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A dying that never ends
Laurent Gaudé For only procession, Actes Sud, 2012. [quoted as PSC]
Laurent Gaudé Le Tigre bleu de l'Euphrate, Actes Sud, 2002, German translation by Margret Millischer.
Laurent Gaudé La mort du roi Tsongor, Actes Sud, 2002, German translation by Angela Wagner, dtv, 2004.
The historical Alexander (356–323 BC), son of Philip II of Macedon and student of Aristotle, ascended the throne at the age of twenty, tamed the horse Bucephalus according to legend, crushed the Persian Empire of Darius III in a campaign lasting over ten years (the battles of the Granicus, Issus and Gaugamela, the siege of Tyre, the sack of Persepolis), had himself proclaimed son of Ammon in Siwa, Egypt, advanced via Bactria (marriage to Roxana) as far as India at the Hyphasis River, where his exhausted army forced a retreat, and died of a fever in Babylon at the age of thirty-three – a conqueror who measured himself against Achilles and Homer, lost his companion and presumed lover Hephaestion, and left behind an empire without a clear succession, which his generals (the Diadochi) immediately tore apart. Of all this, Gaudé only evokes fleeting fragments, which he allows to seep into the death chamber like echoes: the defeat of Darius and his daughter (Drypteis), Roxana, Macedonia, the Indus and distant India with Chandragupta, the dead companion Hephaestion, the deification inherent in the word "dieu," keywords such as Issus, Tyre, Persepolis, Opis. However, almost all the glorifying events that would constitute a historical novel remain explicitly omitted or merely hinted at: childhood and education by Aristotle and Bucephalus, the great battles and their course, the Oracle of Siwa, the assassination plots and purges, the entire mechanics of the conquest. This very silence is intentional – Gaudé strips the historical hero's biography of its chain of deeds and retains only the naked, dying body and the echo of a life, because he is not interested in the conqueror, but in the moment when the man of history becomes the voice of legend.
A historical subject of such renown as the death of Alexander confronts every storyteller with the question of whether to reconstruct or transform—and Gaudé chooses transformation by setting his narrative not in the battles of life, but in the extended threshold of dying, thus creating a mythical space from the factual. The central thesis of this essay is that PSC elevates Alexander's corpse to the true protagonist: the dead body becomes the symbol around which all desires revolve, the pledge of power, and the material upon which the novel's fundamental question is decided—whether man belongs to history (to the generals, to power, to possessions) or to legend (to the voice, to the wind, to memory). From this arise the guiding questions of the investigation: With which genre-poetic means—the polyphonic, dramatically structured form, the epic tone, the mythical exaggeration—does Gaudé dissolve the historical novel into a tragedy of voices? How is the constellation of characters organized around the axis of desire and fidelity, of male conquest and female preservation, and what role does the invention of the Dryptéis play in this? How do the parallel narrative threads (the dying, the journey of the Dryptéis, the messenger from India, the conflict of the Diadochi) intertwine to form a single, dynamic image, and how do space (Babylon, mountain temple, desert, Ganges), time (the drawn-out dying versus the depth of memory), and the semantic fields of body, wind, hunger, and saffron relate to one another? And finally: To what extent does the novel contain the recurring question, "To whom do you belong, Alexander?" 1 a unique poetics of storytelling as that power which wrests the dead from history and hands them over to legend?
Laurent Gaudé's novel PSC (Actes Sud, 2012) begins at the moment of collapse, during the Babylonian feast, "amidst music and laughter." 2A first spasm, unnoticed by anyone, runs through Alexander the Great; the guests continue to laugh. From this tiny, overlooked crack, the novel develops the death of the world conqueror, which stretches over days and fills the entire book. As Alexander is struck down by fever, a battle begins for his still-breathing, then dead being, a battle no longer against him, but against his body.
Au premier spasme, personne ne remarque rien et ceux qui l'entourent rient encore. It is a movement of the épaules, à peine, comme pour se protector d'un coup invisible, a gesture infime qui se perd dans la cohue du banquet, il se plie légèrement en deux et porte la main à son ventre. La douleur est si aiguë qu'elle le tétanise pendant quelques secondes mais avant qu'il ne crie, avant qu'il n'ait même le temps d'avoir peur, elle disparaît. The musique autour de lui is de plus en plus forte, capharnaüm de rires, de flutes et de tambours. Il reprend son souffle. Il a senti, dans ses entrailles, this chose naissante – comme un affectaissement du corps, mais la douleur est passée si vite qu'il en reste étonné. Il relève la tête, constate qu'autour de lui tous les convives continuent à rire sans que personne n'ait rien remarqué, et demande alors à ce qu'on le reserve.
