25.06.2014 Views

Adobe Acrobat PDF complet (7 Meg) - La Scena Musicale

Adobe Acrobat PDF complet (7 Meg) - La Scena Musicale

Adobe Acrobat PDF complet (7 Meg) - La Scena Musicale

SHOW MORE
SHOW LESS

You also want an ePaper? Increase the reach of your titles

YUMPU automatically turns print PDFs into web optimized ePapers that Google loves.

SUMMER READING<br />

& LISTENING<br />

AN OPEN LETTER TO STEPHEN HARPER<br />

From Life of Pi author Yann Martel’s<br />

blog, What Is Stephen Harper Reading?<br />

Book Number Thirty:<br />

The Kreutzer Sonata, by Leo Tolstoy<br />

Inscription:<br />

To Stephen Harper,<br />

Prime Minister of Canada,<br />

Music, both beautiful and discordant,<br />

From a Canadian writer,<br />

With best wishes,<br />

Yann Martel<br />

May 26, 2008<br />

Dear Mr. Harper,<br />

T<br />

olstoy again. Sixty weeks back I sent<br />

you The Death of Ivan Ilych, if you<br />

remember. This week it’s The<br />

Kreutzer Sonata, published three years later, in<br />

1889. It’s a very different book. As much as Ilych is<br />

an artistic gem, the realism seemingly effortless,<br />

the characters fully incarnate yet universal, the<br />

emotions finely expressed, the lyricism simple<br />

and profound, the portrayal of life and its fleetingness<br />

dead on, so to speak—in sum, as much as<br />

Ilych is perfect, The Kreutzer Sonata is imperfect.<br />

For example, the setting—a long train ride in<br />

which two passengers converse—comes off<br />

poorly because nearly the entire novella is taken<br />

up by the endless discourse of the main character,<br />

Pozdnyshev. Our nameless narrator just sits<br />

there, stunned into listening and memorizing the<br />

75-page tirade directed at him. It’s as clunky a<br />

device as one of Plato’s dialogues—without the<br />

wisdom, for the most part. The Kreutzer Sonata is<br />

a long rant about love, sex and marriage, with<br />

side swipes at doctors and children, leading up to<br />

a vivid portrayal of insane jealousy, all of it told by<br />

an unconvicted murderer. Imagine that, a man<br />

telling you on a train,“I killed my wife. Let me tell<br />

you about it, since we’ve got all night.” I guess I<br />

wouldn’t interrupt him, either.<br />

Imperfect art, then. So why the interest?<br />

Because it’s still Tolstoy. Simple people lead simple<br />

lives. Complex people lead complex lives. The<br />

difference between the two has to do with one’s<br />

openness to life. Whether determined by misfortune—a<br />

congenital deficiency, a stunting<br />

upbringing, a lack of opportunity, a timid disposition—or<br />

determined by will— by the use and<br />

abuse of religion or ideology, for example—there<br />

are many ways in which life, one’s portion of it,<br />

can be regulated and made acceptably simple.<br />

Tolstoy was unregulated. He lived in a manner<br />

unbridled and unblinkered. He took it all in. He<br />

was supremely complex. And so there was much<br />

of life in his long life, life good and bad, wise and<br />

unwise, happy and unhappy. Thus the interest of<br />

his writings, because of their extraordinary existential<br />

breadth. If the earth could gather itself up,<br />

could bring together everything upon it, all men,<br />

women and children, every plant and animal,<br />

every mountain and valley, every plain and ocean,<br />

and twist itself into a fine point, and at that fine<br />

point grasp a pen, and with that pen begin to<br />

write, it would write like Tolstoy. Tolstoy, like<br />

Shakespeare, like Dante, like all great artists, is life<br />

itself speaking.<br />

But whereas Ilych elicits consonance in the<br />

reader, The Kreutzer Sonata elicits dissonance. In<br />

it, love between men and women does not really<br />

exist but is merely a euphemism for lust.<br />

Marriage is covenanted prostitution, a cage in<br />

