Albert Corde, dean of a Chicago college, is unprepared for the violent response to his expose of city corruption. Accused of betraying his city, as well as being a racist, he journeys to Bucharest, where his mother-in-law lies dying, only to find corruption rife in the Communist capital. Switching back and forth between the two cities, The Dean's December represents Bellow's "most spirited resistance to the forces of our time" (Malcolm Bradbury).

L'Hiver du doyen

La virtuosité de l'écrivain Saul Bellow, Prix Nobel de littérature en 1976, éclate dans ce court roman que l'auteur a souhaité voir publié directement en édition de poche, sans doute parce qu'il tenait à lui donner la plus large audience possible. On y retrouve une thématique récurrente dans son œuvre : quels rapports les juifs des États-Unis peuvent-ils (doivent-ils) entretenir avec la Shoah ? Bellow aborde ce sujet délicat à travers l'odyssée d'Harry Fonstein, cousin du narrateur et réfugié d'Europe centrale. Fonstein est sauvé des griffes nazies grâce à Billy Rose, un personnage haut en couleur, imprésario du Tout-Hollywood, qui a mis sur pied un réseau quelque peu abracadabrant (la " connexion " du titre). Lorsque Fonstein a passé la sélection à Ellis Island, on lui fait comprendre que Rose souhaite qu'il n'entreprenne rien pour le voir ni même le remercier ! Fonstein partira pour Cuba où il épousera une femme obèse et aura un fils génie des mathématiques, sans jamais réussir à oublier l'homme qui lui a sauvé la vie... Sur un sujet tragique et comique à la fois, Bellow a écrit un chef-d’œuvre d'humour caustique et de lucidité désenchantée.Réédition de la version de 2013

La Bellarosa Connection

« Notre espèce est-elle folle? Les preuves n’en manquent pas. » Ainsi pense Mr. Sammler, rescapé de l’Holocauste. Dans le New York décomplexé des années soixante, cet intellectuel d’un autre temps observe avec stupéfaction l’hédonisme ambiant. Et les promesses d’un avenir radieux lui semblent au contraire mener à plus de souffrance et de folie. Constat amer sur nos sociétés de consommation, La Planète de Mr. Sammler est aussi un récit d’apprentissage, celui d’un vieil homme qui devra apprendre à compatir.

La Planète de Mr. Sammler

Leventhal is a natural victim; a man uncertain of himself, never free from the nagging suspicion that the other guy may be right. So when he meets a down-at-heel stranger in the park one day and finds himself being accused of ruining the man's life, he half believes it. He can't shake the man loose, can't help becoming - a victim.

The victim

« Était-il intelligent ou idiot ? En ce moment, il ne pouvait guère prétendre être intelligent. Il avait peut-être eu un jour les armes pour le devenir, mais il avait plutôt choisi d’être un rêveur et les requins l’avaient nettoyé. Quoi d’autre ? Il perdait ses cheveux. Il lisait les publicités de Thomas, le spécialiste du cuir chevelu, avec le scepticisme de celui dont le désir de croire est profond, désespéré. Spécialiste du cuir chevelu! Oui, il avait été beau autrefois. Son visage portait les marques des corrections qu’il avait reçues. Mais il l'avait cherché, encourageant ainsi ses assaillants. Ce qui l’amena à réfléchir sur son personnage. Comment le qualifier ? Eh bien, selon le vocabulaire actuel, il était narcissique ; il était masochiste ; il était anachronique. »

Herzog

Henderson, milliardaire américain, abandonne tout pour courir l'Afrique. Il se retrouve sacré «roi de la pluie» et compagnon d'un souverain africain qui a étudié la médecine chez les Blancs, mais se voit contraint pourtant de capturer le lion dans le corps duquel l'âme de son père a cherché refuge. Henderson veut l'aider, mais l'enfer est pavé de bonnes intentions...

