{"id":5523,"date":"2010-09-20T14:36:53","date_gmt":"2010-09-20T12:36:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=5523"},"modified":"2010-09-21T08:38:24","modified_gmt":"2010-09-21T06:38:24","slug":"iepurele-lui-flaubert","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=5523","title":{"rendered":"Iepurele lui Flaubert"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: right\">de\u00a0\u00a0Gheorghe Reche\u015fan [Rom\u00e2nia]<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right\">[Finalist al competitiei HBO-Tiff 2010]<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right\"><em>for the English version, click <\/em><em><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=5534\">here<\/a><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Flaubert avea un iepure. De fapt o iepuroaic\u0103 nubil\u0103, cu blana pufoas\u0103, de nuanta scortisoarei genuine, ceyloneze.<\/p>\n<p>M\u0103turin, b\u0103iatul gr\u0103dinarului, care-i plivea morcovii, o botezase Emma, cu doi de \u201eM\u201d. O privea cu jind, \u00een timp ce-i \u00eendesa sub boticul roz cotoare fragede de varza: \u201dce terin\u0103 gustoas\u0103 ar ie\u015fi din m\u0103runtaiele ei\u201d&#8230;<br \/>\n<!--more--><br \/>\nGustave era furios. Scria asiduu, asud\u00e2nd abundent, perle mici de transpira\u0163ie \u00eei broboneau chelia incipient\u0103, \u00eencadrata cu mese de p\u0103r m\u0103t\u0103soase, c\u00e2rlion\u0163ate, la romanul s\u0103u cu madam Bovary.<\/p>\n<p>\u201eEmma c\u2019est moi\u201d, ofta el, \u00eenmuindu-si pana \u00een c\u0103limara grea din bronz patinat cu modele antice \u00eenf\u0103\u0163i\u015f\u00e2nd \u201eboschetul lui Ciprys\u201d. Scria c\u00e2te un cuv\u00e2nt pe noapte, cizel\u00eendu-\u015fi cu greu povestea. I-ar fi pl\u0103cut s\u0103 scrie despre corsari, dame perverse cu corsaje de m\u0103tase, odalisce \u015fi baiadere, sau s\u0103-nsaileze fastuos din pan\u0103 orgii, violuri, orori, leg\u0103turi incestuoase, s\u0103 aibe neru\u015finarea unui casanova provincial, sau m\u0103car un nas \u00eendr\u0103zne\u0163 asortat la o barb\u0103 de conchistador hr\u0103p\u0103re\u0163. Toate astea \u00eei treceau fumig\u00eend pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 t\u00e2mple, \u00een timp ce o privea g\u00e2nditor pe Emma care producea c\u0103c\u0103reze brune, lucioase, risipite cu gra\u0163ie pe du\u015fumeaua cote\u0163ului ei de celibatar\u0103. Degeaba \u00ee\u015fi \u0163inea manuscrisele sub cheie, departe de privirile indiscrete, misterul ermetic al imagina\u0163iei sale fusese spulberat de un pu\u015ftan ro\u015fcovan, frust \u015fi semianalfabet. Drept r\u0103zbunare, pl\u0103nui s-o repudieze pe iepuroaica ori s\u0103-\u015fi compromit\u0103 eroina. C\u00e2nd sc\u0103p\u0103 din cote\u0163, Emma \u00eei rodea papucii din molton pr\u0103zuliu. Degeaba o u\u015fuia menajera, madam Cruchard, cu m\u0103tura, din buc\u0103t\u0103rie \u00een vestibul, din vestibul \u00een biroul de lucru, din birou \u00eenapoi \u00een vestibul, Emma reu\u015fea, pofticioas\u0103, s\u0103 road\u0103 obiectele personale ale lui