Laurent Gaudé Pour seul cortilège
At the first spasm, no one notices, and the onlookers are still laughing. He shrugs almost imperceptibly, as if trying to protect himself from an invisible blow—a tiny gesture lost in the throng of the banquet. He leans forward slightly and places his hand on his stomach. The pain is so sharp that it paralyzes him for a few seconds, but before he can cry out, before he even has time to feel fear, it vanishes. The music around him grows louder, a cacophony of laughter, flutes, and drums. He catches his breath. He had felt that stirring sensation in his gut—like his body giving way—but the pain has passed so quickly that he is astonished. He lifts his head, notices that all the guests around him are still laughing without anyone having noticed, and then asks for another helping.
The novel opens with death as a tiny, invisible sign—a “geste infime” lost in the noise of the celebration. The discrepancy between the inner catastrophe and the outward revelry (“tous les convives continuent à rire”) creates tragic irony: the reader knows what the revelers do not suspect. It is significant that the most powerful man in the world is not named, but only introduced as “il”; his greatness is irrelevant in the moment of agony, leaving only the vulnerable body, the “entrailles,” the “chose naissante.” The final gesture—having his drink refilled—is a defiant denial and simultaneously seals the fateful end. The entire novel is contained within this seed: dying as the slow unfolding of what begins here unnoticed.
Meanwhile, far from Babylon, a young woman is torn from her hiding place: Dryptéis, daughter of the Persian king Darius, defeated by Alexander, has retreated to a remote mountain temple in Arien to "step out of time". 3to relinquish her name and live in peace with her child. But a rider approaches, and against her pleas, the priests open the gate: "It is Alexander's will." 4She is summoned one last time to the side of the man who vanquished her father. At the same time, a messenger, Tarkilias, arrives from the depths of India, bearing a message from King Chandragupta.
With Alexander's death, the real conflict erupts: His generals – Perdiccas, Ptolemy, and Seleucus – fear the end, yet simultaneously prepare for succession and vie for the inheritance. Above all, they fight over the body itself, for whoever possesses Alexander's body possesses his legitimacy. Ptolemy realizes that true power lies not in the treasures of Susa or Babylon, but in the slow funeral procession of the mourning women around the corpse; he steals the body and takes it to Egypt, to Memphis, to establish a dynasty. Thus begins the "Battle for a Body." 5, while a doctor, Glaukos, is crucified for his alleged failure.
The novel culminates in a mythical resolution. Dryptéis, who attends to the dying Alexander, becomes the guardian of his afterlife. In a final, dreamlike image, Tarkilia's messenger carries an urn containing Alexander's ashes through a hail of arrows on the Ganges; struck down by mounted enemies, he hurls it, even as he falls, against the highest branches of a tree. The urn shatters, Alexander's spirit is dispersed and carried by the wind across unknown worlds. Only his voice remains, filling Dryptéis—the voice of the one who, it is said, "became the man who does not know how to die." 6. PSC is therefore less a historical novel about Alexander than a meditation on the moment when a person transitions from history into legend.

PSC is not Gaudé's first novel about the death of a powerful person: Already La mort du roi Tsongor (2002, Prix Goncourt des lycéens) has a king die on the eve of his triumph—the wedding of his daughter Samilia—and makes his funeral the central focus of the book. Both novels share the basic pattern that not the action-packed life, but death and the restless body of the ruler drive the plot: Tsongor has himself killed to avoid witnessing the approaching war and sends his son Souba to find him “seven secret and magnificent tombs.” 7 to build, because he knows of no place where he could rest. However, where Tsongor is a fictional king in a timeless, mythical geography, he works For only procession with the historical figure of Alexander – thus shifting the same motif from pure myth to the borderland between history and legend. What both share is the image of the corpse that finds no rest because the living claim it for their own purposes.

Gaudé's theatrical monologue Le Tigre bleu de l'Euphrate (Theater monologue, 2002) and his novel PSC (2012) are twin works based on the same material: both begin in Alexander's death chamber in Babylon, both transform the world conqueror's fevered death not into a historical tableau but into an inner, liminal experience, and both end with a view of the distant Ganges as an unfulfilled desire. However, form sharply divides them. The Tigre bleu It is a single, undivided monologue: Alexander speaks himself, from the very first line, and addresses his speech to personified death, "la mort," whom he invites to listen to him – "Yes, I am dying." 8“He begins,” he says, demanding nothing but silence to recount his life story one last time. The later PSC dissects this single voice into a complex tapestry of voices: the solitary monologue becomes the polyphony of generals, Dryptéis, and messengers; the dying Alexander is no longer the sole speaker, but the focal point of a chorus, and his “I” returns only in the mythical conclusion, when his spirit is carried on the wind across the Ganges. The monologue provides, as it were, the core that the novel unfolds ten years later—the confession of the individual becomes the tragedy of the many.
