It suggests a hopeless ignorance of the force of Duras.
At first, Duras' thou A rather slight piece containing what appears to be some of the thoughts floating about in Duras' head on the subject of writing, circa The erotic charge between her and the older Chinese lover in Saigon seems like art, scenes that bloomed on paper.
It has taken me twenty years to write what I just said. Marcel Proust, whom Duras admired a great deal and reread habitually, modelled the compelling and ridiculous Baron de Charlus on Robert de Montesquiou, of Gascony.
These are just words? My surprise makes one of these men, the film director Barbet Schroeder, laugh. A myth, then.Around here there were only family farms. To be without the slightest subject for a book, the slightest idea for a book, is to find yourself, once again, before a book. Must transcend. Because I have found myself in a hole? And then I began to love it. Solitude is created alone. In the list of the inhabitants' last names and their first names and their professions, there were never any writers. I carried it with me. In part, this is because speech and writing are in some sense the same thing with Duras. To begin with, one must ask oneself what the silence surrounding one is — with practically every step one takes in a house, at every moment of the day, in every kind of light, whether light from outside or from lamps lit in daytime.
And fairy tale, too, of course. But every writer aspires to have some margin of original power, a patterning and order that comes to them as a gift bestowed, and is sent to no one else. I will stop being afraid.
I will stand up. Conclusion: The heroine has a very complicated psychological portrait. It was as if he loved the pain, loved it as he'd loved me, intensely, unto death perhaps, and as if he preferred it now to me" DurasMust transcend. The heroine acts very man-like and is rather masculine in her attitude towards the man she is having a relationship with. A lot of things happened to Marguerite Duras. From the light reflecting off the pond. I think: Why do you — why do we — do it? Mythology of myself? The novel is very dramatic and reveals the importance to speak out feelings, it challenges the existing relationship stereotypes. I carried it with me. Conclusion: The heroine has a very complicated psychological portrait. This house became the house of writing. It is a love story without any real continuation but with millions of them in the head of each of the lovers. I asked the mayor, my neighbors, the shopkeepers. The lover bathes her, dries her, carries her to the bed. It's the unknown in oneself, one's head, one's body.