Flaubert : galo\u015fii, bretelele preferate, umbrela, bastonul de trestie cu m\u0103ciulie de argint, etuiul pentru pipe, cordonul halatului de m\u0103tase ecru, ba chiar \u015fi izmenele de flanel gri pe care le purta \u00een serile r\u0103coroase de var\u0103. Dac\u0103 i-ar fi ros \u015fi fesul cartaginez cu pampon ro\u015fu, Gustave ar fi comandat doamnei Cruchard, la cin\u0103, o friptur\u0103 de iepure \u201ea la midi\u201d, cu mult cimbru \u015fi sos b\u00e9arnez de usturoi. Deocamdat\u0103 se mul\u0163umea s\u0103 o condamne la castitate for\u0163at\u0103 \u015fi s\u0103-i fac\u0103 educa\u0163ia sentimental\u0103, percepte pe care ea, roz\u0103toare gale\u015f\u0103 \u015fi neobr\u0103zat\u0103 nu le pricepea defel.<\/p>\n<p>\u00centr-o sear\u0103 de august t\u00e2rziu, cam dup\u0103 recoltarea coac\u0103zelor, Flaubert sta posac \u00een camera sa de lucru, \u00een fa\u0163a biroului decorat cu inser\u0163ii din carne ro\u015fcat\u0103 de palisandru.. N-are chef de melancolia maladiv\u0103 a Emmei Bovary. Recite\u015fte pe s\u0103rite pagini din jurnalele sale de c\u0103l\u0103torie :<\/p>\n<p>*<\/p>\n<p>\u201eVineri 2 martie, Latfeh<\/p>\n<p>Case de lut, mla\u015ftini, p\u00e2lcuri de palmieri. \u00cen fa\u0163a noastr\u0103 o c\u00e2mpie foarte verde, cu brazde de p\u0103m\u00e2nt negru, locuri de-abia ie\u015fite de sub ap\u0103, care se desprind \u015fi contrasteaz\u0103 cu verdele uniform ca ni\u015fte pete de cerneal\u0103 de China. M\u0103-nchin \u0163ie, p\u0103m\u00e2nt negru al Egiptului, te invoc, o Isis&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>S\u00e2mb\u0103t\u0103 3 Giseh<\/p>\n<p>Abu-el-Hul, p\u0103rintele spaimei, Sfinxul. Nisip. Piramide. Totul e cenu\u015fiu \u015fi \u00eenv\u0103luit \u00eentr-un roz puternic; cerul este de-un albastru f\u0103r\u0103 pat\u0103, vulturii se rotesc plutind \u00eencet \u00een jurul v\u00e2rfului Piramidelor&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Joi 14, Fayum<\/p>\n<p>M\u0103n\u0103stire. Cafeneaua \u201eFavorisca\u201d. Doi nem\u0163i \u00een redingot\u0103 mirosind a rachiu. Un ienicer, Saba-Rahil, un omule\u0163 vioi, ne aduce pahare cu acadele. Seara vorbim despre sf\u00e2ntul Augustin, despre Arie \u015fi Atanasie. B\u0103iatul ienicerului ne aduce, cu mult\u0103 gra\u0163ie, ciubuce. Ca s\u0103-\u015fi isp\u0103\u015feasc\u0103 p\u0103catele, c\u0103lug\u0103rii \u00eei porunceau, drept peniten\u0163a s\u0103 le m\u0103ture chiliile cu limba.<\/p>\n<p>\u00cemi petrec noaptea sc\u0103rpin\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 \u015fi ascult\u00e2nd urletul c\u00e2inilor.<\/p>\n<p>Miercuri 21, Manfalut<\/p>\n<p>Bazarurile miros a cafea \u015fi a lemn de santal. D\u0103m la o cotitur\u0103 nea\u015fteptat\u0103 a unei str\u0103zi de cartierul almeelor. Strada se \u00eenconvoaie u\u015for; case de lut cenu\u015fiu, nu mai \u00eenalte de patru picioare. La st\u00e2nga, cum cobori spre Nil, un palmier. Cer albastru. Femeile stau \u00een fa\u0163a u\u015fii pe rogojini&#8230; ve\u015fminte \u00een culori deschise, \u00eembr\u0103cate unele peste altele, flutur\u00e2nd \u00een v\u00e2ntul cald; negrese \u00een rochii albastre, galben viu, trandafirii, ro\u015fii, contrast\u00e2nd cu nuanta pielii; \u015firaguri de pia\u015ftrii at\u00e2rna p\u00e2n\u0103 la p\u0103m\u00e2nt, obraji cresta\u0163i \u00een lung cu un cu\u0163it \u00eenro\u015fit \u00een foc, de obicei c\u00e2te trei t\u0103ieturi pe fiecare obraz..