dimanche 30 octobre 2011
Edith Wharton, HUDSON RIVER BRACKETED, New York, Charles Scribner's Sons, 1929, 536 pages.
Vance understood and winced. The use of the business vocabulary was what he recoiled from. That there should be "deals," trasactions, compromises in business was a matter of course to him. That was business, as he understood it; his father's life was a labyrinth of such underground arrangements. But Vance had never taken any interest in business, or heard applied to it the standards of loyalty which are supposed to regulate men's private lives, and which he had always thought of as prevailing in the republic of letters. To him an artist's work was essentially a part of the private life, something closer than the marrow to the bone. Anything that touched the sanctity, the incorruptibility, of the creative art was too contemptible to be seriously considered. As well go back to doing write-ups for the Free Speaker... Vance looked at the clever youth behind the smoke wreaths, and thought: "Queer that a fellow who writes poetry can care for that sort of success..." for the poets seemed to him hardly lower than the angels.