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Pierre and Luce, Romain RollandPierre et Luce is a 1920 novel by the Nobel Prize-winning French author Romain Rolland. It focuses on the impact of the First World War on two lovers, Pierre and Luce.
The older brother of Pierre is off fighting on the Western Front. The novel also seems to depict the Paris Gun attack on the St-Gervais-et-St-Protais Church.عنوانها: جزیره ای در طوفان (پی یر و لوسی)؛ پی یر و لوسی؛ نویسنده: رومن رولان؛ تاریخ نخستین خوانش: روز سیزدهم ماه سپتامبر سال 1986 میلادیعنوان: ج Pierre and Luce, Romain RollandPierre et Luce is a 1920 novel by the Nobel Prize-winning French author Romain Rolland. It focuses on the impact of the First World War on two lovers, Pierre and Luce. The older brother of Pierre is off fighting on the Western Front. This is a beautiful story about first love.
Not a word is overdone. Feelings are allowed to reach the reader in the most delicate and precious way. Rolland's words. 'Through the portals of his eyes into his heart she entered, she entered all complete; and the door closed. Noises from without fell to nothing. She was there.'
'She did not look at him. In fact she did not even know as yet of his existence. And yet she was there inside him. He held her image there, speechle This is a beautiful story about first love. Not a word is overdone.
Feelings are allowed to reach the reader in the most delicate and precious way. Rolland's words.
'Through the portals of his eyes into his heart she entered, she entered all complete; and the door closed. Noises from without fell to nothing. She was there.' 'She did not look at him.
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In fact she did not even know as yet of his existence. And yet she was there inside him. He held her image there, speechless, crushed in his arms, and he dared not breathe for fear that his breath might ruffle her.'
'both of them were in accord as to a mute resolve not to look into the future'Rolland's works held a special place in the hearts of young people in the 1920s and 1930s wanting to love and survive in the midst of the constant threat of war and evil worse than war. I am planning to have the German boy in my novel-in-progress read 'Pierre and Luce' at a time when he is separated from the girl he loves, maybe forever, is confused and conflicted by his life, and is looking for a way to understand and come to peace with his feelings. He won't find peace but I believe he will find the effort worthwhile. Through the portals of his eyes into his heart she entered, she entered all complete; and the door closed. Noises from without fell to nothing. She was there.She did not look at him. In fact she did not even know as yet of his existence.
And yet she was there inside him. He held her image there, speechless, crushed in his arms, and he dared not breathe for fear that his breath might ruffle her.Pierre was a bit suspicious of this new-found calm. He suspected that it concealed un Through the portals of his eyes into his heart she entered, she entered all complete; and the door closed. Noises from without fell to nothing.
She was there.She did not look at him. In fact she did not even know as yet of his existence. And yet she was there inside him. He held her image there, speechless, crushed in his arms, and he dared not breathe for fear that his breath might ruffle her.Pierre was a bit suspicious of this new-found calm. He suspected that it concealed under a passing truce a much worse return of the pain which was merely taking breath.
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Already was he acquainted with the respites that are obtained through the arts. When into our eyes penetrate the divine proportions of lines and colors, or into the voluptuous windings of the sonorous ear-shell the lovely, varied play of accords which combine and interlock in obedience to the laws of harmonious numbers, peace takes possession of us and joy inundates our souls.
But that is a radiance which comes from outside; one would say from a sun, the distant fires of which hold us in suspense fascinated, lifted high above our life. It endures only a moment and then one falls again. Art is never more than a passing forgetfulness of the actual, the real.That perpetual feeling of emptiness at the end, emptiness that is underneath and everywhere hidden beneath the cruel and absurd illusion of the world—this it was that swept aside all his enthusiasms.
It was with much tentativeness that I began reading my first book by Romain Rolland. I have always wondered what is so distinguished about this author that Stefan Zweig, a man in possession of the most extraordinary gift for writing, should laud him as the person “who was to be Europe’s conscience in a crucial hour,” and whose work was meant to serve “not one European nation but all of them and their brotherhood”.
