"On n'est pas dans le futurisme, mais dans un drame bourgeois ou un thriller atmosphérique"
'The long hangar of the turf shed faces the Broad Road where cars whine. There our winter warmth is stored . . .' For more than half a century John Montague has brought a lively diversity of voice and experience to Irish poetry. 'He is,' as John Carey wrote in The Sunday Times, 'virtually Ireland's poet laureate . . . His best poems are all autobiographical, and mostly about his aunts' farm in County Tyrone . . . Splinter-sharp, they go straight to the heart, and catch in the memory like burrs.' Speech Lessons, his latest collection, reprises the great themes of his work his own, his family's and his province's histories. From signs of silent affection on that Ulster farm, the stations of a journey towards a fluent voice, re-imaginings of a bicycle trip along the Marne in the late 1940s and reflections on a President's resignation, he continues his acts of excavation and recreation. 'In My Grandfather's Mansion', a compendium of memories and another of the author's extended works with a hint of the epic note, is the hub of an uncommonly enterprising and exuberant book.
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"On n'est pas dans le futurisme, mais dans un drame bourgeois ou un thriller atmosphérique"
L'auteur se glisse en reporter discret au sein de sa propre famille pour en dresser un portrait d'une humanité forte et fragile
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