The same stories

Modifié le : 2019/08/05

I’m reread­ing L’Ef­fet Casimir. In prepa­ra­tion for its elec­tron­ic pub­li­ca­tion, I thought of a new cov­er page, but with the paint­ing of Sylvie Lal­ib­erté, a friend at the time from whom I had mod­est­ly bought the repro­duc­tion rights. This paint­ing is essen­tial to the sto­ry, as it is described and rep­re­sents the theme well.

I would have thought that my gaze and my mind would have changed, evolved over the past ten years. I’m not sure any­more. The sto­ry of the psy­cho­an­a­lyst Marthe in this nov­el is undoubt­ed­ly dif­fer­ent from Diane’s sto­ry in Les Mailles san­guines. How­ev­er, both of them met, drank, and encoun­tered the reef at the will of an artist stronger than they were. Both were also lost. It is true that, lat­er on, their paths diverge. Martha has a more dis­tant per­son­al­i­ty, while Diane strug­gles with her emo­tion­al passivity.

And then there is also Luci­enne, very dif­fer­ent from Rose, but still. Two women who are in the ser­vice of anoth­er, two maids and two rur­al women. In the nov­el, these two char­ac­ters are used to illus­trate the “sim­ple real­i­ty.” For the rest, for­tu­nate­ly, it is lit­er­a­ture, dif­fer­ent scenes, and dialogues.

Michel Trem­blay, and many oth­ers before him have already said that there is noth­ing more to tell. Let us repeat the same themes, the same sto­ries over and over again. There is a lit­tle truth in that, espe­cial­ly since we seem unable to renew our­selves. To avoid falling asleep too much, you have to ques­tion your­self. Write a sto­ry by gen­er­al­ly using the same prin­ci­ple : there is a cri­sis, and it must be solved. The word cri­sis has its ori­gin in Greek and means choice.

It gives me an idea for the next nov­el. I would­n’t hate writ­ing short sto­ries as I did for La Vie dure. The theme : peo­ple who do not make choic­es, who remain to wait, who deal with it, who are sat­is­fied with their lit­tle hap­pi­ness tast­ing a lit­tle vine­gar or hav­ing soft­ened, with­out hav­ing the courage to do it again. How many peo­ple think that their joy ends where their dis­sat­is­fac­tion begins ?

This leads me to think about the cur­rent polit­i­cal sit­u­a­tion. The elec­torate is stag­nant, the peo­ple, dis­il­lu­sioned, hes­i­tant, no longer want to choose, because they have the impres­sion that they have no choice. I like this “spring” in Que­bec 2012 that does­n’t want to turn into winter…

We always have the choice to do some­thing dif­fer­ent. Today, on Face­book, I read this max­im : You can’t start a new chap­ter in your life if you keep read­ing the pre­vi­ous one.

Look­ing back at my old writ­ings, I can see how far I still have to go. I have been giv­en an exis­tence (or if you pre­fer, my life is in me), it is up to me to cul­ti­vate it.