"The truth is part of speech ignored, "said H. That's one of our favorite phrases, right? " (Gabrielle Wittkop, Hemlock or Poison , 1988)
Immerse yourself in the work of Gabrielle is Wittkop immersion voluptuous but not without danger. Death lurks at every turn there, the wedding procession in a maze of mysterious labyrinth. Love them defy death, but beyond a romance. Here it is palpable, provided with a body that undergoes all the metamorphoses, knife plunged into a liver tissue damage, changes in odor, iridescent spots appearing gradually, stiffness, flexibility found, body sold, abused, tortured, Item experiences foolish but accepted - it's weird - a player who enters, trembling in this universe ... disconcerting for them or lose them again.
Indeed, the fascination of these stories is amazing. On the other novel, adopts the proposed travel routes surprising and exotic, from Venice to Mumbai, mass graves of Saint-Sulpice in Borneo, through a maze of dark alleys of Paris, at various times and under extraordinarily varied forms, the historical novel to a newspaper collector, the epistolary narrative in a cyclical murder ... Despite its protean, this world of words is of great consistency: each sentence the reader is pushed, pushed to its limits, sometimes led to the unbearable, to question its relationship to the other, himself, in an intimate confrontation, destructive and beneficial to both. Subtle exploration of the limits and brutal at the same time, but also hypnotic, because language is captivating Gabrielle Wittkop, an incomparable wealth, a black beauty, a poetry sulfur. Unique, too, even if it sometimes invokes the shades of Sade Lautreamont Hoffmann or Poe. That voice which rises reveals nothing but questions in a question intense, difficult, critical, forcing the reader to reveal himself, or at least trying to get out of conformism where he gets stuck, and a clear voice and hushed at once, like the growl of a tiger, animal emblem (totem itself) the author, who teaches a wild erotic and enigmatic, but also the promise of a cruel death.
Gabrielle Wittkop world disappeared Dec. 22, 2002. His work, almost entirely available, remains confidential. Ed Wood and I've therefore embarked on a journey together in The Tavern Doge's Loredan and here of Threshold Threshold . This December will be devoted to a folder created in parallel, in which, on our blogs, we'll share our impressions of reading and try to give you the desire to follow us in this exploration of a universe poison and sometimes morbid but deeply human, the contours carved by a poetic language, shimmering clean at once. A trip that you might not give you ...
A must read:
- site dedicated to Gabrielle Wittkop Nikola Delescluse , whom the author was asked to watch over his work after his death
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