Jean-Christophe Rufin is a French doctor and novelist. He is the president of Action Against Hunger and one of the founders of Médecins Sans Frontières (Doctors without borders). He was Ambassador of France in Senegal from 2007 to June 2010.
Rufin was born in Bourges, Cher in 1952. An only child, he was raised by his grandparents, because his father had left the family and his mother worked in Paris. His grandfather, a doctor and member of the French Resistance during World War II, had been imprisoned for two years at Buchenwald.
In 1977, after medical school, Rufin went to Tunisia as a volunteer doctor. He led his first humanitarian mission in Eritrea,where he met Azeb, who became his second wife.
A graduate of the Institut d'études politiques de Paris (Political Sciences) in 1986, he became advisor to the Secretary of State for Human Rights and published his first book, Le Piège humanitaire (The Humanitarian Trap), an essay on the political stakes of humanitarian action.
As a doctor, he has led numerous missions in eastern Africa and Latin America. He is former vice-president of Médecins Sans Frontières and former president of the non-governmental organization Action Against Hunger.
The author walked the Camino del Norte (crossing into the Camino Primitivo) which goes through the Basque country before following the coast and then curling inland to Compostella. The book is a record of his impressions particularly of his changing state of mind as he walked through the 800 Km plus of the journey. He can't really explain his motivations for doing so, but he tells us that among pilgrims asking that question is not polite, so we are duly warned. He was not absolutely set on the pilgrimage to Santiago, he was tempted also by a long distance trail through (alongside?) the Pyrenees, in the end he feels the pilgrimage chose him, which either makes sense to you, or it doesn't.
It made sense to me, so for me this was a very good, if not a great book, but then I did read The Songlines at an impressionable age, also I was born and raised in the polluted air of South London so my opinion on books is probably affected by damage to the growing brain in my early years.
Anyway his state of mind is the principal concern, first his concerns are physical and attuned to the world - pain (due to inappropriate footwear), the sudden end of constipation when in a municipal garden with no designated facilities in sight. Despite this he finds walking through the Basque country beautiful, the pilgrimage is a form of marathon he thinks, the struggle is just to continue then he reaches Cantabria, and with apologises to all Cantabrians he does not like it - there are long stretches walking alongside industrial buildings, hillsides covered in housing developments abandoned on completion due to the financial crisis, on the plus side navigation is easy since the sea remains on his right hand side in Cantabria he enters a religious phase, stopping to attend church services in churches and monasteries (only one of which is very peculiar), then he takes a turning on to the Camino Primativo - the route taken by his gracious majesty Afonso II in the eighth century to visit the newly discovered remains of St.James at Compostella. The walking agrees with him and in time time he enters into his final phase - emptiness, as he puts it, he expected nothing from his pilgrimage and nothing is what he found.
Compostella itself he finds anti-climatic - a scene of Catholic kitsch, a city built around the pilgrimage to the shrine but with out the footsore pilgrims taken into account - it is not pedestrian friendly (irony intended?).
Rufin will have nothing to do with the Camino Frances - a pilgrim motorway, he thinks, obliging me to recall Ralph Glauber on the popularity of pilgrimage around the year 1000 and worse there is an unseemly rush everyday since there are fewer beds than pilgrims along that route due to its popularity, this bothers him to a peculiar extent considering that he made the journey carrying a tent and a camping stove with him (free camping is not very legal in Spain he says, but unenforced). Still, from this dislike of the Camino Frances we see he is not strictly honest with himself in believing that he was looking for nothing, his nothing had to have certain qualities - not too many other pilgrims, fine landscapes, adequate facilities. Much amusement from his consideration of backpack minimalism and the people that he meets along the way (sometimes repeatedly - but he does admit to taking 'short-cuts' which generally aren't.
Anything written about this well known pilgrimage to Santiago attracts me to read. I was first drawn to this pilgrimage when I watched a movie (The Way) produced by the son of Martin Sheen and starring his father Martin among other well known actors. Since then I have been drawn to every documentary and book that tells from a personal point of view of this fascinating pilgrimage which draws so many diverse people from so many diverse reasons as to why they made the pilgrimage. A fascinating topic for me. I only wish I had the youth and strength to tackle it myself.
I have a dream that one day I want to walk the pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostella and Francigena to Rome, both over 800 kilometers long. My wife already has told me she is not coming along on either walk which is nice but I never wanted to have any companion for either of those long walks, I would like to do it on my own which perhaps fits me best for the person I am.
