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A La Une, Urania

Writing across languages: the challenge of transnational literature in Canada.

An oxymoron by excellence, Canadian literature offers a number of singularities, especially when it is written by members of an immigrant community. Italian-Canadian literature is a case indeed. Although it may resemble postcolonial literature, it differs from it in many ways. It can be understood, of course, through the book, and thus reveals the ecosystem of languages that produces and promotes its circulation. So let’s start at the beginning, with “the influence of the book”, the title of the first Canadian novel. What was the influence of Italian books in Canada ?

For publication in Italian alone is no longer the only criterion for appreciation. Present in Sulpician libraries as early as the 17th century i, the Italian-language book immediately asserted itself as an index of the ‘transculturation’ in action in this rapidly changing colonial society: a publishing constant right up to the present day.

Mass emigration to Canada, ‘the last frontier “ii at the turn of the last century, created the conditions for its rise. It was the Italian press network, first the channel of communication for immigration agents and then for Fascist associations, which would later serve as its matrixiii. On the eve of the Second World War, the Italian community numbered some 100,000 expatriates, an ideal readership for the contributors to these newspapers.

Gli Italiani ‘veri’
The first to break the ice was Mario Duliani (1885–1964). La Città senza donne (1944) is a first-person account of his internment in labour camps during the war, along with 600 of his compatriots. But the book was first written in French, before the author translated it into Italian the following yeariv. Italian publisher Cosmo Iannone reissued it in 2018v.
This linguistic versatility is characteristic of many Italian writers like Giose Rimanelli. This brilliant writer, whose reputation was tarnished by his youthful adherence to Fascism, was the subject of his first novel, il tiro al piccione. This rare example of the literature of the vanquished was to seduce Cesare Pavese just before his suicide. The novel was eventually published by Elio Vittorini in Mondadori’s prestigious ‘Medusa degli Italiani’ collection. Rimanelli published his other novels in Italy, but lived until his death in the United States and Canada, teaching at their leading universities. In 1953, he even edited the weekly Il Cittadino canadese. As a professor at the University of British Columbia, he took an interest in Canadian literature, and wrote an acclaimed essay, Modern Canadian Stories, (McGraw Hill-Ryerson Press 1966), a landmark in Canadian literature. Although his novels were often written in Italian, it was in English that he published Benedetta in Guysterland (Guernica, 1993), which won the prestigious American Book Award the following year. Four years later, he published Accademia, a novel about the ups and downs of campus life. Molise and Other Poems were published in Ottawa (Legas 1998).

Rimanelli typifies the ever-present paradox of the Italian writer abroad. His linguistic versatility makes him invisible in one or other of the national literature, even though he contributes to making them better known ! Publishing houses that publish exclusively in Italian in Canada are an exception, and often on the initiative of the authors themselves when they don’t publish directly in their mother country. Such is the case of Camillo Carli, founder of the influential weekly Tribuna italiana (1960–1980), arguably the best title in the Italian press. His novel La giornata du Fabio was first published in Italy (Lalli 1984), then translated into French by Maurizia Binda, (Guernica 1991); Tonino Caticchio self-published ‘La poesia italiana del Québec’ (1983); Romano Perticarini of Vancouver wrote his poems in Italian, collected in Via Diaz, in a bilingual edition, translated into English by Carlo Giacobbe, (Guernica 1988); Filippo Salvatore published Tuffo e Gramignia (Simposium, 1977) before translating it under the title: Suns of the Darkness (Guernica 1980); Claudio Antonelli, another Istrian, remains faithful to Dante’s language: Scritti canadesi, partenze e ritorni di un italiano a l’estero, a collection of almost 200 chronicles and lectures on this theme, published in 2002 in Montreal by Losna & Tron. He will publish L’italiano; lingua ‘in tilt’, a kind of dictionary of the Italian language in the test of new technologies (Edarc edizioni, Firenze 2014). He does it again with Cari italiani, le mie lettere a BSV, his digital chronicles (Edarc edizioni, 2017).