In the center of the Tigre bleu The eponymous image stands: the blue tiger with its lapis lazuli fur, which Alexander once glimpsed on the Euphrates and pursued without ever capturing it – the epitome of unquenchable desire, that "inner thirst that nothing can seal" which drove him ever onward. He interprets his letting of the animal as his true failure as he dies: "I failed," he confesses, for not death, but the unfulfilled desire is his tragedy; he dies "the man who dies and disappears with his thirst." PSC adopts precisely this motif of unavailable desire, but shifts the point: While the Alexander of the monologue perishes from his longing and disappears "naked as at birth," the Alexander of the novel becomes immortal precisely by losing his body—the shattered urn, the wind that reaches the Ganges, which Tiger Alexander could only mourn. Where the earlier text conceives of death as the final extinguishing of the thirsty one, the later one transforms the same desire into a continued existence as a voice and a legend: The "man who disappears with his thirst" becomes the "man who does not know how to die." Thus, PSC reads like the epic answer to the tragic question posed by the Tigre bleu left open the question of whether the boundless desire would only destroy man or carry him beyond death.
From historical subject matter to a tragedy of voices
PSC bears the genre designation "novel," but the blueprint is that of a tragedy. As in Hurricane The playwright Gaudé reveals himself in the form: The novel is divided into eleven titled parts – from “Dance in Babylon” 9 about “Battle for a Body” 10 up to "Chandragupta"—which are organized like acts and scenes. Within these sections, the text rapidly juxtaposes the characters' voices, often in the same paragraph, creating a continuous polyphony. The opening already demonstrates this principle: in three abruptly successive blocks, Alexander appears at the banquet, then Dryptéis in the distant mountain temple, then Alexander again drinking. The authorial overview of the classic historical novel is absent; in its place is the scenic juxtaposition of perspectives.
A characteristic feature is the shift in narrative perspective between an observing third person and an interposed inner "I." The characters appear at times as speakers of their own monologues, whose speech is marked not by quotation marks, but solely by changes in tense and person. Thus, Dryptéis suddenly speaks in the first person in the temple: "I, Dryptéis, daughter of the centuries, I throw myself to my knees." 11This formula, which refers to Josephine's self-designation in Hurricane The recollection marks the transition from the narrated to the speaking character. The novel is thus less a report than a chorus of lamenters, in which each voice bemoans its fate and comments on Alexander's death.
In the following excerpt, far from Babylon, Drypteis, daughter of the Persian king Darius, defeated by Alexander, has fled to a mountain temple in Arien. When a rider approaches to bring her back to Alexander, she throws herself down before the priests and implores them not to open the gate.
Moi, Dryptéis, fille des siècles, I met the Genoux and I asked you: n'ouvrez pas. Protégez-moi. Criez par-dessus la porte au visitoreur, qui qu'il soit, que vous ne me laisserez pas partir une seconde fois. You're saving: you're in the right place to live in peace, the world and everything. Je veux être hors du temps. Avec mon enfant, soul. This venue is for nothing plus the girl of Darius. J'ai quitté ma sœur - épouse d'Alexandre - and j'ai eu la force de le faire parce qu'en abandonnant mon nom, je m'éloignais de la défaite et du deuil. Je vous en supplie. Je suis à vos pieds. I don't have anything to say about what's going on.
Laurent Gaudé For only procession
I, Dryptéis, daughter of centuries, kneel and beg you: Do not open. Protect me. Call out to the visitor, whoever he may be, across the door that you will not let me leave a second time. You know: I came here to live in peace, far from the world and everything. I wish to be outside of time. With my child, alone. I came here to no longer be the daughter of Darius. I left my sister—the wife of Alexander—and I had the strength to do so because, by renouncing my name, I distanced myself from defeat and sorrow. I implore you. I lie at your feet. Do not hand me over to those who come.
This passage marks the transition from the narrated figure to the speaking character: The inserted "Moi, Dryptéis, fille des siècles" is a speech act of self-assertion that simultaneously names the full tragedy of her situation. Dryptéis's desire to be "hors du temps" and "seule," to shed her name, is an attempt to step out of history—out of defeat, grief, and dynastic duty. The anaphora ("Je suis venue ici…") and the short, pleading sentences give the speech the rhythm of prayer. But her plea is in vain, and therein lies its significance: No one escapes the pull of events. The woman who wants to withdraw from history becomes the only one who ultimately controls Alexander's afterlife—her refusal is transformed into a higher destiny.