The writer Rufin does tell about his experience of walking the Northern route, his thought and experiences during this long walk. It is not a day to day story but an helicopter view on his experiences which are something pretty personal and on other times feel a bit cautious in him not showing his real insight in some of his observations. But overal it was an easy book to read and an interesting insight into the soul of such an undertaking.
This book made me yearn for the moment I get to undertake this pilgrimage / long walk. I did enjoy the book a lot so thank you Mr Rufin.
J'adore la marche, et notamment la randonnée, disons "solide", avec quelques milliers de kilomètres annuels. Mais El Camino de Santiago ne m'a jamais tenté, rebuté par trop de promiscuité redoutée et, j'avoue, par crainte d'un manque de confort nocturne élémentaire, parmi ronflements et pieds qui puent. Mais je me disais: si JC Rufin s'y est collé, il va m'en coller, peut-être, le virus. Et bien pas du tout! Il a réussi à me dégoûter définitivement de toute tentative. C'est encore plus terrifiant ce que je redoutais: de fait, promiscuité abominable, même si, comme lui, on s'efforce de préserver un minimum de solitude, mais aussi des routes, des banlieues sinistres, beaucoup de crasse, parmi quelques menus plaisirs de rencontres insolites. Mais cette lecture m'a régalé. Rufin écrit bien, pas une découverte, style alerte, vivant, souvent plein d'humour dans son auto dérision de marcheur en souffrances multiples. Un récit dynamique, on s'y croit, on souffre avec lui, jamais un instant d'ennui. Car ce n'est pas un carnet de route rigoureux, il n'a pris aucune note durant ses 800 kilomètres de douleurs, sa mémoire ne gravant que les épisodes exquis de cette souffrance. Dévoré en quelques heures. Mais, définitivement, non, El Camino ne s'encombrera pas de ma présence et personne ne souffrira de mes ronflements. Le paradoxe: JC Rufin l'avoue: malgré toute sa dérision ressentie, une tentation: il recommencera peut-être ce pélerinage ancien greffé dans la modernité tristounette! Je me demande s'il s'est relancé depuis ce récit. Et je lirais avec certainement autant de plaisir sa deuxième immersion...
A great read, despite the sometimes difficult French (at least for this reader). Jean-Christophe Rufin is a medical doctor, one of the founders of Medecins Sans Frontieres, a Goncourt-Prize winning novelist, and since 2008 a member of the Académie Francaise. This is an account of his pilgrimmage from Hendaye, near the France-Spain border, to Compostelle, a walk in which he follows the footsteps of countless pilgrims since the early Middle Age. His account is both extremely humorous and also philosophically insightful as he ruminates about what it is he is feeling as he walks through suburbs, along the sea, through fields and mountains, following highways and sometimes freeways for eight hundred or so kilometers. All this to arrive at the "sacred" place where the bones of Saint Jacques were supposedly discovered and enshrined long, long before. Of course, that sacred place, Compostelle, like so many other sacred places (I think of the Mont Saint-Michel that I love so much), is now so overrun with tourists and "Catholic Kitsch," as Rufin appropriately calls it, that his destination does not return him to the Middle Ages at all but to the twenty-first century with all its urban sprawl and bad taste. And, of course, there are the other pilgrims encountered along the way--eccentrics, young people looking for sexual connections, devoted Catholics, and just odd adventurers, all described in ways that keep the reader smiling. I confess to having dreamed myself of undertaking the long walk to Compostelle, at least since encountering pilgrims in the Pyrenees not far from Saint-Jean-de-Luz where I occasionally vacation. But, arthritic knees will never allow me to pursue that adventure, so Jean-Christophe Rufin's account is probably as close as I can get to experiencing the real thing.
Da sempre ho avuto il fascino e la curiosità di intraprendere il famoso Camino (di Santiago) e devo ammettere che dopo aver letto questo libro mi ha fatto incrementare questa voglia/desiderio che spero un giorno di poter realizzare. L'autore è francese ed è un medico oltre ad essere un membro della prestigiosa Académie française (una sorta di Accademia della Crusca) ma soprattutto è uno dei fondatori di Medici senza frontiere, la famosa organizzazione umanitaria non governativa focalizzata sul fornire soccorso sanitario ed assistenza a persone in tutti i luoghi del mondo in cui il diritto alla cura non è garantito.