But Lamberto Tassinari is undoubtedly the most original of all. Director and co-founder of ViceVersa magazine, in 2009 he published the first edition of his landmark essay « Shakespeare? E il nome d’arte di John Florio ». This was followed by the English translation by William McCuaig (Giano 2013), and finally the French translation by Michel Vaïs, published in Paris (le bord de l’eau, 2016) under the title John Florio alias Shakespeare. The German edition is scheduled for 2024. As the title suggests, the Florentine-born writer authoritatively defendsvi the renewed thesis that Shakesperare is the son of an Italian exile of Jewish origin. A tutor to the English nobility and secretary to the Queen, Florio was, among other things, a lexicographer and translator of Boccacio and Montaigne into English! His position at the heart of the nascent British literature is no stranger to the posture of ‘the margin’ that the great writer Paul Valéry, himself of Italian origin, used to define Italianity. “…Advantage of a position on the fringe’.

Italian-Canadians
The intersection of languages and cultures is also at the heart of the editorial project of the transcultural magazine ViceVersa. Published in Italian, French and Italian, this bimonthly magazine, printed in Montreal from 1983 to 1996 and now available digitally (www.viceversaonline.ca), is considered to be the most innovative Canadian editorial project of the end of the last centuryvii. In these pages, we bring together the key players in Italian-Canadian publishing ‘from sea to sea’. Among them is Antonio d’Alfonso. Founder of Editions Guernica (1977), this publisher, who is also a poet and translator, worked for 33 years to make the authors of the ‘two solitudes’ known in the other language. In the world’s 2nd largest country, the two solitude once explored by writer Hugh McLennan among the descendants of the two colonial powers now extends to migrants and First Nations.

In this perspective, D’Alfonso publishes his compatriots of Italian origin. He played a pivotal role as a pioneer and mediator not only for his own community, but for Canadian publishing as a whole. A writer and filmmaker himself, he won the Trillium Award for his body of work, which includes some forty titles, including In Italics : In Defence of Ethnicity (Guernica 1996) Un vendredi du mois d’août (Leméac 2004) and Two-Headed Man : Collected Poems 1970–2020 (Guernica Editions, 2020). His most recent essay, The Italian Canadian Writer (Exthasis 2023), is an impressive survey of this young literature.

But while his publishing house publishes in all three languages, it is in the English-speaking world that Guernica will make its mark. And with good reason: most of the 2nd and 3rd generation Italian community now speaks English, the” lingua del pane”. In 1988, in Vancouver, The Association of Italian Canadian Writers  was founded, with the Bressani Awardviii as its prize. Both the number of members and the anthologies that bring them together have multiplied. To celebrate their 30th anniversary, the AICW  published Anthology of Canadian writing (Longbridge Books, 2018), bringing together some one hundred contributions in three languages. To account for this production, the academic world is also structuring and diversifying. Joe Pivato of Arthabasca University is leading the way. While holding the Mariano Elia Chair in Italian-Canadian Studies at York University (1987-88), he taught the first course on Italian-Canadian literature :  Contrasts: Comparative Essays on Italian-Canadian Writing (Guernica 1985–1991). Other publications include: Echo: Essays on Other Literatures (1994), The Anthology of Italian-Canadian Writing 2015, Longbridge Books, Montreal – and most recently

 . The journal ‘Italian Canadiana’, an official periodical of the ‘Centro canadese scuole’, will periodically report on research in this field.

