Bernard-Henri Lévy’nin Okuyucusuna Saygısı:
“Sartre Yüzyılı”ndan Bir Söz Salatası
“And then, in 1991, at the Théâtre National de Caen, where I really discovered, in the production by J-L Martinelli, the text of this forgotten play that had been rescued from limbo, I remember a feeling of intense unease during Act III; then, as the curtain fell, an impression of déjà-vu which could indeed be explained by the closeness of the finale to those last lines of Nausea which I’d just been rereading but also, before all that, overshadowing the unease and the sense of déjà-vu, stronger than my own ‘nausea’ as I listened to certain formulas in the notorious Act III, a bedazzlement, the word isn’t too strong, at the drollness, the clowning, the dramaturgical intelligence of a text which evidently was quite different from the abortive sketch for Journey to the End of the Night, the rough draft, the piece consigned to the bottom drawer which I, more than anyone, can imagine might well have delighted Sartre – since it was on that night, watching a performance of that text, that I finally decided to make my own debut in the theatre.” |