Gaudé's characteristically epic tone elevates the events beyond the historical. His language employs long, anaphorically layered periods, repetition, and incantation, until the prose transitions into a rhythmic recitative. The publisher's blurb precisely defines the program: the characters are sent on a "final journey" that "liberates them from history and opens up to them the infinity of legend." 12This movement from history to legend is the fundamental method of genre poetry. Gaudé is not interested in the dating of the Wars of the Diadochi, but in the archetypal process: the death of the greatest, the disintegration of an empire, the transformation of a body into a myth. New Orleans was in Hurricane to the exemplary city on the water; Babylon here becomes the exemplary place of the end, the funeral procession the archetypal image of transient power.
Axes of male desire and female preservation
The characters in the novel are arranged according to a clear contrast. On one side are the generals, whose relationship to Alexander is defined by a lust for power. Ptolemy most sharply articulates the logic of this lust when he realizes that legitimacy hinges on the corpse: "its power lies there, in the slow procession of the mourning women surrounding the body... it will be mine." 13The dead man becomes an object to be possessed; the generals, as the novel itself says, are in danger of being like "dogs who have sadly torn each other to pieces." 14, to go down in history. Perdiccas, Seleucus, and especially Ptolemy embody power as theft.
Ptolemy was the first to realize that true legitimacy depended not on army and treasures, but on the dead body. He decided to steal the corpse and gave the order to attack the funeral procession.
The laissez-faire derrière is like a thing without importance. Il est aveugle. The force is not in the cavalry that leads Séleucos. Sa force n'est pas dans les trésors de Suse or de Babylone, ni dans l'étendue de son territoire, sa force est là, dans le cortège lent des pleureuses qui entourent la dépouille et a repris sa marche avec obstination. Je le sais, moi. Je serre les poings et le répète: elle sera à moi. Alors, je l'ordonne à ceux qui m'entourent: Chargez !… Ventre à terre ! Ne laissez personne vous arrêter! Chargez! Et ramenez-moi Alexandre!
Laurent Gaudé For only procession
He has dismissed it as something insignificant. He is blind. His strength does not lie in the cavalry Seleucus leads. His strength does not lie in the treasures of Susa or Babylon, nor in the vastness of his empire; his strength lies there, in the slow procession of mourners surrounding the corpse, stubbornly continuing on their way. I know it. I clench my fists and repeat: She will be mine. So I command those around me: Attack! ... To the ground! Let no one stop you! Attack! And bring Alexander back to me!
Here the novel formulates its political thesis: power is not material, but symbolic; it resides in the body of the dead king. The anaphoric negation ("His force is not... His force is not...") progresses from the concrete means of power (cavalry, treasures, territory) to the paradoxical insight that strength lies in the slow, seemingly defenseless funeral procession of the mourning women. The shift from the inner monologue ("I know it, I do") to the shouted command ("Chargez!") stages desire as violence: the dead man becomes prey, taken "ventre à terre" (bellied to earth). In this desire to possess the body lies the blindness of the generals—"He is blind" ultimately applies to them all, for what is truly Alexander, his spirit, cannot be seized.
On the other side stands Drypteis, the only figure whose relationship to Alexander is defined not by possessions, but by a reluctant, ultimately accepted loyalty. As the daughter of the defeated Darius and sister of Alexander's wife, she is historically a marginal figure; Gaudé elevates her to the generals' true antagonist. Her motives run counter to theirs: while the men seek to seize the body, she becomes the guardian of the spirit. A third group consists of the messengers and strangers—the physician Glaucus, who is crucified for Alexander's death, the Indian messenger Tarkilias, and the distant King Chandragupta—who open the empire's horizon to the east, to the unknown. Hovering above all is the absent lover Hephaestion, whose death Alexander, like Drypteis, carries with him as an unquenchable grief.