As for novels and short stories, Franck Paci led the way with a realistic trilogy: The Italians – 1978 – . Black Madonna – 1982 – . The Father – 1984 – , all published by Oberon Press. Other authors entered the breach: Michael Mirolla, current co-editor of Guernica, The Formal Logic of Emotion – Signature Editions, 1991 – , End of the World, – Black Moss Press, 2021 – and more recently The Collection Agency Files – Exile, 2023 – , and Genni Gunn – On the Road, 1991 – . But the one who really makes his mark is Nino Ricci. Lives of the Saints – Cormorant Books, 1990 – , the first novel in a trilogy, immediately won him the Governor General’s Novel Award, Canada’s highest literary distinction. In 2003, Nino Ricci published Testament – Harperone 2002 – , a fictionalized biography of Jesus Christ, and won the Trillium Award. The Origin of species, – Other press edition 2010 – earned him yet another Governor General’s Award, arguably making him the most successful Italian-Canadian novelist of his generation.

Women Writers ‘alla ribalta’
The women writers are not to be outdone. Mary di Michele and Caterina Edwards established their voices in Western Canada and Toronto. The former with Tenor of Love – Viking Canada, 2004 – Bicycle thieves, Toronto, ECW, – misFit book, 2017 – and the latter with The Sicilian Wife – Linda Leith Publishing, 2015 – . In Montreal, it’s Mary Melfi who makes her difference heard in her poetry, A Queen is holding a Mummified Cat – Guernica, 1982 – as well as in her theatre – Foreplay and My Italian Wife, Guernica, 2012 – . The surrealism of her poetic universe, punctuated by abrupt phrasing and populated by surprising, lapidary images, reflects the inequalities of a society imbued with progress. Her latest opus, Welcome to Hard Times – Ekstasis, 2023 – , is no exception. Her astonishing memoir Italy revisited – Guernica, 2009 – , translated into French in 2015 by Claude Beland – Triptyque, 2015 – , has earned her well-deserved recognition.
Now it’s the women who are setting the pace. Two names stand out. Licia Canton, co-editor of Accenti magazine – www.accenti.ca – , which also includes Longbridge Editions, was also a former president of AICW. Author of a collection of short stories, The Pink House and Other Stories – Longbridge, 2018 – and a short novel; Almond Wine and Fertility – Longbridge, 2008 – , she has also coordinated a number of anthologies on women, the latest of which Here and Now: An Anthology of Queer Italian-Canadian Writing – Longbridge Books, 2022 .

Connie Guzzi-McParland now presides over the destiny of Editions Guernica. She published The Girl of piazza d’Amore, – Linda Leith Publishing, 2013 – a short novel about her childhood, followed by The Women of Saturn – Innana 2017 – .This book and the first , , were merged into one novel and translated into Italian and published by Rubbettino Editore in 2021. In 2022, she published the biography of Italian Canadian opera singers, Louis and Gino Quilico, An Opera in 3 Acts, also published simultenaously in French -Un  opéra en 3 Actes- by Linda Leith Publishing, 2022.

Italo-Quebecers
A minority within a minority, the publishing activism of French-speaking Italophones is more reserved. The first to make a name for himself, and to make his claim loud and clear, was Marco Micone. His plays such as Gens du silence – 1980 – , Addolorata –1984 – Déjà l’agonie, – 1988 – evoke the paradox of the immigrant son imprisoned by his parents’ silence and … by his trilingualism, which should normally emancipate him. His plays are collected in Trilogia – VLB, 1996 – , followed by Migrances – VLB, 2005 – and On ne naît pas Québécois, on le devient, – Del Busso éditeur, 2021 – .
Unlike their English-speaking colleagues, French-language Italian publishers don’t capitalize on their origins. Antonio del Busso, born in Spinete, founded Boréal, the flagship of Quebec publishing, directed Fides, the historic house of Quebec publishing, and then the Presses universitaires de Montréal. His namesake, however, defend a catalog focused on Quebec political history, as evidenced by the books of Claude Corbo, former rector of the Université du Québec à Montréal, also of Italian origin and author of L’échec de Félix-Gabriel Marchand [2015] and Tocqueville chez les perdants [2016]. The same applies to Liber https://www.editionsliber.com. Founded in 1990 by Giovanni Calabrese, it specialises in the humanities and philosophy.

