Alain Robbe-Grillet with Emmanuelle Lambert
On available commercialisé the livre scellé sous plastic, à ne pas mettre dans des mains innocentes. Ça plaisait beaucoup au Chef, encore un événement, encore au center, encore, l'agitation et les bavardages, le milieu qui s'exaspère, ou qui s'extasie. That's what you're talking about.
À la télévision, Robbe-Grillet has the regard major. Il descendait en flammes les arguments de son interlocuteur. C'était idiot. C'était de la littérature, pas autre chose, et la littérature n'avait à être ni convenable, ni humaniste, ni rien du tout. Elle n'avait qu'à être de la littérature.
It is available to use a power source to combat the failures of raisonnement, which is always established, pas à pas, the chronology of the life and the list of travels, in a total absence of hierarchy of obsessions. This déraison lui semblait revêtir les aspects de la logique, Robbe-Grillet contre-attaquait.
I'm disait lutter pour le droit de son livre à exister, à se tenir ferme et seul dans son ignominie irréaliste, dressé contre ce qu'il appelait l'air du temps et qui, l'âge aidant, se faisait plus épais autour de lui quand ses forces physiques, à lui, commençaient à s'amincir. Ne s'amusant plus, il n'était plus amusant. It's not available plus, there's something to be said and irony, it's vigueur, it's train, it's not available plus the railing, like this. Il n'y avait que la dureté de celui qui sait thunder prise à l'attaque.
Elle aurait voulu lui murmurer à l'oreille de laisser tomber. Mais il n'avait jamais désarmé, raison ou tort, peu importait.
Il ne voulait pas réussir, il voulait vaincre. Et la victoire, c'est toujours gagner contre.
Maintenant il disait qu'on ne pourrait plus publisher Lolita aujourd'hui, vous vous rendez compte, c'est impossible tout de même, ce politiquement correct. Assis dans un armchair jaune, le presentateur souriait à Robbe-Grillet, le laissait s'emporter, se foutre de la gueule de son chroniqueur.
Devant les attacks, elle éprouvait une blessure déplacée. This ridicule à la fin, elle le connaissait si mal, Robbe-Grillet, pas comme le Chef devenu en quelques années dernier meilleur ami, agent informel et puissance institutionalnelle protectrice. What you can do is to be fair, to the world, to the world, to the world, to have access to the information, to the person who has the equipment, to have another place for the world, for example, when the world is available to the expo, it is not available at all manuscript. Déjà, elle argumentait pour se defence. Devant quel tribunal, elle l'ignorait. Elle aurait voulu entrer dans l'écran, arrêter la conversation, tout reprendre, dire au journaliste qu'il ne fallait pas répondre à ses provocations, qu'il ne fallait pas prendre au sérieux toutes ces histoires sadiennes.
Elle s'aprêtait à se lever pour attraper la chatte et lui montrer qui commandait à la fin, quand a phrase l'avait arrêtée. Alain Robbe-Grillet, leading dynamite of certitudes and Ronron, author of the most beautiful Romans of the XXe siècle, Jealousy, Robbe-Grillet, the man who is available redecouvrir Duras et Sarraute, who is available soutenu Wittig et Perec, this man-là venait de dire qu'on ne pouvait plus rien dire, exactement comme l'aurait dit the premier venu.
« On ne peut plus rien dire » is a phrase qu'on dit beaucoup depuis que les femmes ont commencé à l'ouvrir. Non à parler, en tête à tête, en petit committee, en réunion dans des endroits autorisés, à s'épuiser à parler quand personne, au fond, ne voulait entendre, non. Non à parler, mais à l'ouvrir, au beau milieu des années 2010, en nombre, par ricochets ou par répliques sismiques de mots carambolés sur les réseaux sociaux.
Ce patchwork a couvert l'espace public, donnant corps à une abstraction, la récurrence incalculable, débordante, cataclysmique des sexual violences. Une évidence est alors apparue. It is also available for a simple reason, which means it can be read as commettre. Qu'on y était autorisé, légitime, sinon encouragé. This is a system designed for larger generations and larger continents. Les premières victims en sont les femmes. Avec elles, les children, proies d'une pédocriminalité qui prend souvent, et dans des proportions vertigineuses, la forme de l'inceste.