Le faiseur de pluie

Charlie Citrine, an intellectual, middle-aged author of award-winning biographies and plays, contemplates two significant figures and philosophies in his life: Von Humboldt Fleisher, a dead poet who had been his mentor, and Rinaldo Cantabile, a very-much-alive minor mafioso who has been the bane of Humboldt's existence. Humboldt had taught Charlie that art is powerful and that one should be true to one's creative spirit. Rinaldo, Charlie's self-appointed financial adviser, has always urged Charlie to use his art to turn a profit. At the novel's end, Charlie has managed to set his own course.

Le Don de Humboldt

Notre espèce est-elle folle ? 
Les preuves n'en manquent pas. 
Ainsi pense Mr. Sammler, rescapé de l'Holocauste. Dans le New York décomplexé des années soixante, cet intellectuel d'un autre temps observe avec stupéfaction l'hédonisme ambiant. Et les promesses d'un avenir radieux lui semblent au contraire mener à plus de souffrance et de folie. 
Constat amer sur nos sociétés de consommation, La planète de Mr. Sammler est aussi un récit d'apprentissage, celui d'un vieil homme qui devra apprendre à compatir.

La planète de Mr. Sammler

Throughout the 1980s and 1990s, Saul Bellow confined himself to shorter fictions. Not that this old master ever dabbled in minimalism: novellas such as The Actual and The Bellarosa Connection are bursting at the seams with wit, plot, and the intellectual equivalent of high fiber. Still, Bellow's readers wondered if he would ever pull another full-sized novel from his hat. With Ravelstein, the author has done just that--and he proves that even in his ninth decade, he can pin a character to the page more vividly, and more permanently, than just about anybody on the planet. Character is very much the issue in Ravelstein, whose eponymous subject is a thinly disguised version of Bellow's boon companion, the late Allan Bloom. Like Bloom, Abe Ravelstein has spent much of his career at the University of Chicago, fighting a rearguard action against the creeping boobism and vulgarity of American life. What's more, he's written a surprise bestseller (a ringer, of course, for The Closing of the American Mind), which has made him into a millionaire. And finally, he's dying--has died of AIDS, in fact, six years before the opening of the novel. What we're reading, then, is a faux memoir by his best friend and anointed Boswell, a Bellovian body-double named Chick:  Ravelstein was willing to lay it all out for me. Now why did he bother to tell me such things, this large Jewish man from Dayton, Ohio? Because it very urgently needed to be said. He was HIV-positive, he was dying of complications from it. Weakened, he became the host of an endless list of infections. Still, he insisted on telling me over and over again what love was--the neediness, the awareness of incompleteness, the longing for wholeness, and how the pains of Eros were joined to the most ecstatic pleasures.  Ravelstein is a little thin in the plot department--or more accurately, it has an anti-plot, which consists of Chick's inability to write his memoir. But seldom has a case of writer's block been so supremely productive. The narrator dredges up anecdote after anecdote about his subject, assembling a composite portrait: "In approaching a man like Ravelstein, a piecemeal method is perhaps best." We see this very worldly philosopher teaching, kvetching, eating, drinking, and dying, the last in melancholic increments. His death, and Chick's own brush with what Henry James called "the distinguished thing," give much of the novel a kind of black-crepe coloration. But fortunately, Bellow shares Ravelstein's "Nietzschean view, favorable to comedy and bandstands," and there can't be many eulogies as funny as this one.  As always, the author is lavish with physical detail, bringing not only his star but a large gallery of minor players to rude and resounding life ("Rahkmiel was a non-benevolent Santa Claus, a dangerous person, ruddy, with a red-eyed scowl and a face in which the anger muscles were highly developed"). His sympathies are also stretched in some interesting directions by his homosexual protagonist. Bellow hasn't, to be sure, transformed himself into an affirmative-action novelist. But his famously capacious view of human nature has been enriched by this additional wrinkle: "In art you become familiar with due process. You can't simply write people off or send them to hell." A world-class portrait, a piercing intimation of mortality, Ravelstein is truly that other distinguished thing: a great novel. --James Marcus

L'Hiver du doyen

Résumé

Plus de livres de Saul Bellow

Critiques

Ce livre n'a pas encore de critiques