Hephaestion is a figure who is consistently absent in the novel, yet precisely because of this absence, he is omnipresent – a dead man who connects the two main characters and encapsulates the central themes of the book. For Alexander, he is the lost doppelgänger, "the only one who truly resembled him, the only one who could have succeeded him." 15, for whom he wept for three days and nights; in his feverish hallucination, Hephaestion returns as the first of his dead companions and sets the rhythm for Alexander's death dance, so that his death foreshadows and mirrors Alexander's own death – the love for Hephaestion is the human flip side of the conqueror who possessed everything except what he loved most. At the same time, through a narrative shift, Hephaestion is the deceased husband of Dryptéis, thus moving her from a marginal figure to the center of the novel: dying, he gave her the command, "Always stay by Alexander's side, only he can protect you." 16And this sentence becomes the leitmotif that determines all of Dryptéis's actions and binds her to the sarcophagus as "the only fixed point" in a crumbling world. Hephaestion thus embodies the fundamental theme of loyalty and mourning: Dryptéis is the eternal mourner, "mourning woman for her father, then for Hephaestion, and for Alexander." 17And her child, explicitly not fathered by Hephaestion, is her secret victory over an order that tolerates women only as bearers of dynastic heirs. The circle closes at the moment when she finally speaks his name and the dying Alexander thanks her "that his brother's sacred name is spoken at the moment of his disappearance": Hephaestion is the bond between the man who cannot die and the woman who consigns him to legend—the absent axis around which love, fidelity, and the continuation of life in the word revolve.
In the following excerpt, the personal physician Glaucus is led away to be crucified; he begs the officer Tarkilias for mercy. Tarkilias carries out the order without a word, reflecting on the fate of all who served Alexander.
Il se tourne en tous sens et supplie: “Tarkilias !… Tarkilias !…” Lui, ne répond pas. Glaucos continue: "Tarkilias! Par pitié... Ce sont les dieux qui ont voulu qu'il meure!" Tarkilias ne bouge toujours pas. The doctor will return the order to the palace and the crucifier. Il le fera. Peu importent les cris de Glaucos et ses suppliques. The pense qu'au fond, c'est peut-être ce qu'ils devraient tous faire, ceux qui ont servi et accompagné Alexandre: s'immoler, là, maintenant, pour disparaître avec lui. What life is there plus maintenant qu'il est mort?…
Laurent Gaudé For only procession
He turns this way and that, pleading, “Tarkilias! … Tarkilias! …” Tarkilias doesn't answer. Glaucus continues, “Tarkilias! For God's sake… It was the gods who willed his death!” Tarkilias still doesn't move. He has received orders to take the doctor behind the palace and crucify him. He will do it. Glaucus's cries and pleas mean nothing to him. He thinks that, in essence, perhaps this is what all of them who served and accompanied Alexander should do: sacrifice themselves here and now, to disappear with him. What is left for them to live for, now that he is dead?…
The scene shows how the king's death triggers a chain reaction of violence. Glaucus's desperate plea that the death was divine will is met with silence from the executioner—the truth doesn't matter, only the need for a scapegoat. But Tarkilias's thought opens a deeper dimension: The question "Que vivront-ils de plus maintenant qu'il est mort?" makes it clear that Alexander's death renders the lives of all those around him meaningless. The desire to sacrifice oneself "pour disparaître avec lui" articulates the temptation to follow the greater one into death. The passage reflects the novel's central question—to whom does one belong—as an existential void: Whoever has completely bound their life to another has no life without them.
The contrast between the characters is gendered. The male world is that of conquest, war, and seizure: The generals lead cavalry, command the attack – “Storm! … Bring me Alexander!” 18 —and view the dead as prey. This masculinity is driven and ultimately blind; Ptolemy calls his rival Perdiccas "blind". 19, but the greed for the body blinds everyone to what remains unavailable in Alexander.
The feminine world, embodied by Dryptéis and the mourning women (the "pleureuses"), is that of preservation, grief, and transition. Dryptéis carries the child, she comforts the dying man, and she is the one who ultimately consigns his ashes to the eternal cycle. The novel elevates this position: not the general who seizes the empire, but the woman who entrusts the dead to memory ultimately triumphs. In the final vision, it is Dryptéis who "threw a handful of saffron powder at each of us so that we might escape the ravenousness of the gods." 20The woman's ritual gesture triumphs over the man's warlike gesture; preserving is more powerful than possessing.
Four lines of movement
The novel follows four lines of movement, all converging on the dying, then dead, body of Alexander. The first is the dying process itself, the inner stage of the fevered bed in Babylon. The second is the Drypteis' forced journey from the mountain temple back into the world, at Alexander's side. The third is the westward journey of the messenger Tarkilias from India, which forms a counter-movement from the east. The fourth is the generals' dispute, which, after his death, culminates in the theft and battle over the corpse. These strands are initially spatially separated, but converge structurally because their common vanishing point is the body.
What is striking is the paradoxical direction of the movement. While Alexander traveled from west to east during his lifetime, the movement reverses in his death: his body is torn westward from Babylon to Egypt, while at the same time the mythical final vision strives back eastward to the Ganges. The novel thus describes not a linear, but a circular narrative, in which conquest and funeral procession are mirrored. After the convergence in the struggle over the body, the structure opens up again into the vastness: the ashes disperse, the spirit spreads across the world. From the single point of the corpse, there ultimately arises boundless dispersion.
