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THE KEY TO WRITING

What is a "good" writing workshop? Personally, I can not answer this question. What I do know, however, and claims, even to do my specificity and the workshops of La Clef animated by yours truly, can be summarized in three points :

1) Before writing, read . We can not claim to start writing without being an avid reader. Elementary ... No?
2) Since we must read, must read as well. Despite school memories can be traumatic, and contrary to popular belief, the "classics" are not boring. Simple common sense. If books written by authors long gone still shine a thousand lights, there must be a reason. Hence the importance of literary culture . This can be learned and develop at any age. Can we love language and writing without having attended Ladies Princess of Cleves, Bovary, Renal, Gilberte and Albertine etc ... without having tasted a few verses of Racine, Marivaux few lines? Is this a quaint vision?
I do not think so.
not prevented, nor the incursions at major European, Russian, German, Italian, English, and modern, although I recommend not to be limited to reading "too cool prose."
Simenon, Albert Cohen, Celine, Camus, Le Clezio, Christian Bobin etc ... were (and are) already almost classic. There are many others.
3) After discussing some principles of creativity, such as developed often by the greatest writers, should address all genres in order their appearance in history literature, including poetry and drama (dialogue, skit), the new, finally, as the anteroom of the novel.


This is the practice of Workshops The Key for ten years and their trademark in a way, a practice that can not exist without the absolute requirement to be playful and interactivity by now well known formula: C
ritique abolished
Q UANTITY first (the more one writes, the more likely it is to secrete a pearl)
F arfelu welcome
D evelopment systematic. (From what was presented to participants)

finally mention the use of the Mental Map as a remedy for "the anxiety of the blank page" and release mode right brain, the cons tyranny of the left brain.

Before concluding, let's reading, writing matrix. How to read so to profit? : simply being bi-reader, reading twice:

- Once for the pleasure , letting himself go with the text, even skipping a few pages, if you find it a little too hard. A large university was using the sexual metaphor in his advice to read difficult works, "caress the text, he said bypass it, no immediate penetration ..."
- a second time, a replay as a tool , to observe how the author made, and in the toolkit, you are 7:
• Who? (Actors, characters, the "characters" and their role)
• What? (The plot, topic, motivations)
• Where? (Places, backgrounds)
• When (time, temporal relationships)
• Why? (Motivations, Spring)
• How? (Is there repetition, structure)
• How (psychology, language, style)

Writing has a key. It is located in La Clef Saint-Germain-en-Laye .

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THE BIG SECRET. THE WORLD IS THERE REALLY?

Louis de Broglie (1892-1987)
The world is he really or is it a shadow?
Many philosophers, in various forms has posed the question: "Why is there something rather than nothing?". Well, eventually there would rather say nothing than something the latest cutting-edge physics. Our world might well be just a collective hallucination. It sounds like a joke but is not. During a scientific conclave on the banks of Lake Constance last summer, fifty theoretical physicists the most serious and licensed are able to hypothesize that the world could well be a kind of hallucination shared. Certainly our knowledge allows us to describe the material in its intimacy, the origins of the universe ... etc. ... but in fact physics has really developed a model representation of things and do not represent the reality of things themselves . We have a "vision" of reality but do not confuse it with the essence of it. All this is not a joke and these theories are supported by mathematical models scientists as explained Alexei Grinbaum Russian physicist and epistemologist at the Ecole Polytechnique in Paris.
And so we ourselves are only shadows. Hard drive ...! We
already knew that being loved is composed of over 80% water, now he is a ghost, a vulgar ectoplasm!
As stated in its eighth Pythian, in the fifth century BC the Greek poet Pindar, " Man is the dream of a shadow"
(But all the most recent discoveries of physics would have been possible without:
Louis de Broglie the founder of quantum mechanics, we forget too often in favor of pure Einstein).