<\/p>\n<p>Vineri 14, Seik-Abadeh<\/p>\n<p>Ruine de marmur\u0103, o baie arab\u0103. Ni\u015fte beduini ne ofer\u0103 nimicuri. O feti\u0163a ro\u015fcat\u0103, cu fruntea mare, cu ochi frumo\u015fi, cu nasul usor turtit \u015fi n\u0103rile palpit\u00e2nd. Alt\u0103 copil\u0103, brun\u0103 cu un profil drept, spr\u00e2ncene minunate, buze sub\u0163iri. Ce fantezie magnific\u0103, ce tablou \u00eenc\u00e2nt\u0103tor, dar unde o fi pictorul care s\u0103 o surprind\u0103!<\/p>\n<p>Duminic\u0103 16, Menieh<\/p>\n<p>Nisip, ruine, c\u0103lug\u0103rii cop\u0163i vin s\u0103 ne cear\u0103 bac\u015fi\u015f&#8230;\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Gustave adoarme \u00een fotoliul cu fundul de plus umed de transpira\u0163ie. Emma ron\u0163\u0103ie s\u00e2rguincioasa paginile \u00een care madam Bovary se d\u0103ruie\u015fte pentru prima dat\u0103 amantului.<\/p>\n<p>Fluturi cu aripi de \u015fofran se lovesc de sticla l\u0103mpii.<\/p>\n<p>Madam Cruchard sfor\u0103ie pe un sc\u0103unel \u00een buc\u0103t\u0103rie. Viseaz\u0103 un sufleu de napi dulci, \u00een\u0103bu\u015fi\u0163i \u00een mult unt \u015fi un firicel de saliv\u0103 i se prelinge pe b\u0103rbia dolofan\u0103 \u015fi picur\u0103 v\u00e2scos pe gulerul de olandin\u0103 apretat\u0103. C\u00e2nd e treaz\u0103 \u00eei pute gura \u015fi mestec\u0103 pastile de mosc, ca s\u0103-\u015fi \u00eemprosp\u0103teze respira\u0163ia. \u00cenaintea ei, cheile casei erau pe m\u00e2na Toinettei, o fat\u0103 cu obrajii \u00een v\u0103p\u0103i, gras\u0103 \u015fi vorb\u0103rea\u0163\u0103. Flaubert, sensibil la odori, tem\u00e2ndu-se de curent \u015fi de gripe, a concediat-o pentru c\u0103 \u00eei miroseau mereu axilele a varz\u0103 alterat\u0103.<\/p>\n<p>Maturin, \u00een podul casei, culcat pe o saltea fosnitoare de paie, se masturbeaz\u0103 frenetic, p\u0103str\u00e2nd pe retin\u0103 imaginea Emei Pointu, o feti\u015fcan\u0103 nurlie, slujnica parohului, pe care a surprins-o rug\u00e2ndu-se goal\u0103, \u00eenv\u0103luit\u0103 doar \u00een r\u0103suflarea nop\u0163ii.<\/p>\n<p>Dincolo de chio\u015fcul de la Croisset, pe craca unui platan, o striga buhaie languros \u015fi lugubru.<\/p>\n<p>Emma a murit \u00eentr-o alt\u0103 toamn\u0103, la v\u00e2rsta de cinci ani, \u00een urma unei indigestii cu pastile de mosc sau tulpini crude de anason. Cel pu\u0163in a\u015fa a b\u0103nuit madam Cruchard, gust\u00e2nd atent\u0103, cu v\u00e2rful unei furculi\u0163e din c\u0103rni\u0163a puternic aromat\u0103. A g\u0103tit-o flambat\u0103 la frigare, cu garnitur\u0103 de trufe \u015fi sparanghel \u00een sos olandez, dar carnea nu a fost comestibil\u0103 Venise doctorul Achille la cin\u0103, fiindc\u0103 Gustave acuza inflamarea unei amigdale, sau febr\u0103 denga. Era pe vremea c\u00e2nd terminase corecturile la Salammbo.