; movieschocolatebooks: February 2015

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Monday, February 2

Saint Vincent by NICO!

St Vincent of Sheepshead Bay...alias Bill Murray. Film despre prietenia dintre un baietel cam matur pentru varsta sa si Bill ''Vince'' Murray, o prietenie delicioasa ce creste vazand cu ochii si intra under your skin. Cat de bine cunosti un om, astfel incat sa il cataloghezi, sa iti spui parerea despre el, sa il respingi si sa vorbesti urat despre el? Bill Murray este the Sarcastic Smart Ass in acest film, este omul care isi vede de treaba lui, de interesul sau in limitele normalului (ok, uneori un pic exagerat) , respinge lalaiala si ''hlizeala gratuita''...este Vince.

''Nu este o persoana fericita, nu ii plac oamenii si nici oamenii nu il plac -exceptie fiind pisica lui, este moracanos, furios, suparat pe lume si plin regrete, bea, pariaza, inseala, blesteama si injura din plin..si petrece mult timp cu o doamana a noptii.''- aceasta este descrierea facuta de catre un copil, sfantului sau, sfantului ales de el pentru a fi descris la final de an scolar. Nu toti oamenii sunt veseli, nu toti rad cu gura pana la urechi si spun glume frumoase, nu toti se exprima frumos si elegant, tinand cont de regulile de politete si de people's feelings. Unii oameni sunt insule plutitoare intr-un ocean de falsitati, sunt unici si frumosi prin unicitatea lor. Se hranesc cu realitatea ce ii inconjoara, aleg sa fie sarcastici atunci cand nu le convine ceva sau li se pare ca sunt tratati necorespunzator, eventual cu falsitate, aleg sa fie ''cactusul'' ce inteapa si care doare. Dar dincolo de aceste respingeri si straturi sub care se adapostesc si se apara, sunt fragili si doritori de bine, apreciaza binele si frumosul, oamenii inteligenti si glumele bune spuse la momentul potrivit si de catre oamenii potriviti. Sunt asa pentru ca au multe in si pe suflet, pentru ca viata nu a fost chiar roz pentru ei, pentru ca s-au sacrificat pentru altii, au fost minimalizazi de altii, au primit lectii grele ...asa ca aleg sa fie altfel, sa fie ei insisi... Sa spuna lucrurilor pe nume sau sa accepte doar ceea ce doresc ei si cand doresc ei. Aleg sa plece inainte sa fie respinsi (chiar daca risca sa greseasca, dar nu mai vor sa fie raniti) , atunci cand banuiesc ca asta se va intampla, aleg sa faca ei greselile, nu altii pentru ei...

Aceste este Vince, nemernicul filmului. Dar Vince, dincolo de norul de sarcasm si defectele sale este un om, care a trebuit sa se adapteze vietii in care a fost aruncat de copil si a ajuns sa aiba grija de un copil ce avea nevoie de tarie si sustinere. A facut-o, in stilul sau...unic si astfel copilul a asistat si a participat la viata in desfasurare a nemernicului. Iar Oliver, copilul- elev al unei scoli catolice, ''a facut din el un sfant'', dezgolind adevarata lui fata tuturor, pentru motivele pe care el le-a trait alaturi de ''bona sa'', Vince. Si a vazut ca ''sfintii nu renunta niciodata'', l-a invatat cum sa se lupte, sa fie curajos si sa ceara cu voce tare ceea ce vrea, astfel incat sa fie auzit si pentru a nu putea fi ignorat, sa fie indraznet si sa isi spuna punctul de vedere, pentru ca sfintii lupta pentru ei insisi si pentru altii, sfintii fac sacrificii...pentru ca dincolo de calitati, sfinti au avut si defecte, sfintii sunt fiinte umane caracterizate prin curaj, sacrificiu, compasiune, umanitate...'' 

Da, sunt o plangacioasa la filme, iar acesta m-a atins. Este un film fara inflorituri multe. Este o comedie reala, frumoasa, cu mult sarcasm si adevaruri ce sunt tinute pentru sine, este un film frumos, ca un om. Niciun om nu este fara de defecte, ideea e sa vezi dincolo de ele si daca vrei sa le accepti bine, daca nu, nu... Iar daca le accepti, vei vedea si cauza defectelor si acel om devine frumos pentru tine. Pana la urma, putini sunt oamenii cu adevarat reali, destepti si discreti, cei care se arata doar ''alesilor'.

Sunday, February 1

‘La Petite Bijou’ (The Little Jewel) by Patrick Modiano

The name of the 2014 Nobel Prize winner for Literature came as an unexpected surprise. To most people, it rang no bell and we ended up asking around about him and his writings. Among my avid readers, Patrick Modiano was a new discovery. Even before receiving this prestigious award, he was highly appreciated in Germany and obviously in France, but to the rest of the reading world, he remained shy of publicity.

‘La Petite Bijou’ (The Little Jewel) is the first novel of his I have come to enjoy. It is easy to read and offers an open ending, engaging the reader into the story, far beyond the finishing lines. Such books are probably meant to challenge the reader's imagination past the obvious narrative. A young troubled woman catches a glimpse of an older one in a yellow coat, whom she assumes to be her long-lost mother. She starts following her around and step by step, memories of her childhood gather up to build a sad puzzle of a confusing relationship. The Little Jewel seems to easily connect to strangers and each encounter is nothing but an echo of her longing for the mother who suddenly disappeared from her life, without trace or explanation.




In our readings, we come to embrace characters and stories, identifying with their feelings and emotions, appropriating their lives, only to mirror back our own distress. This is a book where the writer himself embarks on such a journey and Little Jewel feels like a welcoming attire that clothes the shapes of all those browsing its pages. The outcome of this journey is not only the opportunity to properly mourn the lost ones but to come to terms with the emptiness the loss has left in our lives. In Jacques Lacan's words- a hole in the Real.


The book is puzzling in the way the story softly reads itself and the uncomfortable sensation the reader gets by walking the streets alongside Little Jewel to find again what time has stolen. This futility of the search is redeeming since there is a certain warmth that lingers between the lines and the kaleidoscopic journey. It is sad with a real sadness that feels alive and fruitless, at the same time. From the first pages, you are absolutely positive the search is bound to reveal something rather than lead somewhere and the last pages are nothing but the beginning of another story. It could be that of Little Jewel's awakening or the one the reader chooses to continue, as his own.


Therese, the Little Jewel, is swimming through the maze of her own imagination, lying to people instead of being genuine .She does this on a serene face because it takes a lot of courage to utter the incertainties of a haunted mind. Her quest feels only real inside her mind, to the utter world is just being original or simply in need of a shoulder to cry on. She never does and lying is her shield against reality. Moreover, it is amazing how Modiano shapes the image of a mother with the help of her daughter's prefabricated truths, fading memories and inquisitive mind. Little Jewel searches for a mother that is nothing but the reverse image of herself. This journey is not about the woman in the yellow coat to whom she pays the debts, in the most natural way, it is about herself, fighting her demons and finding her own place in the unknown world. Moreau/Badmaev and the chemist, foreigners ready to lend a hand, are nothing but images of her own troubled self as she projects herself against the world. Memories, loss, identity, the quest, reality, lies are some of the themes that fill the novel and it is this floating sea of the unknown that bears an original style, that of Patrick Modiano.