Among female writers, it’s Carole David, whose mother is Italian, who stands out. She took part in the anthology Quêtes – Guernica, 1983 – , which brought together eighteen Italian-Quebec writers, and published some twenty books, including Terra vecchia – Les Herbes rouges, 2005 – , Impala, – Les Herbes rouges, 1994 – and Hollandia, – Héliotrope, 2011 – . Francis Catalano rediscovered his Italian origins when he took part in the same anthology. Since then, he has continued to explore his Italian roots, both through translations of contemporary Italian poets such as Valerio Magrelli, Fabio Scotto and Antonio Porta, and through his own poetry: Panoptikon, [Triptyque, 2005], Qu’une lueur des lieux, Douze avril, [Écrits des forges, 2018] and his first novel, On achève parfois ses romans en Italie, [l’Hexagone, 2012] and Ihis latest poetry book : Climax 2023 ( Mains Libres)

 

At the end of this dense and all-too-brief panorama, it’s timely to ask whether Italian-Canadian literature is the product of ultraliberal consumerism, or the culmination of emancipation assumed by a mature immigrant community ? Ottawa academics William Anselmi and Kosta Gouliamos argue for the first side of the equation in Elusive Margin – Guernica 1998 – , while Franco Loriggio explores the second in the essay he once edited: Social pluralism and Literary History – Guernica 1996. In this period of identity withdrawal, will his fertile exchange with Italian-Canadian literature endure? These questions remain open. In this respect, Canadian literature written by Italian writers is a textbook case: a metaphor for our universe in perpetual transformation.

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i Colonial libraries, whether private or religious, already had a few thousand books in Italian. On this subject, read Amelie Ferrigno’s article ‘Italian books in Montreal collections’ https://journals.openedition.org/diasporas/4994

ii The historian Robert H. Harney, specialist in Italian immigration to America, used the term ‘the final frontier’ to describe the movement of mass Italian immigration from South America north to Canada in the middle of the 19th century.

iii Early publications included L’Italo-Canadese, founded in 1893, Il corriere del Canada, 1895, La Patria Italiana, 1904, followed in the 1930s by the weekly Il Citttadino canadese, 1941, and in later decades by Corriere canadese, Il corriere Italiano, 1952–2023, and Tribuna Italiana, 1963.

iv Italian writers should practice it systematically, see: Self-translation as a problem for Italian-Canadian writers Joseph Pivato*géfile:///C:/Users/Fulvio%20Caccia/Downloads/936-1864-1-SM.pdf

v Duliani’s career deserves a closer look. This Istrian-born critic and playwright wrote in both French and Italian. His plays were performed in France and Canada, and one of them, La fortune vient en parlant, was even introduced by Edit Piaf in 1949.

vi The French daily newspaper Le Monde devoted a full page of its pages to him.

vii On this subject, see Le projet transculturel de ‘ViceVersa’, proceedings of the international seminar of the CISQ in Rome, edited by Anna Mossetti, Rome, 2006, 117 pages.

viii Named after the Italian Jesuit who became one of the famous ‘Canadian Martyrs’. This prize is awarded to an Italian-Canadian writer, depending on the literary genre.

A La Une, Urbania

Transculturation And The Collapse Of Thought

Wanting to help edify me, an old friend who may recognise himself hastened to send me the YouTube link to a conference on Ukraine. “John Mearsheimer’s thesis, although it dates from 2016, is one hundred per cent my own,” added this friend, urging me to listen to it (you can find it on the platform). So what did this distinguished professor who had so impressed him have to say?

