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Han Ryner, “Love Victorious” (1917)

September 30, 2012 Shawn P. Wilbur
Love Victorious For ten years, Pierre Vaumeil passed for mad. Previously, he had been a savant, but the death of a beloved women had, everyone in the little town maintained, destroyed his mind. Often we walked in the country. At times he spoke in a loud voice. Someone said to him: “You speak alone, M. Vaumeil?” He replied: “I am never alone.” And sometimes he told a story, perhaps symbolic, of which he listeners understood nothing. So his reputation as a madman was solidly established. The other day, he wandered according to his custom. A dozen of the curious followed […]
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Jean Grave, The Adventures of Nono — Chapter V

September 23, 2012 Shawn P. Wilbur
THE ADVENTURES OF NONO by JEAN GRAVE [continued from Chapter IV]   V GLUTTONY PUNISHED The castle that the children headed towards stood on a broad, well-sanded esplanade, cut through large lawns, some of which were planted with trees. Under these trees those not at work harvesting fruit, or milking cows, had set some large, square tables, which, this evening, in honor of the new arrival, on been arrange end to end, but were ordinary set up apart from one another, covered with fine tablecloths, bearing plates and dishes embellished with simple designs in raw tones. Chairs indicated the place […]
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Paschal Grousset, “The Dream of an Irreconcilable” (1869)

September 21, 2012 Shawn P. Wilbur
[one_third padding=”0 10px 0 0px”] [/one_third][two_third_last padding=”0 0px 0 10px”] I’ve posted a working translation of Paschal Grousset’s 1869 The Dream of an Irreconcilable, an odd little political “utopia” of sorts, which begins with the narrator falling asleep over his newspaper, as he reads the new revisions to the French constitution, explores in a novel fashion some of the details of a rather Paris Commune-like post-revolutionary future, and then ends with one last jab at the current regime. Translation is, in this case, simply the first step in making the work intelligible, since it is full to overflowing with topical […]
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Five-sixths of a Smart Set set

September 11, 2012 Shawn P. Wilbur
Over at From the Libertarian Library, I’ve added translations of two more of the short stories by Han Ryner published in French in The Smart Set: “The Cheapskate” (1913) “The Paradox” (1913) “The Secret of Don Juan” (1915) “Deo Optimo Maximo” (1919) “The Little Exile” (1920) Of the new pieces, one revolves around a bit of wordplay which translates fairly well, and the other is rather opaque in any language. All are entertaining, and together I think they give some indication of Ryner’s breadth as a writer of fiction. The sixth story was not available online, and I’ve sent of […]
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Han Ryner, Deo Optimo Maximo (1919)

September 11, 2012 Shawn P. Wilbur
Deo Optimo Maximo By Han Ryner L’HOMME parle: O Dieu, tu ne saurais m’entendre, et pourtant je te parle. Comme il m’arrive de parler à Hélène, à don Quichotte, à Faust, ou à quelque autre de mes fils. Mais à plusieurs de mes fils je parle en me glorifiant, car je leur ai donné le trésor d’immortalité. Toi à qui je n’ai su donner que la pauvre éternité, je te parle en humilité inquiète. O mon fils que j’appelais Père, je n’ai pas su te créer viable, et, voici que tu es mort. Lorsque je te créai Dieu, je ne […]
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Han Ryner, “Duel upon Duel” (“The Penny-Pincher”) (1899)

September 10, 2012 Shawn P. Wilbur
Duel sur Duel (L’AVARE) Par Han Ryner LORSQUE, au bras de son mari, Mme Geneviève Serre se promenait sur l’Esplanade, grande, souple et lente, le visage vaguement éclairé d’un sourire, les jeunes gens de la petite ville suivaient d’un long regard cette statue qui marche. Us la trouvaient belle, malgré la sobriété de ses lignes, et leurs rêves émus lui faisaient une ardente escorte. Elle ignorait les désirs soulevés sur ses pas et, si elle eût deviné leur accompagnement, elle s’en fût irritée comme d’injures. Elle était restée la rougissante et irritable pensionnaire qui, ne comprenant jamais avec netteté, se […]
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Jean Grave, The Adventures of Nono — Chapter IV

September 9, 2012 Shawn P. Wilbur
THE ADVENTURES OF NONO by JEAN GRAVE [continued from Chapter III]   IV IN THE COUNTRY OF AUTONOMY The sun continued its course. If he did not want to let himself by caught by nightfall in his solitude, it was necessary that our wanderer not let himself be beaten down by sadness. He must, on the contrary, summon all his energy and get on his way again. So, shaking his head, as a sign of his resolution and to chase away unwelcome ideas, he got up to resume his journey, but not before tying up two of the baskets of […]
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Jean Grave, The Adventures of Nono — Chapter III

September 7, 2012 Shawn P. Wilbur
THE ADVENTURES OF NONO by JEAN GRAVE [continued from Chapter II]   III WE LEARN BY TRAVELING The reflections of our little friend were not cheerful: In what country was he? Would he find something to eat? Was he doomed to die of hunger, or, like a new Robinson Crusoe, would he be forced to make the best of his life, far from every companion? Robinson, in his shipwreck, had been able to save weapons, tools, and provisions. He had landed on an island stocked with game and edible fruits. In his walk Nono had seen nothing edible, apart from […]
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Jean Grave, The Adventures of Nono — Chapter II

September 3, 2012 Shawn P. Wilbur
[I ended up neglecting The Adventures of Nono for longer than I had intended, while some other projects came together, but it’s time to return to our anarchist children’s novel.] THE ADVENTURES OF NONO by JEAN GRAVE [continued from Chapter I]   II.  FIRST ADVENTURES When Nono awoke, it was broad daylight. But, surprisingly, instead of being in his bed he was lying on a lawn thick, filled with flowers raising their petalsover the green grass. The sun lit up that place, making the floral colors gleam, shimmering off the variegated wings of the countless insects that fluttering in its […]
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Jenny P. d’Hericourt (as Félix Lamb), “The Valain Family” (1847)

August 1, 2012
The Valain Family. It was January 7; the winter was cold and foggy; the icy north wind roared around the ancient buildings of old Paris blew off the snow, which, like a white shroud, covered their dome. The inhabitant of the sumptuous hotel, dressed in silk, cashmere andfur, stretched idly on the duvet, and a warm and fragrant atmosphere, watched the sparks that outlined the rich mantelpiece of his fireplace twinkle, all while savoring the exquisite wines and delicate dishes served in their fancy dishes. He waited in a sweet indolence for the night to bring his the pleasures of […]