<\/p>\n<p>Flaubert avusese un iepure, mai exact o iepuroaic\u0103.<\/p>\n<p>Aurore Dudevant, \u00eenainte de a purta pantaloni, avea un dr\u0103g\u0103la\u015f caniche alb, c\u00e2rlion\u0163at \u015fi tare ghidu\u015f. Nu-l chema Chopin, nici Alfred, nici Eug\u00e9ne, ori Prosper. De fapt nu-l chema nimeni, dar poate ea ar fi vrut sa-l strige Honor\u00e9. Mai t\u00e2rziu c\u00e2nd a devenit George Sand, a primit \u00een dar un b\u0103rzoi. N-a \u00eendr\u0103znit s\u0103-l boteze Gustave, Flaubert era neobi\u015fnuit de cast, foarte suspicios \u015fi se temea de curent, chiar \u00een zilele caniculare de var\u0103.<\/p>\n<p>Picasso se ata\u015fase de un ogar afgan, pe nume Kazbeh, care a tr\u0103it mult \u015fi pe care l-a \u00eenmorm\u00e2ntat cu mare pomp\u0103.<\/p>\n<p>Dali purta un furnicar \u00een les\u0103, pe care-l plimba peste tot unde se ducea.<\/p>\n<p>Evlya Celebi, c\u0103l\u0103rea o c\u0103mil\u0103 mehari de culoarea s\u0103rii, care c\u0103lca \u00eentr-o s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 distan\u0163a de la Adrianopole p\u00e2n\u0103 la Timi\u015foara, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 oboseasc\u0103.<\/p>\n<p>\u00cen cabina sa de teatru, Sarah Bernardt \u0163inea un \u015foricel alb, care alerga neobosit pe o roat\u0103, de\u015fi era \u015fchiop. \u00cen portretul f\u0103cut de Nadar, ea seam\u0103n\u0103 cu o berber\u0103 t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103 \u015fi misterioas\u0103.<\/p>\n<p>Camille Claudel avea o pisic\u0103 gri-albastruie.<\/p>\n<p>Isabelle Adjani are ochi alba\u015ftrii.<\/p>\n<p>Eu nu am niciun animal de companie.<\/p>\n<p>* Gustave Flaubert, Jurnal de c\u0103l\u0103torie pe Nil, 1849-1850<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>de\u00a0\u00a0Gheorghe Reche\u015fan [Rom\u00e2nia] [Finalist al competitiei HBO-Tiff 2010] for the English version, click here \u00a0 Flaubert avea un iepure. De fapt o iepuroaic\u0103 nubil\u0103, cu blana pufoas\u0103, de nuanta scortisoarei genuine, ceyloneze. M\u0103turin, b\u0103iatul gr\u0103dinarului, care-i plivea morcovii, o botezase Emma, cu doi de \u201eM\u201d. O privea cu jind, \u00een timp ce-i \u00eendesa sub boticul [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[615,393],"tags":[1150,570,54],"class_list":["post-5523","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-egophobia-28","category-prozascurta","tag-egophobia-28","tag-gheorghe-rechesan","tag-proza-scurta"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DakB-1r5","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5523","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=5523"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5523\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5659,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5523\/revisions\/5659"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5523"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5523"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5523"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}