Thus, it is not surprising that I cherished a high expect It was with much tentativeness that I began reading my first book by Romain Rolland. I have always wondered what is so distinguished about this author that Stefan Zweig, a man in possession of the most extraordinary gift for writing, should laud him as the person “who was to be Europe’s conscience in a crucial hour,” and whose work was meant to serve “not one European nation but all of them and their brotherhood”. Thus, it is not surprising that I cherished a high expectation for Romain Rolland—too high perhaps, due to my profound love and respect for Stefan Zweig, that I feared even a slight disappointment felt upon reading his work might plunge my impression of him into an abyss.Fortunately, this book is such a well-rendered art piece that it leaves no room for me to doubt the lofty position to which Romain Rolland was held in the mind of Stefan Zweig. There is, alas, nowhere to be found the thrilling plot that one would normally expect of a love story. Yet, each sentence of this book was so carefully polished that I firmly believe the beauty of this art piece lies not in its content but in its prose style. The prose of Romain Rolland is ethereal, lyrical, and poetic. It is as pure as the relationship between Pierre and Luce, and as devoid of the harshness one normally contracts through war as the protagonists' relationship is seemingly unaffected by the rampant political violence.Indeed, I am given the impression that Pierre and Luce are a direct reflection of Romain Rolland himself; and through the depiction of this couple, the author actually offered us a glimpse into his own introspection.
I suspect Romain Rolland must have felt guilty about his innocent and egotistical passion for literature. For just as how the couple's guilty, innocent, and egotistical love is out of place during the war, so the slow pace of Romain Roland's prose was utterly incongruous with the fast pace of the world in which he lived, and his writing showed an inherent unconcern toward his chaotic surroundings.The ending of this book, I presume, symbols the transcendence of the couple’s love into eternal purity as well as Romain Rolland’s wish that his writing should forever remain unsullied in a world of vice. The tragedy that eventually befalls Pierre and Luce is thus by no means a punishment. It is salvation.I shall look forward to reading, possibly by the end of this year.
Why are things so beautiful? And we so so poor, so mediocre, so ugly!
(unless it be you, my love, unless it be you!)Basically it is just another teenager love story set in same tradition like 'Romeo and Juliet', Eric Segal's 'love Story' and 'Titanic' - and don't even start me about Bollywood movies. The idea is at least one of the lovers have to die. That is supposed to be really romantic for some reason beyond my understanding. I ran out of little hormone in me that was supposed to produce rom Why are things so beautiful?
And we so so poor, so mediocre, so ugly! (unless it be you, my love, unless it be you!)Basically it is just another teenager love story set in same tradition like 'Romeo and Juliet', Eric Segal's 'love Story' and 'Titanic' - and don't even start me about Bollywood movies. The idea is at least one of the lovers have to die. That is supposed to be really romantic for some reason beyond my understanding. I ran out of little hormone in me that was supposed to produce romantic feeling the first time I saw Jennifer Annisten. This one also comes from that another tradition where one of lovers is rich and another poor (Must. Movies.) However in this case they neither commit suicide nor it is their family which kills them.She did not answer but when the tram was in motion she made a 'yes' with her eyelids and he read on her lips with out her having spoken: 'Yes, Pierre.'
The Nobel laureate sets the story in times of World war one, and it is too simple - two innocent hearts choosing to die rather than be taken to be a part of a violent war. They do not want to murder or work in weapon factories and would rather die while still innocent in heart:'We are none too well equiped for this world where people know how to sing nothing else but 'Marseillaise'.' 'Good enough it they know how to sing that!' With war in background, their little love story reads like a little flower standing alone on a battle field waiting to be crushed ( Life, its just paying.) - and even the flower itself can see its destiny. And yet it is not afraid of dreaming:They tasted exquisite small joys of the hearth of the future. They knew that nothing of the sort would occur- Pierre through presentiment of his native pessimism - Luce through the clairvoyance of love which understood the practical impossibility of the marriage. That is why they hasted to enjoy it in their dream.
And each concealed from other the certainty that it could not be anything else but a dream. Each believe that this secret was personal and watched, deeply touched, over the other's illusion.I wouldn't have liked another version of children playing lovers but its prose read so much like poetry - except for a single paragraph (we shall save it for end), there is not a single word out of place. Instead simple things are formed into beautiful phrases.
Compared to Romeo and Juliet, characters and their love are so much more developed and their love is believable for most part. I'm actually surprised as tow why it is not more popular.They hid their heads in their beds under the bedclothes as a child during a thunderstorm - not at all from fear (they were positive that nothing could happen to them) but in order to dream.What spoiled it for me was a paragraph, just one stupid little paragraph, that could be easily read as carrying prejudice against Jews and which made me keep one star from the story. Why Rolland had to spoil it? Why couldn't he let it be simple as it was so far:You are just Luce and I am Pierre.' The other night both of us were afraid.' 'yes,' said he, 'how good it was.'