La mémoire du bourreau (Jai lu Thriller) (French Edition)

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Kubrick veut Spencer Tracy. Brando exige Karl Malden. On murmure un moment les noms de Jodie Foster et Uma Thurman pour la remplacer. Il cite Pinocchio en exemple. Le conflit avec le monde. Et ils aiment la forme artistique: Le "comment" doit toujours suivre le "quoi". Et le temps semble totalement aboli. Deux nuits ou une? Qui est le vrai Bill?

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Mais de quoi doivent-ils se remettre? Le dernier mot du dernier Kubrick sera donc "fuck". Fuck comme "Allez tous vous faire foutre! Il va y avoir de la controverse.

Meurtres pour mémoire

Deux ou trois ans pour un film? Je me suis fait du souci pour elle. Je voulais travailler avec Stanley. Il savait que tout le monde allait se demander "Le font- ils ou pas? Il avait une voix douce. Mais il ne vous disait jamais comment faire. Les gens le pressaient, lui demandaient de faire un effort. On discutait une dizaine de minutes avec chacun et on faisait un Polaroid. Et ensuite, je rappelais tous ceux qui me semblaient convenir, et je travaillais avec eux en improvisant pendant dix, vingt minutes.

Le dialogue doit devenir une seconde nature. Il avait lu tout Stanislavski. On avait fait une campagne dans la presse de tous les Etats-Unis. Et que faisait-il de ces milliers de cassettes? Ce sont en quelque sorte des soldats du dimanche. Exactement comme dans le film. Je me suis de plus en plus investi dans divers domaines.

Nous avons fait tous les bruitages. Avec Stanley, il fallait apprendre tout le temps des choses nouvelles. Et il les tirait toutes. Au montage, il regardait tout, chaque prise une par une. Nous sommes dans un pays libre.

Des enfants robots… Je ne veux pas vous en dire plus. Je peux leur envoyer des fax. Alors on pouvait se le permettre. Mais il y croyait. Il pensait vraiment le faire en 16 semaines. Tu pourras voir plus loin. Comme le fait que le son soit en avance de 20 images. Je lui ai dit: Mais Stanley dit "Je ne suis pas content, il y a quelque chose qui cloche. Au milieu, il y avait deux images grises. U ne femme nous tourne le dos. Robe du soir et escarpins. Eyes wide shut tourne le dos au spectacle hollywoodien comme Alice tourne le dos au spectateur: Les admirateurs de Stanley Kubrick peuvent reposer en paix.

Et ainsi de suite: Il voulait un conteur. Il voulait un texte continu, pas un script: Je devais lire Rhapsody, une histoire merveilleuse qui pourrait donner un film merveilleux. Il adorait ses petits-enfants: Par exemple, Stanley ne voulait pas simplement des strings, mais une forme et un style particuliers. Que pouvez vous y faire? Dans le livre de Schnitzler, ce sont des loups, pas des masques. Stanley voulait absolument des masques, cela faisait parti selon lui de cet imaginaire.

Nous les avons tous fait venir de Venise. Il avait ces panneaux en permanence avec lui et pouvait faire ses choix pour Tom, pour les filles, les servantes. Ce fut le cas avec les masques. Il se tapotait la poitrine et les poches de sa veste et me disait: Rejetez tout sur moi. Londres, 14 juillet Deux ans avec Kubrick, de Frederic Raphael Plon. Stanley Kubrick, une biographie, de John Baxter Seuil.

Il ne voulait pas faire plein de films, il voulait faire de bons films. Aryan papers , sur la seconde guerre mondiale, A. Il aimait aussi cuisiner de temps en temps. Comme sa femme en ce moment! L a presse anglaise avait coutume de lui poser des questions impertinentes ou idiotes. Mais il ne partait jamais avec vous en vacances? Et il ne souhaitait pas quitter son environnement habituel. Son pays natal ne lui manquait-il pas? En plus, pour retourner aux Etats Unis, il lui aurait fallu faire ses bagages et prendre un avion. Je ne peux plus lui dire: Vous parliez ensemble de son travail, de ses projets en cours?

He felt sort of identity-less to me, which was odd considering the first-person narration. This review has been hidden because it contains spoilers. To view it, click here. The retelling of the story is intriguing, although the search for Bernard's killer itself was disappointingly boring. The novel has many random concepts, such as the narrator falling in love with Bernard's girlfriend, him being able to make Bernard's mother talk after she had been silent for twenty years etc.

The narrator thought a little bit too highly of himself and the structure of the book overall was confusing and just kinda boring. I've read better detective novels, so I was happy it was a The retelling of the story is intriguing, although the search for Bernard's killer itself was disappointingly boring. I've read better detective novels, so I was happy it was a rather quick read once I got myself to actually sit down and read it. The book was a quick read but I didn't find it very good. For me it was just a basic detective and didn't restore faith in the detective novel as my backcover said.

Easy read, not a challenge. And its fascination is in its structure. A history teacher is murdered when he is a bystander watching the Algerian demonstration in Paris on 17 October that was suppressed with violence and mass killings by the French police. Twenty years later his son is murdered in Toulouse: The narrative is then taken up in first person by police detective Cadin. He does what a detective does in a detective novel, moving the narrative forward and unravelling the mystery that finally results in the exposure of the murderer.