Russia : a lost ally
I would have been pleased to smile if the distressing banality of his remarks had not reminded me of earlier ones with far crueler consequences. But first, let’s sum them up. Ukraine, says the American strategist, is in no way of any strategic interest to the United States and he therefore proposes to “Finlandise” it to make it a buffer state. Why, he continues, should we upset Russia, a nuclear power to be reckoned with, with our NATO posturing on its own turf? What a waste it would be to throw such a precious potential ally into the arms of our worst rivals (the conference dates back to before the war!) We need Russia,” replies the good professor without batting an eyelid, “for Syria (infested, as we know, with fundamentalists, I might add). We still need Russia for Iran (to keep the mullahs in check, I might add), but above all to contain China, “our real competitor”.

Machiavel for ever
So here we are! This is pure geopolitical forecasting from this ‘expert’, where the balance of power is analysed more than summarily in the light of the only reason that counts: the reason of the strongest. This is just the ticket for the Q-Annon fundamentalists, who are heartened by Donald Trump’s recent statements. Let’s be clear. We’ve known since Machiavelli that politics is an instrument of power relations. And it is up to politicians and their advisers to use it to defend what they consider to be the general interest of their nation. On the other hand, it is up to intellectuals, who are attached to the values of democracy, to denounce them if the former use them to mask their own interests. That is, of course, if democracy has not turned into oligarchy. In this respect, John Mearsheimer, as a right-wing analyst who defends American interests tooth and nail, is fully in his role, however cynical he may be. Moreover, he is merely reinforcing an old regionalist reflex inherent in all American administrations: the Monroe Doctrine.

The intellectual responsability
But what about the intellectuals – particularly those trained in or belonging to Europe who, like my friend, have defended the diversity of cultures and the task of telling their history, the “unwritten history of the vanquished” that Walter Benjamin called for? “At the time when the Russian world wanted to remodel my little country in its own image, I formulated my ideal for Europe as follows: maximum diversity in minimum space; the Russians no longer govern my native country, but this ideal is even more in danger” wrote Milan Kundera in 2005.*

“Dishonour and  war”
Russia’s aggression towards Ukraine gives this recently deceased novelist’s observation all its sharpness and urgency. Why is this so? Because it highlights, beyond the stammering of history, the “strange defeat” (Marc Bloch) of intellectuals when they absolve themselves of their responsibility and bow to the reason of the strongest, ignoring once again “a far away country of which we know little”. These famous words by which Chamberlain, the British Prime Minister at the time of the Munich agreements in 1938, sought to justify the sacrifice of Czechoslovakia were, like the words of the American analyst, a geopolitical calculation to avoid war. Winston Churchill replied, “You wanted to avoid war even at the price of dishonour; you have dishonour and you will have war”.

The defeat of thought: an old story
The defeat of thought is not a new phenomenon; it accompanies the crisis experienced by the intellectual class at the time of the great upheavals of its era. The crisis we are experiencing has already had several avatars: from the “silence of the intellectuals” to “The defeat of thought”, the eponymous title of this article taken from Alain Finkielkraut’s 1984 book, via Allan Bloom’s The Closing of American Mind and Régis Debray’s caustic analyses of the terminal intellectual. In his latest book, La défaite de l’Occident (The Defeat of the West), Emmanuel Todd extended the defeat of thought to the whole of the old and new continents.

What are the causes of this? Back in the 1980s, Finkelkraut pinpointed the epicentre in the bi-secular duel between two concepts of nation: the ethnic idea and the elective idea of the nation. German Romanticism and French counter-revolutionaries defended the former by extolling the “national genius” and the patriotic and popular values associated with it. Individuals are the spearhead. The elective theory, on the other hand, sees the nation as a voluntary association of free individuals, an idea born of the Enlightenment and inherited by the French Revolution

The ethnic theory
The philosopher’s view can be summed up as follows: whenever the ethnic theory prevails over the elective theory, when nationalism is victorious, Europe collapses. Samuel Blumenfeld wrote in the daily Le Monde: “We thought that the elective theory of the nation had won the day after the UNESCO Constitution was drafted in 1945, taking up the ideal of the Enlightenment. But no. In 1951, Claude Lévi-Strauss wrote in Race et histoire that the text in question was guilty of Western ethnocentrism. The idea of a cutting-edge civilisation held up as a model to Third World countries. As a result, the philosophy of decolonisation translates into a regression towards the local geniuses of German Romanticism”.

