In the days following the lockdown in France, Europe and elsewhere, Hélène Cixous, one of those writers I am still trying to understand what creative waters do they drink to write like this, is re-visiting - Rêvoir - the world of the past tenses through the emergency of present.
How can someone DO NOT try to stop the world through words during such traumatic events. Being witnesses of such times it is a priviledge and an obligation for the writer. The memories of the present past to the far away fragments of her personal memories are knitted together in a personal account where dreams and their recurrence - Rêvoir, again - amplify the echoes of the memories.
Her mother, Eva Klein, a presence of all the books by her I´ve read before, is returning either in the story or in the dream, and so is his father, that died as she was 10, in Algeria. Maybe after all, our present can be read through the rememberance of the time past, sometimes through our dreams and nightmares.
I have another books by Cixous to finish over the weekend as I wanted to keep staying in the ambiance of her writing. Inviting the reader into a private, personal realm, is more than an act of literary hospitality, but a gentle intellectual invitation to share intimate experiences. Reading her, it´s a priviledge and honour.
Rating: 5 stars
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