which lust unhappily fulfills itself. Men are<br />

depraved, women hate sex, children are a burden,<br />

doctors are a fraud. The only solution is <strong>complet</strong>e<br />

sexual abstinence, and if that means the end of<br />

the human species, all the better. Because otherwise<br />

men and women will always be unhappy<br />

with each other, and some men may be driven to<br />

killing their wives. It’s a bleak, excessively scouring<br />

view of the relations between the sexes, a<br />

reflection of Tolstoy’s frustration at the social<br />

constrictions of his times, no doubt, but nonetheless<br />

going too far, wrong-headed, objectionable.<br />

And so its effect, the scandal upon its publication,<br />

and the reaction it has to this day. Tolstoy does<br />

indeed go too far in The Kreutzer Sonata, but in it<br />

are nonetheless expressed all the elements—the<br />

hypocrisy and the outrage, the guilt and the<br />

anger—that were at the core of that greatest revolution<br />

of the 20th century: feminism.<br />

As an aside, this second book by Tolstoy was a<br />

last minute choice. There’s such a world of books<br />

out there to share with you that I thought one<br />

book per author as introduction was enough.<br />

After that, if you were interested, you could look<br />

up for yourself any given author’s other books.<br />

Every two weeks, Yann Martel sends Stephen Harper a different book to<br />

read, along with an open letter, published on his blog at www.whatisstephenharperreading.ca.<br />

To date, he has sent thirty-one books.<br />

April 16, 2007: The Death of Ivan Ilych, by Leo Tolstoy<br />

April 30, 2007: Animal Farm, by George Orwell<br />

May 14, 2007: The Murder of Roger Ackroyd, by Agatha Christie<br />

May 28, 2007: By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept,<br />

by Elizabeth Smart<br />

June 11, 2007: The Bhagavad Gita<br />

June 25, 2007: Bonjour Tristesse, by Françoise Sagan<br />

July 9, 2007: Candide, by Voltaire<br />

July 23, 2007: Short and Sweet: 101 very short poems, edited by<br />

Simon Armitage<br />

August 6, 2007: Chronicle of a Death Foretold, by Gabriel García Márquez<br />

August 20, 2007: Miss Julia, by August Strindberg<br />

September 3, 2007: The Watsons, by Jane Austen<br />

September 17, 2007: Maus, by Art Spiegelman<br />

October 1, 2007: To Kill a Mockingbird, by Harper Lee<br />

October 15, 2007: Le Petit Prince, by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry<br />

October 29, 2007: Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit, by Jeanette Winterson<br />

November 12, 2007: Letters to a Young Poet, by Rainer Maria Rilke<br />

November 26, 2007: The Island Means Minago, by Milton Acorn<br />

December 10, 2007: Metamorphosis, by Franz Kafka<br />

December 24, 2007: The Brothers Lionheart, by Astrid Lindgren; Imagine A<br />

Day, by Sarah L. Thomson and Rob Gonsalves; and The Mysteries of Harris<br />

Burdick, by Chris Van Allsburg<br />

January 7, 2008: The Educated Imagination, by Northrop Frye<br />

January 21, 2008: The Cellist of Sarajevo, by Steven Galloway<br />

February 4, 2008: Meditations, by Marcus Aurellius<br />

February 18, 2008: Artists and Models, by Anaïs Nin<br />

March 3, 2008: Waiting for Godot, by Samuel Beckett<br />

March 17, 2008: The Dragonfly of Chicoutimi, by <strong>La</strong>rry Tremblay<br />

March 31, 2008: Birthday Letters, by Ted Hughes<br />

April 14, 2008: To the Lighthouse, by Virginia Woolf<br />

April 28, 2008: Read All About It!, by <strong>La</strong>ura Bush and Jenna Bush<br />

May 12, 2008: Drown, by Junot Díaz<br />

May 26, 2008: The Kreutzer Sonata, by Leo Tolstoy<br />

June 9, 2008: Their Eyes Were Watching God, by Zora Neale Hurston<br />

36 Juillet-août 2008 July-august

Hooray! Your file is uploaded and ready to be published.

Saved successfully!

Ooh no, something went wrong!