Book - Chronicles of the Mountain T1

“I never have time to disgorge a twentieth of what I accumulate, and later, it will be too late.” It is to respond to this emergency that Alexandre Vialatte (1901-1971) created a literary genre of his own: the chronicle.
From his twentieth year until his death, he composed hundreds of them, for The Rhenish Review , The Crapouillot , The Intransigent, The Monitor , The Era , The New French Review, Marie-Claire , The Eastern Journal , The Little Dolphin and for The Mountain . This Auvergne daily offers him a column every week and gives him complete freedom to talk about everything, except politics.
So, for eighteen years, every Sunday evening, Vialatte took his copy to the mail car of the 11:11 p.m. train. It was only two or three times that he missed his appointment. What is he talking about? Everything, nothing. Sometimes he tackles a novel, sometimes a play or a collection of poems, he evokes a film, makes fun of a primary truth, delves into a commonplace, comments on a proverb. The chronicle is the work of a walker, a stroller, a philosopher. “A chronicle – said Alexandre Vialatte – should be made to grow like a grass in the cracks of a wall, in the stones of the schedule. Pierre Vialatte, in his own way, gives us back lost time. He belongs to the family of Saint-Simon and Proust.
Number of pages: 1140
Dimensions: 13.30 x 20.00 x 3.20 cm

Assembly: France

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