Diaries and novels, such as The Immoralist (1902) and Lafcadio's Adventures (1914), of noted French writer André Gide examine alienation and the drive for individuality in an often disapproving society; he won the Nobel Prize of 1947 for literature.
André Paul Guillaume Gide authored books. From beginnings in the symbolist movement, career of Gide ranged to anticolonialism between the two World Wars.
Known for his fiction as well as his autobiographical works, Gide exposes the conflict and eventual reconciliation to public view between the two sides of his personality; a straight-laced education and a narrow social moralism split apart these sides. One can see work of Gide as an investigation of freedom and empowerment in the face of moralistic and puritan constraints, and it gravitates around his continuous effort to achieve intellectual honesty. His self-exploratory texts reflect his search of full self, even to the point of owning sexual nature without betraying values at the same time. After his voyage of 1936 to the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics, the same ethos informs his political activity, as his repudiation of Communism suggests.
Though Gide mocks the French who visit Africa and only see what tourist guides show them, Amyntas is very much a French male cruising through North Africa. Gide writes as a visitor to Black Arcadia, taking in landscape as well as "Black Apollos." The title links overtly to the gay elements in Virgil's Eclogues and this fixes the eyes through which Gide looks: that of a privileged White male sampling an exotic land. The writing is hallucinatory at times -- its eroticism strangely muted (for Gide). An interesting piece of Orientalism.
Written during 1896 - 1904 and various travels to Tunisia and Algeria, Gide is obviously enamoured with the people and their environment. He sees things through words so this short travelogue is interesting just to see a maestro at work.
Andre Gide bundan tam yüz yirmi beş yıl önce Kuzey Afrika’ya seyahat ediyor. Engin çöllerin, kapalı çarşıların, sıcak gün doğumlarına karışan kıvrak ezgilerin peşindeki Avrupalı turistleri eleştirirken aslında o da geldiği yerin bakışıyla süzüyor Tunus’u ve Cezayir’i.
Bu kısa günlüklerde olay yok, görüp hissettiklerini yarım yamalak kaydetmiş. Kokular, şarkılar, hiçliğin ortasında yetişen salkımlar.
“Arap sanatinda eksik olan sey ölüm korkusu. Ölmekten çekinmiyorlar. Oysa sanati ölüm korkusu doğurur.”
It has been many years since I last read Gide and the beginning of this slim volume left me somewhat at wonder why I had found his journals and novels so moving and beautifully constructed...and this piece moved on into the end section I found the Gide I remembered.