In questo libro l'autore ci narra gli 800 km di strada che farà rigorosamente a piedi fino a giungere alla Cattedrale di san Giacomo, in Spagna. E lo fa a modo suo: con ironia, con simpatia, narrandoci soprattutto le disavventure che ha vissuto, gli incontri che ha fatto, la fatica che a un certo punto si fa sentire (soprattutto ai piedi pieni di vesciche e alla schiena), dandoci anche degli ottimi consigli su dove alloggiare e cosa visitare. Un'esperienza che lo ha cambiato, che ancora oggi spesso gli torna alla mente, ricorda un determinato tramonto o un determinato incontro che ha fatto in quel viaggio quasi mistico.
Consigliato a chi ama viaggiare e vivere la vita con spirito di avventura.
Je me suis déjà vanté ici des liens d'amitié qui m'unissent à Jean-Christophe Rufin et de mon absence subséquente d'objectivité à commenter ses livres. C'est avec la même subjectivité assumée que j'ai pris et refermé son journal de bord du pèlerinage de Compostelle. Je l'ai trouvé trop court - alors que j'avais trouvé le grand Cœur trop long. Preuve que je ne suis jamais content ! Comme tous les livres de l'académicien, celui-ci est déjà un best-seller qui truste les premières places des listes des meilleures ventes de l'année 2013 : qu'il traite du terrorisme islamique (Katiba) d'histoire médiévale (Le grand Cœur) ou de marche à pied cantabrique (Immortelle randonnée), Jean-Christophe Rufin rencontre à chaque coup un très large public - dont je me demande s'il s'agit du même public ou s'il varie d'une fois à l'autre. Ce best-seller sera en plus un long-seller. Comme le grand Cœur qui sera vendu pour les siècles des siècles au syndicat d'initiative de Bourges, Immortelle randonnée sera en bonne place au Vieux campeur et à toutes les étapes du chemin de Saint-Jacques, disponible dans les formats les moins encombrants pour se glisser aisément dans la besace des pèlerins. Joli coup de marketing !
Qui y cherchera un guide de voyage pour accompagner son cheminement le long du chemin de Saint-Jacques sera inévitablement frustré. Sans doute ce carnet de route a-t-il pour cadre le Camino del Norte que l'écrivain sexagénaire mais néanmoins toujours ingambe a arpenté des Pyrénées jusqu'à Saint-Jacques. Mais au fond, Jean-Christophe Rufin y parle autant sinon plus de lui-même que du chemin qu'il parcourt. Paradoxalement, il n'y met aucune morgue. Ce serait presque le contraire. Loin de se donner le beau rôle, il se donne le mauvais non sans masochisme : ampoule aux pieds, insomnie, ronflement des compagnons de nuitée, rien ne nous est épargné des tracas quotidiens du grand marcheur. Les jaloux y verraient de la fausse modestie. Il n'en est rien. Rufin est dans ses livres comme il est dans la vie : curieux de tout et solitaire, ronchon et enthousiaste, sportif et hypocondriaque ... Tout est résumé d'une phrase : "En partant pour Saint-Jacques, je ne cherchais rien et je l'ai trouvé".
The book had potential. I was hoping for a soul-searching pilgrim. After 50% the writing deflated like a cheese soufflé. The descriptions became repetitive: enter city, barking dogs welcome the walker, industrial parks are the first glimpse on the horizon, louche B&B's, noisy dormitories in hostels and greasy spoon cafés with waiter/waitresses displaying a 'Je m'en fiche' - attitude. No, this was a disappointment.
Although I am a great fan of Rufin, in the sense that I've read every book of fiction he's ever published, I was rather disappointed by this sober and level-headed account of his pilgrimage to Santiago. I can't quite put my finger on why. This is a straightforward narrative of his journey, full of humorous observations about the changes within himself as well as the scenery and interesting characters he meets along the way. I have no bone to pick about anything with this book, but I didn't find it terribly deep or even informative. One useful thing he highlights is that a lot of the time, you have to walk through industrial zones and along motorways. Maybe my reaction is due to the fact that I'd been toying with the idea of undertaking this pilgrimage, and after reading this book I've pretty much dropped the idea.
I was recommended this book by a fellow pilgrim when walking the camino in May 2016. It was a great reflection on the camino and the pilgrimage, but I would be wary of letting those who have not walked the camino to read this. His descriptions may color someone else’s first experience. For a “seasoned” pilgrim, there is always time to reminisce about the time walking, so it was lovely to take time and reflect on his experience and my own.
