La folie du corps temporel chez Marguerite Duras

The Madness in Marguerite Duras'works is inherent to the time which destroys the human being

• Auteur / Autrice : Brigitte Teytaut-Fizyczak
• Direction : Lucette Mouline
• Type : Thèse de doctorat
• Discipline(s) : Littérature française et comparée
• Date : Soutenance en 1996
• Etablissement(s) : Bordeaux 3

Mots clés

Mots clés contrôlés

Critique et interprétation

Duras, Marguerite (1914-1996)

Mots clés libres

Corps

Mort

Desir

Folie

Memoire

Absolu

Temps

Bonheur

Résumé

Parce que nee tres loin du lieu ou elle vit et eternellement attachee a la lointaine terre de l'enfance, marguerite duras souffre farouchement de l'arrachement au passe. La sensation d'une perte grandiose engendre un sentiment de nostalgie qui s'ecoule dans les livres ou plutot dans le grand livre toujours recommence. L'on y entend l'appel d'un corps a un autre corps : celui du souvenir, celui de la creation qui chantera l'amour desespere de la mere, du petit frere, de l'asie. . . Dans l'ecrit, marguerite duras epuise son vecu, particulierement depuis l'ecroulement des barrages (catastrophe fondatrice), son vecu veridique mais aussi son vecu vrai, tout aussi bien alors son mensonge, son desir. L'ecrit temoignera de l'effort a la fois douloureux et merveilleux pour atteindre une quelconque purete, laquelle ? mais celle du temps bien sur | le temps pur sera le refuge de l'etre confronte a l'impossibilite du reel, lequel refuse le desir. Le desir, meme spolie de sa realisation, le desir qui est emoi, sauve le corps du sournois grignotement des jours. Le reel est cruel. . . Il faut dormir, il faut boire ou bien mourir | souvent l'on tue, soi ou un autre. . . Mais aussi l'on attend la folie, la douce folie, cette redemption | les personnages, ces fousd'ailleurs toujours si beaux- au comble de l'ignorance, de l'indifference et de l'absence, semblent savoir. C'est que la souffrance, qui est ecoute particuliere de l'univers, procure la connaissance. Le delire des fous exprimera l'absolu de la perte, l'absence de dieu, il sera donc texte sacre. Le corps qui ecrit est soumis au flux et au reflux de la memoire, du desir, de l'emotion. . . L'oeuvre durassienne sera d'une sincerite inoubliable, entrainee malgre le malheur des jours vers l'espace absolu : celui de la foi de ressusciter, de creer. . . Le bonheur.

Because she was born very far from where she lives, she became attached to the far east of her girlhood. Marguerite duras suffers fiercely while she wrestles with her past. The feeling of an infinite loss generates a feeling of nostalgia which imbues her books or the works of her life. We can hear the call from a body to another body : the body of memory, the body of creation which will sing the song of the desperate love of the mother, of the brother, of asia. . . In her works marguerite duras exhausts her real-life, particularly since the dams crumbled down (the founding catastrophe), her truthful real-life but also her true life and then equally her lie, her desire which will reach some purity ; what sort of purity ? the purity of time, of course | this time will be the sanctuary of the human being who will be confronted to the cruelty of reality, which refuses the desire. The desire, even deprived of his realisation, the desire which is an emotion saves the human being from the slow destruction, which is the pith of the human being. Reality is fierce, we have to sleep, we have to drink or to perish | we have often to kill, oneself or somebody else. We are also waiting for madness, a sweet madness, this redemption | the characters, those fools -always so beautiful- at the peak of ignorance, of detachment, of absence, seem to know. It's true that hardship, which is a particular way of comprehension of the world gives the understanding. The delirium of the fool is the explanation of the infinite loss, the absence of god, the delirium will be the holy text. The body which writes, depends on the ebb and flow of memory, desire, emotion. . . Marguerite duras' works (dragged in spite of every day's adversity towards unlimited space) will be true and unforgettable. This unlimited space gives the delight to resuscitate, to create. . . Happiness.