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Tourgueniev1818-1883: Clara Militch

Turgenev is one of those giants of Russian littarature gets overlooked a bit too fréquenter.Qui did not read this classic: First Love?
is another book I want to talk about today. " CLARA MILITCH " is a novella in which Turgenev condenses an incredible and moving story of love beyond death: When Jacques Aratov encounters a strange and talented actress, but it is especially troubled by emotional behavior the young woman. Every time he sees representation, it seems the eyes of the actress with the intensity set, seeming to ignore the rest of the audience. One day he receives a note from her requesting an appointment ... It
meeting not knowing what to think of it. He later learns that she committed suicide. Aratov then begins a long and desperate search for love on the trail of the dead, to understand his actions. Read
absoument Turgenev: Clara Militch . Gallimard. Folio 2 €
In fact did you know that the Great Russian has lived much of his life close to home in Bougival?

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Writers (unfairly) forgotten (1) Andre Maurois 1885-1967

Andre Maurois (Emile Herzog) is one of the writers of the twentieth century's most unfairly overlooked.
prolific novelist, biographer incomparable essayist in the most diverse fields, his work has delighted many readers from 1920 to 1960. Born in Normandy like his teacher, the philosopher Alain , it belongs to a family of industrialists who left Alsace after the war of 1870. It was a long time industry leader himself before devoting himself exclusively to literature, the success comes. His multifaceted talent exercised in every genre painting with humor English manners observed when he was liaison officer during the First World War. ( silence of Colonel Bramble, and the speeches of Dr. O 'Grady ). He also enjoys the fantastic fables that make it one of the first writers of science fiction in French weigher of souls and the machine to read the thoughts ed. Novelist, he analyzes brilliantly subtle and the intricacies of the human heart: the family circle; Instinct of happiness, and especially Climates , the latter work has ensured his fame.
Maurois's reputation is also based on vivid biographies. (For those that do try, I would strongly recommend its volume: aspects of the biography ). These are very numerous, are works harmoniously constructed scenes that bring the most striking of all existence. The art is exquisite, limpid style and are illustrated by the scruples of the investigation and the novelty of the documentation. Include: In search of Marcel Proust or Lelia the life of George Sand but Chateaubriand and my favorite Turgenev etc ...
Deep psychologist treated her very readable helped many readers in their daily lives: Speech command, Magicians and logicians, the beginning was the action, a lifestyle : a brilliant book in which he analyzes the art of love, the art of writing, the art of thinking , art work and provides valuable advice to the youth, as those who évadent it.

And thanks Climates Maurois as a novelist is universal, whose time of "purgatory" as I can not fail to be completed:

Climates : an acute analysis of the human heart, which dissects the psychology of love as a diptych. The first part is narrated by a man exposes the ins and outs of the forfeiture of his marriage. Gradually the woman he loves him escape ... In the second part is the female perspective on the reverse which is then discussed.
Maurois, with a dazzling style, succeeded in this novel to share with us the reasons for separation as seen by each of the protagonists: men and women.

Maurois is definitely an author to review. It must still find Climates in paperback. For other titles, so you can purchase on the Web or from booksellers, please do. You will not regret point.
Finally, a quote, not Maurois, but the philosopher Alain, highlighted by Climates:
"We always want to try the eternal anywhere but here, we always turn the gaze of the mind to anything but the present situation and this appearance, or we expect to die as if every moment was not to die and live again. Every moment a new life is offered to us. Today, now, immediately, is our only outlet "
So? You will not want to read and (re) discoveries this great writer?

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First viste vet , the puppies are in excellent health, they have been vaccinated, micro-chipped and wormed.

Their first visit at The Veterinarians, puppies are in excellent santé, They Were inoculated, dewormed and micro-chipping.

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My favorite picture: that of Manon Ballletti by Jean-Marc Nattier

Manon ballet by Jean-Marc Nattier

My favorite picture because it sums up his own engineering and The grace of the eighteenth century French. It is the Manon Balletti . Who was this young person?
But before we come to it, remember who was the great painter, author of the work.

Jean-Marc Nattier , born March 17, 1685 in Paris, where he died November 7, 1766, is a French painter. Official portrait of the Orleans family then the court of Louis XV in 1748, he painted all the significant figures of his time, among them Marshal de Saxe (Dresden Museum), the Empress Maria Theresa ( Museum of Brussels) Queen Marie Leszczynska, ladies and Henriette Adelaide, King's daughters, who figured the salon of 1758 and are Museum of Versailles and the Dauphin, the Dauphine, Mademoiselle de Beaujolais, the Chartres, Clermont, etc..
go back a little later, parents of the beautiful Manon.