Lorsqu'on dit qu'on ne peut plus rien dire, peut-être croit-on sincèrement que cet accès nouveau à une parole qu'on ne peut plus ignorer, this déchirure au cœur du silence, se sont faits sur le dos de la liberté d'expression. Qu'on ne peut plus rien dire parce que d'autres parlent. Comme s'il y avait un quota de parole publique disponible, la foule des silencieux ne pouvant s'exprimer qu'à la condition d'une réduction drastique de la parole des Bavarians. Emmanuelle Lambert, Aucun respect, Stock, 2024.
The book was released shrink-wrapped in plastic and was not to fall into innocent hands. The boss was delighted; another event, another moment in the spotlight, another flurry of excitement and chatter, the kind of atmosphere that would be either annoyed or thrilled. It became noisy.
Robbe-Grillet came across as harsh on television. He dismissed his interlocutor's arguments. That was foolish. It's literature, nothing else, and literature doesn't have to be decent, humanistic, or anything else. It simply has to be literature.
He had always poured an insane amount of energy into fighting cognitive biases, almost as much as into meticulously constructing the chronology of his life and the list of his travels, and he recognized no hierarchy among his obsessions. As soon as he felt that irrationality was gaining the upper hand over logic, Robbe-Grillet struck back.
Here he said he was fighting for his book's right to exist, that it should stand firm and alone in its unrealistic depravity, erected against what he called the spirit of the age, which, with advancing age and as his physical strength began to wane, grew ever more powerful around him. Since he no longer enjoyed himself, he was no longer funny. There was no more salt or irony, no more energy or verve, not even mockery. There was only the hardness of one who knows how to fend off an attack.
She longed to whisper in his ear that he should let the matter rest. But he had never given up, whether rightly or wrongly, that didn't matter.
He didn't want success, but victory. And victory is always a victory of opposition.
Now he said one could Lolita "Not publishing today, imagine that, it's impossible, this political correctness." The moderator sat in a yellow armchair and smiled at Robbe-Grillet, letting him rant and making fun of his reviewer.
Faced with the attacks, she felt deeply hurt. In the end, it was ridiculous; she knew him so little, Robbe-Grillet, not like the boss who, in just a few years, had become her last best friend, her informal agent, and her institutional protector. What did she care? Nobody cared. She was asked for her opinion, but nobody listened. She had nothing to do with it; she hadn't even seen the manuscript at the exhibition. She was already arguing to defend herself. Before which court, she didn't know. She would have liked to step into the camera, interrupt the conversation, start it all over again, tell the journalist that one didn't have to react to his provocations, that he shouldn't take all those sadistic stories seriously.
She was about to get up, grab that pussy, and show her who was really in charge when a sentence stopped her. Alain Robbe-Grillet, the mighty demolition expert of certainties and drivel, the author of one of the most beautiful novels of the 20th century, JealousyRobbe-Grillet, the man who had rediscovered Duras and Sarraute, who had supported Wittig and Perec, this man had just said that nothing more could be said, just as the first person who came along would have said.
“There’s nothing more to say” is a phrase that has been uttered frequently since women began to speak out. Not just talking in private, in small groups, in gatherings in permitted locations, exhausting themselves in words when no one really wanted to listen, no. Not just talking, but opening up, in the middle of the 2010s, en masse, through stray bullets or seismic aftershocks of words swirling around on social media.
This patchwork covered public space and gave form to an abstraction: the unpredictable, rampant, devastating repetition of sexual violence. It became obvious. There was so much abuse for one simple reason: because it was permitted. People were empowered, legitimized, if not encouraged. It is a system that has spread across generations and continents. The first victims are women. With them, the children, who become victims of pedophilia that often and on a staggering scale takes the form of incest.
When someone says they can no longer say anything, they perhaps sincerely believe that this new access to a word that can no longer be ignored, this rupture in the heart of silence, has occurred at the expense of freedom of speech. That one can no longer say anything because others are speaking. As if there were a quota for public discourse, and as if the silent majority could only be heard if the chatter of the chatterers were drastically reduced.
This article is written in German and can be found at https://rentree.de. Automatic translations into English and French are available. English, French.