The hedonism of the consumer society has accelerated its backward leap, and the urban arts, born in its bosom, have suddenly found themselves promoted to the level of the great classics, provoking a new battle between the ancients and the moderns. Social networks, which privatise public space and exacerbate individualism, have amplified this trend. As a result, the cultural diversity so dear to Kundera and the transcultural experience that we fight for have been downgraded to the point where they are no longer perceived as a value, but as an avatar of multicultural consumerism: the “United Nations of Benetton”. As Nietzsche already anticipated, this confusion and even reversal of all values has the effect of neutralising freedom of reception, i.e. critical thought. Freedom of expression, without safeguards, has become the useful idiot of authoritarian regimes.
In this respect, the responsibility of the “organic intellectual”, as Gramsci called him, is precisely to put critical thought back on track as far as possible, not as a negative thought that judges, condemns and takes sides, but as a premise for an authentic politics of recognition, i.e. a politics of balance between the general interest and particular interests.
This balance is not new; it is already implicit in Article 4 of the Declaration of the Rights of Man. The well-tempered liberal-socialism that it implies is still an unthought of concept in the political arena today. Having been phagocytised in France by Macronism, it is more than ever the new continent to be explored for the Old Continent, which is looking for a second wind in next June’s elections. Can we pull the plug on its rugged individualism and put it at the service of a well-understood social, ecological and transcultural policy. That’s the challenge of the forthcoming European elections.
A lot of work for those who once believed in the value of transcultural experience. But they must not give in to the siren calls of the extremes right or lefet or sit back and watch the train go by.

One more effort my friend…

A La Une, Urania

Auguste vs “August”

Les dictateurs sont souvent des clowns tristes qui pour se dérider projettent leurs passion tristes cher à Spinoza sur le monde devenu  leur carré de sable personnel. Là  ils peuvent faire et défaire leur château à leur guise, comme des enfants capricieux, colériques et frustrés qu’ils ont été. La scène du « dictateur » où Charlot/Hitler fait virevolter le globe sur ses pieds est éloquente à cet égard. En vérité les dictateurs cherchent leur double qui les déridera, un peu beaucoup, passionnément de leur mélancolie rédhibitoire. On raconte qu’Hitler s’est fait souvent projeter le film de Charlot tout hilare de s’être fait démasquer par un sosie qui lui ressemblait tant. Je ne sais pas si cette histoire est vraie, mais une chose est sûre. Chaplin était un clown triste qui se jouait de l’esprit de sérieux et Hitler un triste clown qui se prenait au sérieux. L’un était ironique, l’autre sardonique.  La semaine du 24 février  lors de la marche l’Ukraine à Paris, une militante ukrainienne rappelant les anciennes déclarations d’Alexeï Navalny pour conserver l’Ukraine dans le giron russe, l’avait comparé à un clone de Poutine. Cette affirmation navrante sinon maladroite quelques jours après la mort de ce dissident exemplaire n’est cependant dépourvue de vérité. Car si Navalny ressemblait au despote du Kremlin, c’est parce que Poutine face à lui était devenu sa caricature, une marionnette ridicule et piaffante.

L’ironie est un puissant dissolvant  du pouvoir des autocrates. C’est ce tournant ironique qui a sans doute donné au combat de Navalny sa prégnance et sa grandeur. Poutine le savait et le redoutait. Navalny a fait le pari que la prison dans laquelle il serait enfermé en revenant en Russie était aussi celle de Poutine même si elle était dorée. Pari risqué et dangereux, certes. Mais pari calculé. Voici à ce propos ce qu’en dit Vladimir Jankélévitch : « L’ironie qui ne craint pas les surprises, joue avec le danger… Elle l’imite, le provoque, le tourne en ridicule… même elle se risquera à travers les barreaux, pour que l’amusement soit aussi dangereux que possible, pour obtenir l’illusion complète de la vérité ; elle joue de sa fausse peur, et elle ne se lasse pas de vaincre ce danger délicieux qui meurt à tout instant. Le manège, à vrai dire, peut mal tourner, et Socrate en est mort ; car la conscience moderne ne tente pas impunément les créatures monstrueuses qui terrorisèrent la vieille conscience ».

