Alain-Fournier’s last great adventure

In one of his letters, Alain-Fournier, author of Le Grand Meaulnes, wrote, “I have loved those who were so strong and so visionary that they seemed to create around them an unknown world.” One hundred years after its publication, Fournier’s own mysterious domain still beckons. Continue reading Alain-Fournier’s last great adventure

Seashells on the shore of memory

“The places we have known do not belong only to the world of space on which we map them for our own convenience. They were only a thin slice in between contiguous impressions that composed our life at that time; the memory of a particular image is but regret for a particular moment; and houses, roads, avenues are as fugitive, alas, as the years.” Continue reading Seashells on the shore of memory

Living with passion, departing with grace

At the end of Shakespeare’s play The Tempest, the spirits have all “melted into air” and Prospero laments the passing of the “insubstantial pageant” that is life. It’s a common dream, discovering an enchanted land and searching for a way back only to find a faded photograph or an aching absence. Continue reading Living with passion, departing with grace