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Les Thibault #8
Os thibault: verão de 1914 epílogo
„Tibo šeima“ – tai plati monumentinė drobė, kurioje atsispindi vaizduojamo laikotarpio Prancūzija, jos papročiai, socialinės ir moralinės problemos. Pagrindinė romano siužetinė linija – Oskaro Tibo ir jo dviejų sūnų Žako bei Antuano istorija. Ketvirtasis tomas. Septintosios dalies pratęsimas ir epilogas.
283 pages, Paperback
Published January 1, 1968
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About the author
Roger Martin du Gard
190 books114 followersAwarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1937 "for the artistic power and truth with which he has depicted human conflict as well as some fundamental aspects of contemporary life in his novel cycle Les Thibault."
Roger Martin du Gard (23 March 1881 - 22 August 1958) was a French author and winner of the 1937 Nobel Prize for Literature. Trained as a paleographer and archivist, Martin du Gard brought to his works a spirit of objectivity and a scrupulous regard for details. For his concern with documentation and with the relationship of social reality to individual development, he has been linked with the realist and naturalist traditions of the 19th century. His major work was Les Thibault, a roman fleuve about the Thibault family, originally published as a series of eight novels. The story follows the fortunes of the two Thibault brothers, Antoine and Jacques, from their prosperous bourgeois upbringing, through the First World War, to their deaths. He also wrote a novel, Jean Barois, set in the historical context of the Dreyfus Affair.
During the Second World war he resided in Nice, where he prepared a novel, which remained unfinished (Souvenirs du lieutenant-colonel de Maumort); an English-language translation of this unfinished novel was published in 2000.
Roger Martin du Gard died in 1958 and was buried in the Cimiez Monastery Cemetery in Cimiez, a suburb of the city of Nice, France.
Roger Martin du Gard (23 March 1881 - 22 August 1958) was a French author and winner of the 1937 Nobel Prize for Literature. Trained as a paleographer and archivist, Martin du Gard brought to his works a spirit of objectivity and a scrupulous regard for details. For his concern with documentation and with the relationship of social reality to individual development, he has been linked with the realist and naturalist traditions of the 19th century. His major work was Les Thibault, a roman fleuve about the Thibault family, originally published as a series of eight novels. The story follows the fortunes of the two Thibault brothers, Antoine and Jacques, from their prosperous bourgeois upbringing, through the First World War, to their deaths. He also wrote a novel, Jean Barois, set in the historical context of the Dreyfus Affair.
During the Second World war he resided in Nice, where he prepared a novel, which remained unfinished (Souvenirs du lieutenant-colonel de Maumort); an English-language translation of this unfinished novel was published in 2000.
Roger Martin du Gard died in 1958 and was buried in the Cimiez Monastery Cemetery in Cimiez, a suburb of the city of Nice, France.
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February 10, 2024
Now it’s the beginning of May 1918… Antoine is a patient in a gas casualties hospital… In the end of November 1917 he was caught in a mustard-gas attack…
His health is worsening day by day… His existence is permeated with sadness… His nights are filled with despair…
There is no Jacques anymore… But there is Jacques’s three-year-old son…
Wars end, life continues but the bitter tears of bereavement keep on running down.
Black despair again. Impression of having fallen down an open manhole. I didn’t deserve this. I deserved (pride?) the “fine career” my teachers and friends predicted for me. Then suddenly, at the corner of that trench, the whiff of gas! The death-trap set by fate.
His health is worsening day by day… His existence is permeated with sadness… His nights are filled with despair…
There is no Jacques anymore… But there is Jacques’s three-year-old son…
A fine little fellow, robust, promising grandly – with all the future, mine, the world’s, implicit in him. Since my first sight of him he has never left my thoughts, and the idea that I can’t be in his worries me preposterously. No, he will never have known me or anything about me; I leave next to nothing: a few photographs, a little money, and just a name, “Uncle Antoine.” Nothing. That thought’s unbearable at times.
Wars end, life continues but the bitter tears of bereavement keep on running down.
December 3, 2022
Stunningly well written. It starts with a 150 page account of an episode of a week, in which Antoine returns to Paris, on leave from the institute where he recovers from poison gas injury. This is the first element of this epilogue to Du Gard's Thibault story; it is filled with micro-descriptions of characters, behaviors, motives and contains great dialogues. Thus, the relationships between each of the main characters are clarified subtly and with loving care. This first part demonstrates how each encounter, each exchange of thoughts and acts can tell a lot about the quality of a relationship. In fact, the text offers the reader a training in being perceptive and understanding, in reading hearts and minds.
After this first set of about 12 chapters, the second part of this epilogue takes off, also plm. 150 pages. Having been that good, one would hardly expect the book to be anything better. But this set of letters to, and, mainly, diary notes by Antoine contains such rich material that I found it breathtaking. It is a mix of self reflection, accounts of political events during the last months of the war, reminiscences about the past, informed speculation about the future (Antoine speculates about things that in fact came to pass years after Du Gard wrote his book), philosophy about life and death, and, not in the least, loving thoughts about his cousin, who embodies the newborn child as a projection of hope for the future.
After this first set of about 12 chapters, the second part of this epilogue takes off, also plm. 150 pages. Having been that good, one would hardly expect the book to be anything better. But this set of letters to, and, mainly, diary notes by Antoine contains such rich material that I found it breathtaking. It is a mix of self reflection, accounts of political events during the last months of the war, reminiscences about the past, informed speculation about the future (Antoine speculates about things that in fact came to pass years after Du Gard wrote his book), philosophy about life and death, and, not in the least, loving thoughts about his cousin, who embodies the newborn child as a projection of hope for the future.
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