But there are two other exposures, what we might call historical exposures or revelations: But while the narrative links the two historical events the similarities or differences are not explored: I mostly enjoyed this book, which written as a mystery novel in examined in retrospect the poor legacy of the French government's handling of the Algerian crisis in France. During one demonstration in Paris, a seemingly innocent high school teacher is shot in the head. More than 20 years later, in Toulouse, his son is shot walking home from his studying documents in the local archive.

Is there a connection? It turns out there is The edging out of the evidence and the connections show con I mostly enjoyed this book, which written as a mystery novel in examined in retrospect the poor legacy of the French government's handling of the Algerian crisis in France. It turns out there is The edging out of the evidence and the connections show considerable ingenuity--and the limits of law and decency in Vichy France and in the French government's reaction to the Algerian demonstrations of So, a good read for historical context as well as the policemanship.

The only issue I have with the book--and a reason I did not give this a fourth star--is that the inspector--an otherwise sympathetic and clever guy--unexpectedly hits on, and in the end--a few days after the death of her husband--woos and wins the newly minted widow. Jul 11, Mladoria rated it liked it Shelves: It's like this author has never had an actual human interaction in his life. The main character is insensitive and sexist and the only woman in the story is the most pathetic, flat widow character I've ever had the displeasure of reading.

I regret having to finish this for class, and I regret it confirming all my prejudices about detectives. But the history aspect was kind of ok "This kind of book that begins to restore one's confidence in the detective story. But the history aspect was kind of ok, so that gives it one star more than it deserves. Dec 29, Ciska Allegaert rated it really liked it. It was better than L'Herbe Bleue. I enjoyed this book way more than I thought I would have. It combines the cover up of the Paris massacre and WWII crimes in a detective novel that is a chilling and entertaining read.

With this novel, Daenickx carefully draws parallels between the deported and heinously massacred Jewish children and families in Vichy France and the too-often forgotten French of Algerian descent who were murdered in mass during the peaceful protests of by racist and bloodthirsty police officers — still the most bloody events to happen on Parisian soil since the end of the Second World War. For a novel that came out in the early s, when France was still bent on repressing all memory of With this novel, Daenickx carefully draws parallels between the deported and heinously massacred Jewish children and families in Vichy France and the too-often forgotten French of Algerian descent who were murdered in mass during the peaceful protests of by racist and bloodthirsty police officers — still the most bloody events to happen on Parisian soil since the end of the Second World War.

For a novel that came out in the early s, when France was still bent on repressing all memory of these events, this is literary courage indeed, and the novel's currency still holds true, it seems, given the contemporary failure of memory regarding these events. Further, Daenickx's clever use of the detective genre proves likely to endear casual readers to his novel; despite its very serious content, the novel's tone is leavened with deft touches of humour and cosmopolitan panache.

The novel's detective, who would earn the description of "plucky" if this were Hollywood, is attractive enough, I guess. My major criticism of the novel is its use of a murdered man's fiance as the sexual reward for said detective, however, for not only does this read as gratuitous, it also gives the narrative a woefully romantic conclusion that lets the reader off the hook with too much ease.

This closing device amplifies the distance between it and the beginning, in which we see Algerians with names, very briefly, and unfortunately renders the Algerians just as much as the Jews mere victims of history. All that said, the novel's courage and topicality remains.

L'odyssée d'un solitaire

It was not until that France officially recognized the killing of the Algerian-French. Not until Michael Haneke's film Cache were the Algerians's unjust deaths and the fact of their massacre posed seriously, albeit more slyly than here, as a question for the French. Published in , Daenickx's Murder in Memoriam may lack the narrative structure to read as a brilliant novel in its own right. But it does sound a note of courage and memory that, just as importantly as its narrative stylings, jolts the memory and awakens the dead.

Originally posted at my blog The novel is set in France, Paris to be exact. In the beginning it is , and there is a huge Algerian protest. During this protest, a man, Roger Thiraud, is killed. We then skip ahead in time, and twenty years later, his son Bernard, is also murdered. Inspector Cadin expects a link and tries to figure out what exactly happened. This novel is so much more than just a detective, but in order to understand that, one has to be aware of the social and historical contex Originally posted at my blog The novel is set in France, Paris to be exact.

This novel is so much more than just a detective, but in order to understand that, one has to be aware of the social and historical context. The novel deals with the Algerian war and protests surrounding it, as well as with deportation of Jews during the Second World War.

I think it is important to read up a bit on France's involvement in order to fully get the plot, as it does turn quite complicated towards the ending. I did enjoy this novel, but that was mostly due to its, sometimes subtle, sometimes explicit, critique on society. The detective side of the story did not interest me so much, although I was curious to know what happened.

The main problem I have with your average detective, I also had with this novel: Inspector Cadin has no idea who killed the men, but once he figures it out, he knows every single detail of the murders, every single thought the killer had, even though he didn't know who it was until minutes before. Culturally however, as I said before, it's exquisite. It's shocking to figure out what happened during those initial demonstrations - also due to the graphic way in which Daeninckx writes these events - and also to know how the government dealt with it - by silence.

They kept quiet what happened and for example gave the public wrong - very low - numbers of deaths. The French have a long history of self-analysis, even if little concrete comes out of it.

The collaboration with the Nazis is something that was hidden in bureaucratic archives soon after the Liberation; the brutal suppression of the Algerian independence movement is another blot on their history. The French like to claim that once someone is French, their origins are irrelevant - a fine theory but much remiss in Didier Daeninckx wrote Murder In Memoriam in and caused a sensation in France. The French like to claim that once someone is French, their origins are irrelevant - a fine theory but much remiss in practice.

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