Mon fils a lu Moon Palace pendant l’année scolaire, avant l’annonce du décès de Paul Auster, et j’y retrouve ce portrait :
[H]e had a penchant for aimlessness and reverie, for sudden bolts and lengthy torpors.
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[H]e also knew that there were other things in the world besides music. So many things, in fact, that he was often overwhelmed by them. Being the sort of person who always dreams of doing something else while occupied, he could not sit down to practice a piece without pausing to work out a chess problem in his head, could not play chess without thinking about the failures of the Chicago Cubs, could not go to the ballpark without considering some minor character in Shakespeare, and then, when he finally got home, could not sit down with his book for more than twenty minutes without feeling the urge to play his clarinet. Wherever he was, then, and wherever he went, he left behind a cluttered trail of bad chess moves, of unfinished box scores, and half-read books.
C’est fou, on dirait moi, tous ces machins en cours.
À ce jour :
- une cinquantaine de figurines de Marvel Zombies peintes à demi,
- trois romans à des degrés divers d’avancée,
- deux revues (c’est peu finalement),
- la refonte de ce site suspendue entre plusieurs versions,
- un ou deux développements web pour moi,
- le tri de 20 ans de photos.
Peut-être que c’est finalement assez répandu, cet éparpillement.
Et puis tant qu’on a des trucs en cours, c’est qu’on est en vie.