A closed refuge and the boundless expanse of the empire
The spaces in the novel are organized according to the contrast between confinement and expansiveness. The first pole is the enclosed sanctuary: the mountain temple in Arien, to which Dryptéis has retreated, a “hanging temple.” 21, where “only silence and forgetting prevail” 22It was here that she fled, to step outside of time and history. The sickroom in Babylon belongs to the same type, the darkened chamber where Alexander died and into which the world penetrated only as the noise of the banquet and knocking at the door. These enclosed spaces are places of truth, where the essential—dying, mourning, transition—takes place.
The second pole is the boundless expanse of the empire: the plain of Arien, the desert traversed by the funeral procession, the "endless rivers" 23 and finally the Ganges with the distant city of Patalipoutra, whose walls "like a spire of stone" 24 have been worked on. This space is that of history and power, but also of legend. The corpse wanders between these two poles: from the closed chamber out into the vastness of the contested territory, from Babylon to Memphis. The spatial structure thus carries the novel's fundamental question: Does Alexander belong in the enclosed space of preservation or in the open expanse of conflict – and in the end, the shattered spirit transcends both by "embracing" the entire space with its gaze.
The moment of death and eternity
The narrative structure follows the same principle of tension. The narrated time is extremely short—the few days of Alexander's agony and the immediately following days of conflict—yet the narrated duration is stretched and interspersed with memory. The dying, which begins with a "first spasm" 25 The story begins with meticulous slowing down; the moment the illness takes hold of the body fills pages. This stretching lends tragic grandeur to the physiological process, making it the threshold where past and future converge.
The final vision completely transcends historical time. Dryptéis sees what lies outside chronology – the “army of the dead.” 26 and the five horsemen of Gandhara, who “perish in mid-race” 27Alexander's voice speaks from a beyond of time, "in the happy heart of time, where seconds are infinite." 28The time of history, in which one dies and passes away, is superseded by the time of legend, in which one endures. The moment of death expands into eternity – and therein lies the transition from human being to myth.
Body and hunger, wind and saffron
The novel is permeated by a few, densely woven imagery. The central image is the body: the corpse, the "mortal shell." 29, around which everything revolves, the body as a pledge of power and at the same time as decaying matter. The realm of hunger and gluttony is linked to it: The gods “are hungry.” 30, and the priests feed them with saffron, “so that they do not cry out at night” 31The same voraciousness characterizes the generals, who "tear each other apart". 32 and want to devour the dead. The body is threatened with being eaten by this voracité – by the worms, the gods, history.
This is contrasted by two saving images. The first is saffron, the precious spice with which the priests satiate the gods and with which Dryptéis ultimately scatters the dead to free them from divine greed. Saffron is the symbol of the ritual that releases the body from the cycle of consumption. The second is the wind, into which Alexander's ashes ultimately transform: "the urn is broken and the wind blows." 33The wind, which was already in Hurricane The central metaphor, then, is the image of transcendence, of the dissolution of the single body into an all-pervading presence. The metaphor thus leads from the closed, threatened body, through the preserving ritual, to the liberating dispersal in the wind – this is the movement of the entire novel in imagery.
Transition from history to legend
Storytelling as power
The novel's self-reflection lies in its central, refrain-like recurring question: "To whom do you belong, Alexander?" 34This question is the book's poetics. It is initially posed as a question of power—to whom does the body belong, who inherits the empire—and in this respect, the generals answer with the sword. But in the end, Alexander himself answers it differently: He belongs to "my companions, who have galloped across the plain, and to the eternity that opens before me." 35The question of ownership is transformed into a question of belonging to the legend. The dead person does not belong to the one who possesses their body, but to the one who continues to tell their story.
Here the autopoetological dimension becomes tangible. Dryptéis receives a task at the end, which is also the narrator's task: "You will tell them, Dryptéis." 36She, the only one to have witnessed the army of the dead and the downfall of the horsemen, is to be both witness and narrator. She becomes the figure of the poet, preserving what happened in language and thus immortalizing the dead. The novel implicitly asserts that storytelling is the power stronger than that of the generals: while power robs the body and buries it in Memphis, the word saves the spirit and gives it to the wind. In this sense, PSC is a novel about storytelling as a victory over death.
