FOURRÉ (Maurice).

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FOURRÉ (Maurice).
10 L.A.S. and 1 C.A.S. to André Rolland de Renéville. 27 p. in-12 for the most part, Angers, December 13, 1950 - June 7, 1951. Envelopes kept. Maurice Fourré is the author, among others, of La Nuit du Rose-Hôtel, prefaced by André Breton, in 1950. Rolland de Renéville was one of his first readers, on manuscript, with Julien Gracq, Jean Paulhan... - December 13, 1950. He thought he would come to Paris for the Gallimard meeting and meet his correspondent... I have just returned from Nantes where I had to go for a meeting of conference relating to surrealism, to poetry, to André Breton whose memory and prestige are very alive in Nantes, and to my work also (...) I am a "craftsman" and I am not a "writer".I am a "craftsman" and who believes that the trade, simple and inflexible, devout, imperturbable, pushes to the purities of its last limits, must be the discreet companion, never abandoned, the imperturbable and ascetic assistant, the docile and brave follower of all the free delitements of the imponderable poetic inspiration... - December 26, 1950. ... I thank you very much for your letter and for the benevolent interest with which you and Madame de Renéville honor the "Night of the Rose Hotel". I did not forget anything of your reception, nor of your encouragements when last year the "old beginner" smiling and troubled worker of the words, presented you some chapters of it... - February 18, 1951. ... I come to thank you (...) for the beautiful article of presentation of the "Rose-Hotel" (...) I swear that you fill in me the dream of a wandering Ambassador of the dream and the imaginary adventure, by offering thus to the realities of my thought this signal illuminating my work of the authority of your name and which is going to leave in unexpected points of the world where circulated the sponsor of the Rose-Hotel, among the invisible and moving network of the latitudes and longitudes... My life will have been mixed with the fluid arabesque of the adventure, man of a wet country. Unusual also, my book, of "posthumous" familiarity, seems to leave and live earlier than it was expected - near me. I will owe you a precious part of this breathing, which is granted to me, near him... - March 19, 1951. ... Thanking you beyond what I can say for this magnificent and too flattering text of presentation which in all sincerity I did not expect so high, and which moves me in this surprising detour of my long life... - March 21, 1951. On receipt of "La Dépêche marocaine" containing another article by Renéville on "La Nuit du Rose-Hôtel" ...now that I have less concern for my first work, an unusual wanderer who begins his uneven march under the luminous protection of high friends, I have found the asylum of the shadowy, laborious solitudes, to organize again, on my behalf, the rosary of words - after having made an inventory of my record. - May 2, 1951. ... At an age when I know the singular unforeseenness of my late literary adventure, such a high gesture of benevolence towards me and of welcome for a work slowly elaborated among the refractions and the calls in return of so many disappeared of a life which runs out, touches me more than I can say. - Le Pouliguen, June 7, 1951. On retreat in the Guérande peninsula before the apotheosis of 75 puerile birthday candles... I continued to receive clippings of your beautiful article: after the one from Tangier, one from Rabat, without any clipping with a very good presentation and in beautiful characters... - June 20, 1951. He read with the greatest interest the studies in the issue that the Mercure de France devoted to Gérard de Nerval... You are mentioned there several times and your thought put forward. I am well aware of all that I owe, as a result of such constant and laborious familiarity, to Nerval's influence and that, except for Breton, yourself and Colette Audry, I do not think I have read or seen put forward (...) I am starting to work again. All previous meditations coming to an end, I will write a kind of autobiography of the narrator, in spite of himself, of the "Rose Hôtel", I mean very "free" and handled according to my usual game; the little poems would be integrated into it as they please - following the advice you gave me... - January 29, 1952.4 p. in-12. ... I am not very young anymore; and jostled by a new life, I don't know anymore if it is the dream and the work that hold me back or if the call pulls me to look at so many unexpected things... In truth, it is the words that are everything: in them is combined all the being, all the deepest intention... If I dared perhaps I would say: the words are myself, or rather the Word which is my thought, my being, the breath of my life, the impalpable soul of my breath, which lives for me, by me and escapes me to live better by abandoning me...
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