that would leave most. We had to pull him out of himself, like the little silver fish in the test tubes. He had before him as human silhouettes sécroulent and cry out in a pool of blood. We had the dismay and terror, the hope, and a kind of clarity, truth thrown on extreme lifetime. "
Without missing dinterroger our need to show the big deal of the story remains the historical lie. With the participation of a Sitting Bull resigned from his fellow actors submitted, the Wild West Show affina a rereading of victories and defeats. She sétalait shameless front of enthusiastic spectators. The alienating repetition of the show, today resonates metaphor transmissions, which rewrite history as one would hear it. By installing its founding myths, the man produces heroes and innocent criminals.
"So it is said that Buffalo Bill, who played dozens and dozens of times a staging of the Battle of Little Big Horn, truly believed at the end of his life, his participation. "
If lon appreciates lyricism Deric Vuillard, his incantatory magic again.
A poignant documentary rigor and romance are the signature of the author. Chapter after chapter, he pursued an evocative narrative that will resonate for a long time in us. Lhomme continues to reduce the other to lesclavage while burning the earth behind him.
As the blood flowed on the large meadows, adorned a sad irony permeates the prose writer. From lentame, under the good auspices of lHomme Museum, morality dissolves in the evocative aware of these blessed times and originating men quon now called "first". To better move away from the "primitive" civilized violence of our conquests?
In each of his works, recalls Eric Vuillard documents cruelty. The pain is concentrated in a picture, an object collection or museum. Memory, fetishism, historical document, or morbid curiosity, the border is slim. Here the author recalls the miraculous little orphan, sole survivor of the massacre at Wounded Knee, purchased for the show and eventually sold and adopted without quon knows more. Linnocence victims sharpens memory lignominie unscrupulous perpetrators.
And now, in this "Sadness of the earth", there are passages of pure happiness and sweet poetry:
"Suddenly Buffalo Bill thought he saw something, a little thrill to the surface of the world. Cétaient whales. They followed the boat for hours, indifferent, then lost sight of them. It was beautiful, the ship glided over the water, imperturbable; we were the masters of life. Buffalo Bill was standing at the front and the air was swell his cheeks like sil would blow into a flute, similar to Manet kid with his circus coat and baggy trousers. "
Among the tasty digressions, it is dincroyables. Impossible not to smile incredulous lighter anecdotes. But time lamusement past, they call up the truth, accusing once again the absurdity and stupidity of the victors.
"Some Indian Horse Rangers revolve around screaming like Buffalo Bill taught them to do so. they slam their palm on their mouth, Whou! Whou! Whou! And it makes a kind of wild cry, inhuman. But this battle cry they pushed lont or in the Great Plains or Canada or anywhere dailleurs this is a pure invention of Buffalo Bill. "
If the style Deric Vuillard is in correspondence with her. His epic crosses our soul as the wind swept the major Indian grasslands. Without fear of rehashing, author abuse by using long evocations of "us" participatory. Short sentences punctuate the narrative and slamming like these twists of fate, nature or fate, which bousculeraient victims unable to escape from their tormentor. Lusage the "on" also installs the player in the front row of the show. It thus goes back in time, in mid-witness amazed, half-disgusted.
And despite the insatiable need to show, sépuisent time, great men disappear and the circus finally turning.
But if you've always wondered, how did Wilson Bentley, the first snowflake photographer, who as every knows, melt very quickly to fix the fragile truth, I can not advise you reading this magnificent against oblivion.
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