Between ancient epic and oriental myth
The novel is deeply rooted in tradition without being historicist. The subject matter itself evokes ancient epic and the Alexander legend; the title "Pour seul cortège" – "as the only escort" – conjures the epic tradition of the funeral procession and, in contrast, the loneliness of the dying man, whose magnificent funeral procession lacks true companionship. The topos of the world conqueror dying at the height of his power connects the book to Gaudé's own work, particularly with La mort du roi Tsongor, the novel about the death of a king whose funeral becomes a conflict; PSC appears like its historically inverted sister.
Intermedially and interculturally, the novel opens up horizons to the East. The Indian world – Chandragupta, the Maurya ruler, the city of Patalipoutra, the riders of Gandhara, the "Towers of Silence" 37 The Zoroastrian burial tradition connects Greek-Macedonian tradition with Persian and Indian myth. Saffron, the gods who must be nourished, the idea of the transmigration of souls on the wind: all of this anchors the subject in an overarching, almost mythological sphere, in which the historical figure of Alexander becomes a universal image of humanity rebelling against death. Finally, the dedication to the publishers Françoise Nyssen and Jean-Paul Capitani states, "at the heart of the books, the possible path to solace." 38, openly names the comforting, anti-death function that the novel ascribes to literature itself.
Conclusion
Comparing the beginning and the end reveals the book's architecture as a path from extreme constriction to extreme expansiveness. At the beginning is the tiny, overlooked crack: "At the first spasm, no one notices anything, and those around him are still laughing." 39Death begins as a barely perceptible gesture within a single body, enveloped by the noise of the banquet, unnoticed by all. This is the ultimate concentration: a point in a man's abdomen that no one sees.
In the end, this point transformed into boundless scattering. The body shattered, turned to ash, the urn smashed, and Alexander's spirit "encompasses everything and disperses." 40Only the voice remains, filling Dryptéis and wafting across the Ganges. From the enclosed, dying body, an all-pervading presence has emerged; from the silence of the unnoticed convulsion, the voice that speaks "your names" 41 He names it and does not fall silent. The novel thus completes, in its arc from beginning to end, precisely the movement that is its program: from body to wind, from story to legend, from death to immortality. The "man who does not know how to die" is ultimately no longer a body, but a voice.
To draw a comparison with Gaudé's novel La mort du roi Tsongor To return to this point, now as a difference: Both novels construct a tomb of language for the dead king, but Tsongor's seven graves remain empty and secret, monuments to a guilt that never rests, while Alexander's urn shatters at the end and his spirit is scattered across the world by the wind. Where Tsongor disappears into the earth and his son is burdened by the impossible task of burial, Alexander detaches himself from the grave altogether—from the "cercueil" from which Dryptéis rescued him—and becomes a disembodied, all-pervading voice. The earlier novel ends with the image of burial, the later one with the image of transcendence; the mythical closes, the legendary opens. It is precisely this contrast that reveals PSC's continuation of the question that has preoccupied Gaudé since Tsongor—how a dead man lives on—from the answer of the stone to the answer of the wind and the word.
In the mythical final vision, Tarkilia's messenger carries Alexander's ashes through a hail of arrows on the Ganges. Mortally wounded, he hurls the urn against the branches of a tree as it falls. It shatters, and Alexander's spirit is scattered by the wind; only his voice remains, filling Dryptéis:
The urn is brise against the branches and the spirit of Alexandre embrasse tout, porté par le vent, il ne reste plus que la voix d'Alexandre, elle l'entend, elle laisse l'emplir, il lui semble qu'elle tourne autour d'elle, Je vois allout, le vent court sur l'armée ennemie, le sens-tu, Dryptéis ? Il dépasse les lignes d'éléphants et voit Chandragupta, Je vais plus loin encore, le vent souffle, Je vois the cité de Pâtalipoutra, Écoute, Dryptéis, elle a bien cinq cent soixante-dix tours, et ses murailles sont si travaillées que l'on dirait une dentelle de pierre, Je vois tout et me disperse, mes ennemis n'y peuvent rien, je suis sur eux dorénavant, À qui appartiens-tu, Alexandre ? À vous, mes compagnons, qui me ressemblez, à vous mes rêves lointains que je n'ai pas réalisés mais qui m'ont porté, À toi, Dryptéis, qui m'as sauvé de mon cercueil…
Laurent Gaudé For only procession
The urn shatters against the branches, and Alexander's mind takes in everything; carried by the wind, only Alexander's voice remains. She hears it, lets it fill her; it seems to her as if it circles around her. "I see everything, the wind sweeps over the enemy army—do you feel it, Drypteis?" He crosses the ranks of elephants and sees Chandragupta. I go further, the wind blows. I see the city of Pataliputra. Listen, Drypteis, it has some 570 towers, and its walls are so intricately crafted that one could mistake them for the work of stone lace. I see everything and scatter myself; my enemies can do nothing about it, I am now above them. To whom do you belong, Alexander? To you, my companions who are like me, to you, my distant dreams that I have not realized but that have sustained me, to you, Drypteis, who rescued me from my coffin…
The ending completes the novel's programmatic movement: from body to wind, from history to legend. The shattering of the urn is not a loss, but liberation—the enclosed corpse, over which the generals fought, dissolves into an all-pervading presence that "embrasses everything." The dissolution of sentence boundaries, the commas instead of periods, the merging of the narrator's voice and Alexander's "I," allow language itself to become wind, which knows no bounds. The recurring question, "To whom do you belong, Alexandre?" is finally answered here: not to the generals who stole his body, but to his companions, his unfulfilled dreams, and Dryptéis, who saved him "from my circle." The conqueror, who could not fully possess the world, now possesses it as a gaze and a voice—"the man who does not know how to die." In this way, the novel answers its own poetics: What remains is not the body, but the word that carries it on.
