Georges Perros’ Memorabilia from Paris to Douarnenez
A lover of Douarnenez, Georges Perros wrote little strips of life on scraps of paper. His memories were assembled at a later date. A laborious work and a breath-taking feather.
1959. Enough is enough for Perros. The collaborator of the NRF (Nouvelle Revue Française/New French Review) left Paris for Douarnenez (In the French Brittany). From that day , the shadow blured the light of the ramp, the author of “Papiers collés”, (stuck papers) took an unusual step.
In the alleys that slide towards the sea, as the ball pushed by the children rolls. On the tiny lanes that burst through the bocage where his motorcycle takes him….
Halfway through his life, folded behind his screen, he left hundreds of short texts, thoughts, unfinished books, poems and aphorisms on paper, sometimes cardboard. So many bags to open after my death.
So he writes to cuddle, ‘à la bonne franquette’, a little of himself, a lot of others, his wife Tania, and his children. He pleads for fragmented writing. Instead of books, he prefers short notes, lightning to effusiveness.
Of his resolutely sparse texts, the most outstanding is without a doubt ‘Les Notes’ for a preface that opens the ‘Papiers collés’ (1960–1978) and makes him a leading theorist of literature.
There is a confession that signs his literary genre:
“If ever I go beyond five pages, without breaking the rhythm, without distraction cutting the thread, it is because I will have fallen asleep on the paper.”
If he had had to choose a family, it would have been the family of the aphorists, from Socrates to Kafka.”If he had to choose a family, it would have been that of the aphorists, from Socrates to Kafka. “Intelligence kills,” he liked to repeat, adding in derision, “Another immortal! ».
Besides, Socrates saw it very well. Georges Perros the Douarnenist was indeed mortal! He now rests in Treboul, France.