Ces réflexions du philosophe français datent de la guerre froide. Elles demeurent plus que jamais d’actualité aujourd’hui à l’heure où l’on a enterré le dissident russe. Ces propos ont une autre vertu : celle de jeter une lumière inédite sur les liens que l’ironiste tisse avec l’autocrate. Et plus encore. Le modèle du clown triste, c’est l’Auguste. Son nom d’origine de l’argot berlinois qui veut dire « idiot ». Un dimanche de 1874, un garçon de piste du Circus Renz à Berlin trébuche sur la piste et s’effondre de tout son long dans la sciure. C’est l’hilarité générale. « Auguste » le clown qui fait écho au fou du roi du moyen-âge était né et aussitôt baptisé. Auguste renvoie aussi au premier empereur de l’Empire romain — Auguste — que les autocrates  ont cherché à imiter depuis le Saint Empire romain germanique jusqu’au 3e Reich. Les vrais Augustes aujourd’hui ne
sont pas. ce  que l’on croit.

A La Une

Alexei Navalny : the man who said no.

I have just learned of the death of Alexandre Navalny, aged 47, in his Siberian prison. His death touches and saddens me as if I had lost someone close to me. And indeed he was. By braving fate as he did until now, I had come to believe that he was immortal, or at least strong enough to withstand the incarceration of the Putin regime. We knew he was ill and poorly cared for, we knew he was in solitary confinement and suffering the worst abuses, but I still wanted to believe he would pull through. I wanted to believe that his prison in the Arctic Circle was far enough away from the circles of central power that his jailers, or at least one of them, realizing his value, would soften the conditions of his detention; I wanted to believe that the “baraka” he had saved so far was still on his side to ensure the transition of the Russian people to a genuinely democratic and peaceful regime: as was the case for Vaclav Havel thirty years earlier. I wanted to believe that his iron will, his courage, would protect him like an invisible shield. But I was naive, I was wrong; he was just a man after all. An ordinary man.
A man is strong and fragile at the same time. A man can be degraded, hurt or killed.
There’s something Christ-like about his struggle, which should be saluted with the dignity his gesture demands. He embodied something greater than himself, greater than the cause he was defending, greater than man.
“It’s his vanity”, the cynics will retort, and there will soon be plenty of them in Europe chanting that he ” asked for it”. These cowards will hasten to disguise his courage as temerity; to swap his strength for mild madness, or even pathetic delirium; they who dream, as they once did, of the “glorious revenge of the oppressed”, who boast of being on the right side of History, pretending to be unaware that they are the useful idiots of autocrats, only too happy to exploit for their own benefit the resentment of the world’s outcasts.
This compromise is nothing new: it has accompanied the fight against inequality since the dawn of time. In the folds of revolt, draped in the certainties of the oppressed, future tyrants emerge. Revolutions are breeding grounds for despots. Today, no one can ignore this.
And yet, we pretend not to know it. Some of the most “militant” are keen to blame “the West” for all our ills, and dream of France’s own swing to the extreme right. By his indifference and liberal arrogance, isn’t he the cause of everything that’s happening? This tartufery must stop. We must have the courage to say no, as Alexei Navalny did, and recognize our enemies for what they are: accomplices, cowards and murderers.