PSC is a novel that transforms the historical subject of Alexander's death into the stage for a tragedy of transition, where not the conqueror's life, but the threshold of his dying and the afterlife of his body are the true events. Gaudé combines a dramatically structured, polyphonic form with an epic tone that transposes the factual into the mythical; he groups his characters around the contrast between conquering desire and preserving loyalty, between masculine grasp and feminine ritual; and he organizes space, time, and metaphor around the tension between confinement and expansiveness, between the locked body and the dissipating wind. The social and ethical point—that the power that steals the corpse is poorer than the voice that preserves the spirit—is conveyed through images rather than theses. The thesis of this essay is thus confirmed: Alexander's corpse is the secret protagonist, the symbol around which the fundamental question "To whom do you belong, Alexander?" is addressed. 42 The novel decides, and its answer is that the dead man belongs neither to the generals nor to history, but to legend and those who continue to tell his story. Thus, PSC ultimately proves to be a poetics manifesto: a book about literature as the power that rescues humanity from the voraciousness of gods and time.
This article is written in German and can be found at https://rentree.de. Automatic translations into English and French are available. English, French.
Notes- “À qui appartiens-tu, Alexandre?”>>>
- “Around the milieu of music and races”>>>
- “être hors du temps”>>>
- “C’est la volonté d’Alexandre”>>>
- “bataille pour un corps”>>>
- “L'homme qui ne sait pas mourir”>>>
- “sept tombeaux secrets and somptueux”>>>
- “Oui, je meurs”>>>
- “Danse, à Babylone”>>>
- "Battle for a body">>>
- “Moi, Dryptéis, fille des siècles, je me mets à genoux”>>>
- “This is the ultimate voyage to the history of history, which leads to the end of the legend.”>>>
- “Sa force est là, dans le cortège lent des pleureuses qui entourent la dépouille… elle sera à moi”>>>
- “des chiens qui se sont tristement entre-dévorés”>>>
- “Le seul à lui ressembler véritablement, le seul qui aurait pu lui succéder”>>>
- “Restes toujours auprès d'Alexandre, lui seul te protecta”>>>
- “Pleureuse de son père d'abord, puis d'Hephaestion et d'Alexandre”>>>
- “Chargez!… Ramenez-moi Alexandre!”>>>
- “aveugle”>>>
- “Quie as jeté sur chacun d'entre nous une poignée de poudre de saffron pour que nous échappions à la voracité des Dieux”>>>
- “temple suspendu”>>>
- “Ne règnent que le silence et l'oubli”>>>
- “Les Fleuves Interminables”>>>
- “une dentelle de pierre”>>>
- “premier spasme”>>>
- "l'armée des morts">>>
- “périr en pleine course”>>>
- “In the hearts of the times or the seconds, the infinities”>>>
- “dépouille”>>>
- “ont faim”>>>
- “pour qu'ils ne crient pas la nuit”>>>
- “s’entre-dévorent”>>>
- “The urn is cassée and the vent souffle”>>>
- “À qui appartiens-tu, Alexandre?”>>>
- “À my companions lanced au galop in the plaine and at the éternité qui s'ouvre devant moi”>>>
- “Tu leur diras, Dryptéis”>>>
- "tour de silence">>>
- “Au cœur des livres, la voie possible d'un récomfort”>>>
- “Au premier spasme, personne ne remarque rien et ceux qui l'entourent rient encore”>>>
- “j'enveloppe tout du regard... et me disperse”>>>
- “vos noms”>>>
- “À qui appartiens-tu, Alexandre?”>>>