1715.
In Paris, the advent of the Regent, and soon the awakening of pleasure. At the Hotel de Bourgogne, Parisians flock to cheer on the famous Comedie-Italienne in which Harlequin, Pantaloon, Lelio and Flaminia disclaim all variations of love and effrontery. A young girl of fifteen, Silvia (ballet), the prima amorosa , will quickly make the conquest of Paris. Her charm, her grace, her "je ne sais quoi" a hundred times more disturbing that beauty will save at his feet Marivaux and his genius.
He gave them in exchange for his talent, the most beautiful confession, the nicest rejection, the most beautiful words of love ever written by an author for an actress, a woman (Game of the Love and Chance (1730) and The False Confessions (1737). The Surprises of Love, The Double Inconstancy)

The marriage of Silvia and Mario Balletti was fertile, they had several children, one daughter, the youngest, named Maria Maddalena. This will become known as Manon Balletti also a great actress and dancer, as famous as his mother, and very young, barely a teenager, she has a love affair with Casanova. adventurer during his stay in Paris is hosted by the Ballet and Manon knows little of her childhood. In 1757, when Manon was only 17 years and became a teenager charming and irresistible it ignites for her and they became engaged. Casanova, however, can not help but to travel and engage in new adventures. They stay in contact through correspondence and letters of Manon testify for some time to return a true passion. Then, Casanova seems to forget her engagement and Manon decides to break with him. Nevertheless, they remain friends, as Silvia and the family keep their friendship for Casanova also.
Show touching letter from Manon to her seducer.
http://www.bmlisieux.com/curiosa/balletti.htm

few readings to accompany this table: throughout the theater of Marivaux (Quintessa the spirit and comedy) and his novels: Life Marianne and The farmer reached. Finally Memoirs of Casanova, which is too often ignored is that one of our greatest French writers.
The three volumes of his memoirs published by Mouthpieces (Robert Laffont) lead us into the frenetic movement of gallantry throughout Europe, intriguing and delicious of the eighteenth century.

finish this sentence with Marivaux: does she not in table?

"The look in a young Woman is a charming performer who always takes care to say complacently that mouth dare pronounce "

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Walk the first rays of summer (my month of June)


Full
lot of things.

A trip to Brittany, first, we received a warm and warm. Between the time she appeared in the lobby of the station, and when they waved their little white handkerchief on the dock two days later, there was a very pleasant lunch at Mizuna (I had asked to return),



a nap on the grass, shopping, a champagne cocktail-foie gras pizza (trio approved!), followed by a delicious Basque chicken simmered with great care by the cook .



The next day, finding market Lices, unfortunately too late to hope to see the famous Annie vegetables Bertin. In our basket: the kouign amann, pancakes pastry, yogurt, tomatoes, smoked salmon, and other things. But the breakfast was simple and frugal.
The long walk of the afternoon at the Pointe du Grouin, and the impromptu on a beach near Saint Malo we opened the appetite for a dinner at Tanpopo that would be exquisite end to end (even if the classification of favorite dishes would not be the same for each). I loved the title of their dinner menu, so poetic, as well as service, mistaking kindness.





Do not go to Saint Malo without reserving a table Tanpopo! (In Paris, to live an experience as amazing, climb the hill of Montmartre and sit down to Gilo Gilo , where we let a single seven-course menu, as refined and original, but more expensive Paris forces. A kitchen artist that is worth the detour).

Walk in Dinard on the last day was the scene of a hilarious discussion about our injuries and our respective culinary cravings for junk food the most shameful. Where you could learn that bream baked brains and tuna in tomato sauce played a role in the lives of our beloved, and that moment noodles, breads and other knaki milk industry (an incomparable softness) are a delight to our taste (yes A myth collapses).
As the visit of Saint Jacut could not be done, it will return (Patoumi diabolical strategy and G. consisting promise us something that will take place the next time).