Еще сильнее захотелось пройти Камино, хотя пренебрежительное отношение автора к тем, кто идет короткую версию — типа 100-200 км, дико бесит. То, что ты идешь 800 км, это не только твое достижение, это твоя чертова привилегия, потому что ты состоятельный человек и тебе не нужно ходить на работу каждый день и вписывать камино в крошечный отпуск.
The final chapter explains a lot about the context in which this book was written, and could do with having been an Introduction. For much the book, I was frustrated that the author couldn't seem to remember a great deal about his pilgrimage, and obviously hadn't made any notes along the way. He didn't seem to enjoy himself terribly, which made the positive feeling at the end somewhat unexpected. That said, I really enjoyed the description of what happens to the Santiago pilgrim on a spiritual level along the Camino. It's a worthwhile, and perhaps a sobering, read for Camino-goers, but don't make this your only book on the Camino de Santiago!
2,8⭐️ Je suis désolée pour M. Rufin « de l’Académie française » (comme c’est bien souligné sur la page couverture 🙄), mais j’ai trouvé son livre plate. Vraiment plate.
Je l’ai fini quand même parce que : 1. J’ai une fixation sur les histoires de marches longues, et très peu sont écrites en français, 2. Ça a été très utile pour m’aider à me rendormir lors de nuits d’insomnie, 3. J’ai aimé en apprendre plus sur la nature de cette route, dont j’avais tant entendu parler.
Mais tout est plutôt bof pour moi dans ce livre. Les phrases « Académie française » se prêtent plutôt mal à raconter une histoire de marche. En fait un Académicien se fond assez mal dans le personnage de « Jacquet » (mais quel nom épouvantablement ridicule) à l’hygiène douteuse qu’il décrit. Je veux dire : bien sûr, qu’il « se gâte » et aille faire son trip de Compostelle, il y a droit comme tout le monde, mais il y a quelque chose qui détonne, malgré tout.
Très énervant de constater que presque tout le long du livre, il tire de son expérience des vérités profondes sur tous les « pèlerins », de toutes les époques et toutes les nationnalités.
Les références catholico-chrétiennes (quasi inévitables, étant donné l’histoire du chemin de Compostelle) m’ont vraiment dérangée. Comme la fois que je me suis promenée dans un Monastère plein d’art religieux. Je sais que ça fait partie de notre héritage, mais ça m’inspire essentiellement du dégoût et de la honte. Nul besoin de dire que sa petite renaissance catholique en cours de chemin m’a fait rouler des yeux, big time.
Et bon, même si j’étais contente de mieux comprendre ce qu’était le fameux « Compostelle », cette lecture a tué toute envie que j’aurais un jour peut-être pu avoir de le parcourir. Beurk l’iconographie religieuse, beurk les stations balnéaires désertées et sans âmes. Beurk, les longues portions du chemins qui suivent des autoroutes, échangeurs et des banlieues avec-encore-moins-d’âme, beurk la grande quantité de gens qui s’entassent dans les gîtes. Bref. Beurk.
Quelle agréable lecture ! Légère et riche. La quatrième de couverture nous parle de "délicieuse autodérision", et c'est là que réside tout le charme de ce beau voyage livresque.
An entirely personal account of the author's journey along the Way to Santiago de Compostela along the Northern route. Most accounts of the pilgrimage describe the more popular Route Frances, this account is refreshing in its description of the "Route less travelled".
Pioché sur une première recommandation de Czarny. Et le livre m'a agaçé dès son titre <<Compostelle malgré moi>>... Comment peut-on entreprendre une entreprise de longue haleine malgré soi ?? Encore une pirouette verbale creuse.
Et puis j'ai dévalé les pages. Ce qui ressort, c'est le témoignage d'un marcheur alerte, lucide, souvent amusant, qui a autant d'indulgence que de lucidité sur ses actes, et qui me paraît poser de bonnes interrogations là où tous les poncifs sont de sortie.
J.-C. Rufin ne cède pas à la tentation de poétiser le chemin contre toute réalité vécue. Il n'escamote ni les moments de découragement, ni les contretemps, ni les déconvenues, le mercantilisme de certains négociants du chemin, pas plus que les rencontres accidentelles, les joies saisies sur le chemin. Et ça ne donne que plus de relief, de caractère et de poésie à ce témoignage laïc et ouvert.
On arrive à une conception paradoxale du pèlerin, qui n'est plus le champion et martyr de la foi, mais le le clochard céleste, le pouilleux embarrassant, le rebut du contemporain. C'est dans cet affrontement avec les rigueurs du chemin et avec soi-même, qu'il reprend contact avec soi-même.
