Henri Lefebvre: A Critical Introduction - autonomous learning
Henri Lefebvre: A Critical Introduction - autonomous learning
Henri Lefebvre: A Critical Introduction - autonomous learning
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H e n r i L e F e b v r e<br />
and perceptions, judgments and recollections gush forth in one of<br />
modern literature’s greatest set pieces. He “kissed me under the<br />
Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another … would<br />
I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first put my arms around<br />
him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all<br />
perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I<br />
will Yes.” 15 The Ulysses that says Yes to life is an “eternal affirmation<br />
of the spirit of man,” a great gust of generosity that is indeed<br />
the spirit of <strong>Lefebvre</strong>’s total man. Yet <strong>Lefebvre</strong> knew it bespoke a<br />
more commonplace theme: everyday passion. These, both he and<br />
Joyce knew, match the dramatic successes and failures of Greek<br />
heroes. Life at its most mundane level is as epic and spiritual as<br />
any official history or religion. History, as Stephen reminds his<br />
boss Mr. Deasy, the bigoted, protofascist headmaster, is really “a<br />
shout in the street.” <strong>Lefebvre</strong>, the Marxist everyman, would doubtless<br />
concur: total men and women are found on a block near you.<br />
<strong>Lefebvre</strong>’s sensitivity to everyday life also smacks as a French<br />
thing. The daily round is deeply ingrained in French culture where<br />
rhythms and rituals punctuate and animate places and people everywhere:<br />
the early morning stroll to pick up the bread; 16 the first cup<br />
of coffee; a meal at lunchtime for which everything closes down<br />
and families still commingle; a sip of wine and a piece of cheese;<br />
the chime of a church bell on the hour; the familiar bark of a neighborhood<br />
dog; a Café du Commerce almost anywhere, frequented<br />
by a loyal clientele who appear at the same hour each day—simple,<br />
ostensibly trivial occurrences that assume epic proportions. As novelist<br />
Pierre Mac Orlan once put it in a perceptive memoir called<br />
Villes, and as <strong>Lefebvre</strong> equally comprehended, “It is the finest quality<br />
of the French that they can render agreeable a block of houses, a<br />
few farms, two or three lamplights, and a sad café where you die of<br />
boredom playing dominoes. It isn’t so much that, on this vast earth,<br />
the French are nicer than anybody else, but more that they know<br />
how to bring a bit of pleasantry to their little existence.” 17