MAUPÀSSANT THE FRENCH POE

 

I pray, read and write. For me literature is a form not only of freedom but also of prayer. A way of connecting with the divinity, reflecting on human passions and that French sotisse, a French word that I like because Moliere's language is so elegant that he knows how to designate the most insignificant with beautiful words like poubelle, which is nothing else than the dumpster. The Latins already warned about this issue with a lapidary phrase:

─Stultorum numerus infinitus (the amount of drowsiness in the world) definitely falls into my hands a text by Guy de Maupassant entitled La terreur that comes to mind with the times we live in. The news does not terrify every hour with the news of the Ukraine war. An atomic threat crackles over our temples. The names of Hiroshima and Nagasaki give us all goosebumps. They accuse Putin of resorting to the catapult but it is worth remembering that it was the USACs who launched the fearsome nuclear assegai and they seem determined to use it. There's that Stolberger, the head of the NATO guards, wielding daggers, and Donkey Borrell (I'm embarrassed to think that this guy could be my compatriot) talking about destroying all of Russia in one fell swoop. God forbid. I pray and read. I go back to my books. Maupassant is the Gallic Edgar Alan Poe. There are stories in which he broadcasts stories of the paranormal. Ghosts in the mansions of his homeland, Normandy, and on a clear moonlit night he sees an unknown star twinkle in a puddle and wonders what people will live there. The narrative does not conclude on net facts. The author only makes suggestions that keep the reader guessing about the banality of human things. When we look up at the sky on a starry night, we realize how small we are. In human existence, love, riches, name status, social dispositions reflect inanity. Life is a carnival, a forge of lies. Life is a tale full of sound and fury told by an idiot Shakespeare said that is, life is a story full of moans and fury told by an idiot. The terrifying tales of Maupassant like those of Poe bring us closer to the reality of current terror, which is much more prosaic and criminal than that of both romantic authors. Ghosts are scary, but they don't shoot missiles or tell lies on the news with a thick voice. One must certainly have more of the living than of the dead

 

Tuesday, October 18, 2022