"Dès le lendemain, j'irais me renseigner sur les trains pour la France. Je me voyais déjà confortablement installé dans un wagon qui filait vers la frontière. Je m'assoupis. Mais le chemin est plus fort que ces démons tentateurs. Il est habile, il est retors : il les laisse s'exprimer, se dévoiler, croire à leur triomphe et puis, d'un coup, il éveille le dormeur qui se dresse en sueurs dans son lit. Telle est la statue du Commandeur, le Chemin est là, qui pointe sur vous un doigt accusateur. << Comment ? Tu vas te dérober, connaître la honte du retour prématuré ! La vérité est que tu es un lâche. Tu as peur. Et sais-tu de quoi ? De toi-même. Tu es ton pire ennemi, celui qui fait obstacle à l'effort, depuis toujours. Tu n'as pas confiance en toi. Et moi, Saint-Jacques, je te donne une occasion unique de te délivrer de ces entraves, de t'affronter toi-même et de te vaincre. >>"
I haven't changed my mind! I'd still love to do this journey one day, although it seems more of a challenge than I thought! I've obviously only heard the rose coloured versions up to now. Quoting the author "While I was certainly suffering from all the discomforts and from the thought that there were a lot more to come, I also felt happy with this new asceticism. I understood how valuable it can be to lose everything, in order to find what is essential." The walk reduced his life down to basics and gave him time to reflect and learn about himself. I think this English translation is the best translation of any book, I've read to date. I usually find that non-English text loses something in the translation, but not this time! Jean-Christophe has a quiet sense humour and gives, in my opinion, a very honest account of his Pilgrimage. It was a delight to read and I feel like I've walked it with him.
Credo che tutti prima o poi nella vita si chiedano se e perché fare il cammino di Santiago. Nello specifico non ci ho mai pensato davvero, ma quando ho ricevuto questo libro come regalo per i miei trent'anni mi sono chiesta se non fosse un segnale. Se è stato un segnale non lo so, so per certo che è stata una lettura frizzante e allegra, scanzonata e non pedante da parte dell'autore che il cammino l'ha fatto senza un motivo preciso e di motivi ne ha trovati molti.
Enfin! J'ai besoin de lire ce livre pour mon cours de français et pour quelques travaux que je dois faire sur son suject... Pour être vrai, je ne l'ai pas aimé! Le début a été intéressant, mais après j'en ai eu marre de le lire. Cependant, je veux beaucoup faire le Chemin vers Saint Jacques de Compostelle!!
Page 67. Not for the mindset I would expect. The author seems too occupied criticising those making the Way, including himself. So, after a few attempts, I decided not to go further. It creates an expectation of peace of mind, producing the opposite. What a pity.
At times, the descriptions of the ‘Camino women’ took away from my enjoyment of reminiscing the pilgrimage but overall it was a good post-Camino read. An experience that, as Rufin puts it, I cannot say anything about, except everything.
This book was good, I would like to go to Spain now. Some of the language choices were weird though, and took away from the journey. Overall, a fun and great read!
Récit de voyage intéressant sur la partie espagnole du chemin de Saint-Jacques. Pour autant, j'y ai lu bien des similitudes avec du vécu récent sur les chemins de la Lozère, de l'Aveyron ou du Lot : le plaisir du contact avec la nature, la beauté des paysages, le credencial, les rencontres avec des marcheurs venus de loin, l'état des pieds fatigués par la marche, etc. Il truffe ses pages de nombreuses réflexions personnelles qu'on peut mettre en relief avec sa propre expérience. En revanche, le nombre de grandes villes traversées sur cette portion, San Sebastian, Bilbao, Santander ou les paysages urbains ou industriels de la Cantabrie ne donnent pas forcément très envie d'aller sur ces routes espagnoles, de plus en plus fréquentées à mesure que le pèlerin s'approche de Saint-Jacques.
L'auteur nous livre sa vision de ce fameux Chemin qu'il personnalise au fil des pages. C'est avec plaisir que le lecteur avance dans sa lecture bien que le ton mordant et rempli d'autodérision présent lors des premiers chapitres manque par la suite. Néanmoins il ne faut s'attendre à retrouver dans ce témoignage une dimension spirituelle forte. Jean-Christophe Ruffin ne cherche point à se vanter d'une rencontre avec Dieu, élément pourtant sûrement vendeur. Finalement comme au cours de ces 800 kilomètres de marche l'auteur est purement et simplement authentique, n'en déplaise à certains.