A La Une, Urbania

Se souvenir de Todorov

Fulvio CACCIA

Je n’étais pas un proche de Todorov même si je le fréquentais depuis longtemps par livre interposé. Je me souviens encore du choc qu’avait provoqué en moi la lecture de « Nous et les autres » que je tiens comme l’un des meilleurs essais sur l’altérité. Dans ce livre admirable et généreux, il réussissait à faire dialoguer par delà les siècles des auteurs  très différents  en nouant entre eux le fil d’une pensée qui mettait en lumière les deux facette de l’humanisme français -comme de tout humanisme d’ailleurs- : le singulier et  l’universel. Moraliste, il aura sa vie durant décliné ces termes en montrant que malgré leurs paradoxes, ils sont complémentaires. 
En m’installant à Paris, nos chemins se sont croisés. J’ai alors pu lui proposer de les décliner à nouveau puisque la revue ViceVersa dont j’étais un des animateurs  allait consacrer sa  prochaine livraison aux  rapports entre nation, race et culture. Il accepta volontiers. Le titre de son article s’intitulait «A quoi sert la nation ? » C’était en 1991. Sa démonstration très  élégante  n’opposait pas la nation au cosmopolitisme mais l’enrichissait. «  C’est grâce au maintient des cultures particulières qu’on pourra encore accéder à l’universel ».  
Tout l’esprit de Todorov se trouve dans cet  équilibre subtil, cette attitude bien tempérée qui refuse de succomber aux tentations simplificatrices des extrêmes.  

Un autre versant de son humanisme se trouve dans l’amour qu’il portait à  Paris comme il exprima dans cette conférence que vous pourrez lire ici . Alors  conseiller pour le Forum des instituts culturels de Paris  (FICEP), j’avais demandé à Todorov s’il accepterait de prononcer l’allocution de conclusion dédié aux écrivains étrangers à Paris. Encore une fois, il acquiesça de bonne grâce. Le colloque s’est tenu à la Bibliothèque Nationale de France  en 2002 dans cette même salle où jeudi le deux mars prochain un hommage lui sera rendu. Dans son  allocution il convoqua trois poètes. Les relations contrastées d’Oscar Wilde, Rainer Maria Rilke, Marina Tsvétaïeva avec la France  lui servirent à illustrer une interrogation qui n’était pas étranger à son propre parcours . « Plus concrètement, la question se pose pour eux : se serviront-ils toujours de leur langue natale ou écriront-ils désormais en français ? »  Ah, la langue française ! C’est par elle  qu’il était devenu français. Il l’utilisait magistralement avec une élégance et une transparence qui lui permettait, sans l’air d’y toucher, de  mettre à distance nos certitudes les plus enracinées.

La dernière fois que je l’ai rencontré, c’était par hasard il y a quelques années dans les corridors du métro Châtelet de Paris. Il marchait  juste à côte de moi. Je l’ai reconnu et aussitôt interpellé. Je venais de lire  son remarquable essai «  La peur des barbares »  et je voulais absolument lui consacrer l’émission littéraire que j’animais alors sur une télévision de proximité. Sans doute l’avais-je dérangé dans ses pensées. Il me regarda d’un air perplexe et distant et m’a dit : « Plus tard quand j’aurais un nouveau livre ». J’ai regardé sa  tignasse blanche ébouriffée s’éloigner sur le quai de la ligne deux.  

C’est par mail en 2015 que je me suis rappelé à son bon souvenir. Je lui proposais d’être le conférencier qui ouvrirait le colloque sur les bonnes pratiques en matière de diversité culturelle que l’Observatoire de la diversité  culturelle, association que j’avais co-fondée, organisait à l’occasion des dix ans de la Convention de l’UNESCO du même nom. Mais encore cette fois, la nouvelle rencontre n’a pas pu se réaliser. L’échange fut bref et amical  et se  conclut par ces paroles : « Je vois que les affaires de la diversité culturelle vous tiennent toujours à coeur. A moi aussi.» Avec mon meilleur souvenir »Tzvetan Todorov.  Souvenons-nous de lui. Sa pensée nous manque déjà