Creezy

by Félicien Marceau

“Kendi kendimizin doruğuna yükseldiğimiz zaman; hayattan, ölümden, sonsuzluktan konuşmak ne kadar kolay, ne kadar doğal gelir. Sonradan, o izlerin üstüne yeniden düştüğümüzde, böyle konuşmuş olduğumuza nasıl şaşarız. Hayır, iyice farkındayım, Creezy ile beraber olduğum sürece beni bir öte dünyanın, sadece sisler içinde belli belirsiz seçebildiğim bir acunun eşiğine kadar götüren bir şeylere dokunuyordum. Ama neydi o dokunduğum? Bilmiyorum. Belki de hiçbir zaman bilmeyeceğim. Biz hepimiz metnini bilmediğimiz ya da metni bizim için okusak da anlaşılmaz kalan bir piyeste oynuyoruz; deney bir işe yaramıyor bu oyunda. Mutluluk ya da mutsuzluk elimizden kaçıp giden o şeyin iki karanlık yüzünden ibaret.

Bu oyunun adı: öteki kişi.”

Félicien Marceau’nun Goncourt Ödülü alan Bir Tanem romanında evli ve iki çocuk babası bir milletvekilinin, güzel ve güzel olduğu kadar da gizemli olan genç bir modelle yaşadığı tutkulu aşkı, Cemal Süreya’nın şiir tadında çevirisiyle okuyacaksınız.

(Tanıtım Bülteninden)

Hardcover

First published March 27, 1969

Reviews

[Vit Babenco · Rating 5 out of 5]

The end of the sixties of the last century was a flowery époque… And the spirit of that kaleidoscopic time is so magnificently trapped in this highly metaphoric and dynamic novel…
The narrator sorrowfully recalls the rapturous days of his overwhelming amour… Sentences and scenes flicker as if in the silent movie…

He could only be a man in her image, the same as her, born nowhere and at no time, with no childhood, no memories, brought into the world by a computer; two robots, we were two robots, walking toward each other with a squeak of metal.

Creezy – a corrupted form of the English word ‘crazy’ – is a sobriquet of a sublime fashionable model…

Surrounded by those voices jabbering from control towers, that jumble of words of which we understood nothing, you turned your wide green eyes toward me. I thought I would read a question in them. I read only a challenge. And I accepted it. Creezy of the Bahamas, Creezy of the emerald sea, Creezy of the airplane over Mont Blanc, that day my heart went out to you and entered your universe, your own universe, neon, plastic, aluminum, the white light of the glaciers, the jumble of words, the breathless voices, and the thunder of the jets.

He falls in love… And he falls out of reality… Exaltation… Elation… Ecstasy… But in all this bliss there is an invisible black hole that sucks in all the happiness out of existence…

I’m not talking about love. I’m not even talking about spending that night together. I mean those records, that moment when our eyes met, that moment of recognition, that moment when we were one. It’s not difficult in love. In that embrace, that struggle, that race, that game of hopscotch, that frozen instant of eternity, it’s not difficult to be one – or to have the illusion of being so.

One effortlessly moves through the grey days of living and then there is a sudden blinding flash of light and after it everything drowns in darkness – tragedy.

[Pascale · Rating 1 out of 5]

Like many novels about adultery and mad lust, this one is overblown and ultimately unconvincing. Politician falls for a "deeply mysterious" super model (or is she just brain dead?) and screws her for months until he comes to his senses and decides to end the affair... Of course, things go wrong, but don't worry, he'll make it through. The book is fluidly written, but Belle-du-Seigneur it is not.

[Jesús · Rating 3 out of 5]

Premio Goncourt de 1969. Una historia entre el romance y el drama que no me ha llegado del todo.

[Fytt]

J’ai vraiment apprécié cette lecture.
Le livre était court. La plume fluide.

Il est amoureux et je ne suis pas sûre que ce ne soit qu’une question de luxure. Bien qu’il y ait beaucoup de ça, c’est aussi une question de temps: elle qui vit sur l’instant, lui que sa vie rattrape, elle qui l’attend, lui qui n’avait pas le temps, lui qui n’avait pas le bon timing elle pour qui le temps s’arrête.

Il y a une certaine dualité dans le personnage de creezy: elle est le feu et la glace. Le tout et le rien. Elle l’aime plus que tout et dépend de lui alors même qu’elle sait qu’il est marié. Sans lui elle sombre dans la tristesse et le désespoir. Avec lui, elle brûle de vie, jusqu’à ce qu’il ne la calme, jusqu’à qu’elle ne puisse plus espérer.

Ce livre fait passer le fait d’avoir une femme pour une tâche: avoir une femme, des enfants et un travail c’est ça la vraie vie … et pourtant ce n’est pas Vivre. Betty est figurante alors que sa vie et son équilibre sont également en jeu.

C’est intense mais ça a l’air vrai. Il est un homme comme on se l’imagine: il veut tout et prendra tout, mais à toutes les réticences du monde à donner trop en retour. Quand il n’a pas ce qu’il veut il s’énerve et frappe. Quand elle en veut plus, parce qu’elle est dépendante et peut-être un peu « borderline »( je suis pas psy mais ça ressemble à la définition),il le lui refuse.

Cependant, quand à la fin il décide de céder pour elle, il est déjà trop tard. C’est sur cela que je m’interroge: c’est trop tard parce qu’il l’a lancé dans un excès de rage ou alors elle s’est vraiment suicidée ?

[Rose L · Rating 3 out of 5]

Bien écrit personnage dérangeant inadapté point de vue très masculin, vintage

[Kantcrusher]

jean-luc godard core

[Dominique · Rating 2 out of 5]

Mon premier Félicien Marceau. Une histoire d’adultère entre un député bien ordinaire et une mannequin à la mode. 2 personnages qui respirent la tristesse et l’ennui pour une liaison finalement assez banale et sans consistance. Ce court roman ne m’a pas convaincu. Malgré certains moments de belle écriture, il m’a semblé plutôt ennuyeux et ce n’est que parce qu’il est auréolé de son Goncourt que j’ai fait l’effort de le terminer.

[Gursel Uckan · Rating 4 out of 5]

I am very curious about the translation made by Cemal Süreyya. Looking forward to taste his lyric and sentimental style of his poems in this novel as well.