The place smelled of fairgrounds, of lazy crowds, of nights when you stayed out because you couldn't go to bed, and it smelled like New York, of its calm and brutal indifference.
Georges SimenonTags: new-york
We are all potentially characters in a novel--with the difference that characters in a novel really get to live their lives to the full.
Georges SimenonI would like to carve my novel in a piece of wood. My characters—I would like to have them heavier, more three-dimensional ... My characters have a profession, have characteristics; you know their age, their family situation, and everything. But I try to make each one of those characters heavy, like a statue, and to be the brother of everybody in the world.
Georges SimenonTags: inspirational writing characterisation
It just happened. As though a moment comes when it's both necessary and natural to make a decision that has long since been made.
Georges SimenonWhen he went out it was freezing, and a pale winter sun was rising over Paris.
No thought of escape had as yet crossed Monsieur Monde's mind.
'Morning, Joseph.'
'Morning, monsieur.'
As a matter of fact, it started like an attack of flu. In the car he felt a shiver. He was very susceptible to head colds. Some winters they would hang on for weeks, and his pockets would be stuffed with wet handkerchiefs, which mortified him. Moreover, that morning he ached all over, perhaps from having slept in an awkward position, or was it a touch of indigestion due to last night's supper?
'I'm getting flu,' he thought.
Then, just as they were crossing the Grands Boulevards, instead of automatically checking the time on the electric clock as he usually did, he raised his eyes and noticed the pink chimney pots outlined against a pale blue sky where a tiny white cloud was floating.
It reminded him of the sea. The harmony of blue and pink suddenly brought a breath of Mediterranean air to his mind, and he envied people who, at that time of year, lived in the South and wore white flannels.
Неужели человек, не сумевший достойно устроить свою жизнь, имеет право ставить под вопрос результат стольких усилий лишь на том основании, что он - ваш брат?
(Сименон, До самой сути, с. 46)
Tags: family
Si parte da un dettaglio qualsiasi, talvolta di poco conto, e senza volerlo si giunge a scoprire grandi princìpi.
Georges SimenonWriting is not a profession but a vocation of unhappiness. I don't think an artist can ever be happy.
Georges SimenonQuesta volta lui fu incapace di girare la testa dall'altra parte, tanto il suo volto lo affascinava. Mai neppure nei momenti in cui i loro corpi erano stati più uniti, l'aveva trovata così bella, così raggiante. Mai aveva visto sulla sua bocca carnosa un sorriso che esprimesse così intensamente il trionfo dell'amore. Mai, con un solo sguardo, si era impossessata di lui in modo così totale.
«Lo vedi, Tony,» gli gridò «non ci hanno separati!».
Ce n’est pas possible d’éplucher des pommes de terre et de gratter des carottes en combinaison.
Georges SimenonPage 1 of 2.
next last »
Data privacy
Imprint
Contact
Diese Website verwendet Cookies, um Ihnen die bestmögliche Funktionalität bieten zu können.