Thank you both and vive la Bretagne! :-)

A week later, deep in the 14th district, we share all four a giant profiterole in a restaurant dear to me. That evening, at the Montparnasse station, it was our turn to wave our handkerchiefs on the platform. I thought it was incredibly lucky to have met someone with whom I shared much in common (except D. Vincent, Valerie M. and Sophia C., if you know who I mean) and which can, by its ancient origins as well, so I understand ...

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Operation All restaurant. Kaiseki lunch at was horribly disappointing, not at all up to his reputation. Fish without interest, karaage cold chicken, all softened and barely cooked and a miniature tart very poorly stocked (two blackberries, raspberries and two half-quarter of strawberry). We found they laughed a little world, that if you participated in the operation, he had to play the game a minimum without cutting much on the quantity and quality. I certainly do not go back in a restaurant where it costs over 100 euros to qualify for a real good meal. Especially at this price, you can dine on both Gilo Gilo AND Tanpopo (well, not that night).
Helene Darroze, however, do not make fun of the world. Foie gras is served generously, and hake in Saint Jean de Luz cooked nacre (eaten with a spoon-fork quite unusual) is a marvel of fish. Flaky in pretty pearlescent petals, texture and flavor unmatched.





****** There was a lonely Saturday in mid-June I returned to see the exhibition Kai & Guibert (for the Guibert), which closed the same evening.
There was a strange moment, where I sipped a cappuccino in the basement of the gallery with two strangers, while watching the erotic photos of one of them (in very bad taste, indeed - no coffee, picture).
Leaving there, I took the rue du Faubourg Saint Honore, direction Saint Philippe du Roule, and I found myself, a few blocks away, in front of my parents' former restaurant, now a Thai restaurant. It was already dinner time, the door was open. I do not recognize anything. The bar under the stairs, had disappeared, the arrangement of tables was not the same. Everything had changed. I stayed at the door, prohibited, for a few minutes.
I saw my childhood. I reviewed the restaurant packed lunch and waitresses running in all directions, when I was tiny, and Wednesdays where I lunched rapidly on the kitchen table before going to dance classes . I saw countless birthday parties with the whole family, cousins, friends of my parents with their children, a swarm of children throughout the restaurant, and then the famous layer cakes, which we marveled both. I reviewed at the end of adolescence, working at the bar to help my parents during the summer and spend my breaks in the afternoon at my lessons in Norwegian, in the calm on the first floor (I was my notes on paper bearing the letterhead of the restaurant). I saw the stolen moments in the kitchen I was trying to observe without interfering with Mango dad (the flames that were outside of the wok terrified me, I was always afraid he will burn your hands). I have seen difficult times in the mid-1990s, when the customer became more rare: the crisis was over there. I also reviewed all meals with family, friends, for thirty years.
This place where I grew up and who had nurtured for so long, this second house was gone. Tears came to my eyes.

On the way home I stopped at a vendor to take a sushi tray of edamame, which would act dinner. Did I say it was my guilty pleasure and my great obsession of the moment? I think it's the only food of plant origin (with beans) (I'm not talking about fruit, of course) that I can eat with a frank gluttony.

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Another Saturday lunch at Cosi: sandwiches always so good (cosi day for my chicken for me and Tom Dooley), a bread hot and slightly crispy, like a pizza dough but better. The heat had settled for good, we opted for a refreshing dessert in Grom (raspberry chocolate for my chicken - for the first Once, he took no pistachio I asked him if he was sick ... - Sicilian lemon granita for me). Followed by a tasting of sake unexpected, very informative and very funny at Workshop Issé (that of St. Germain), where we went with two small bottles (with different polishing rate). I finally found a use for the tiny ceramic cups brought from China by my parents.

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And a CSD ending. A. returned from her maternity leave, I returned his office, and the two weeks that followed, I felt a little sad and wistful ... The good news is that Mr. is pregnant, in turn, and that I was chosen to replace her as well. Appointment is made for late August, when Act 2 begins. I think a lot of stop-gap career opened up for me.

I do not cook much these days, so nothing interesting to put in their mouths, except clafoutis four in less than two weeks, which were the delight of my former and future colleagues. The recipe you already know , it is really great, without wanting to throw flowers. Bring this great dessert for your work, your colleagues will love you.

that, I'll leave you. In a few days , I'll to Vienna, and I can not believe it.