{"id":293,"date":"2003-08-07T12:33:47","date_gmt":"2003-08-07T17:33:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/martinepage.com\/wp\/2003\/08\/07\/106027402771001934\/"},"modified":"2003-08-07T12:33:47","modified_gmt":"2003-08-07T17:33:47","slug":"106027402771001934","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/2003\/08\/07\/106027402771001934\/","title":{"rendered":"106027402771001934"},"content":{"rendered":"

Plus j’\u00c3\u00af\u00c2\u00bf\u00c2\u00bdcris, moins j’\u00c3\u00af\u00c2\u00bf\u00c2\u00bdcris<\/strong><\/p>\n

L’\u00c3\u00af\u00c2\u00bf\u00c2\u00bdcriture du sc\u00c3\u00af\u00c2\u00bf\u00c2\u00bdnario avance \u00c3\u00af\u00c2\u00bf\u00c2\u00bd petits pas, lentement mais s\u00c3\u00af\u00c2\u00bf\u00c2\u00bdrement (\u00c3\u00af\u00c2\u00bf\u00c2\u00bda devrait \u00c3\u00af\u00c2\u00bf\u00c2\u00bdtre ma devise personnelle tellement \u00c3\u00af\u00c2\u00bf\u00c2\u00bda me caract\u00c3\u00af\u00c2\u00bf\u00c2\u00bdrise) et plus je produis de dialogues, moins je produis de blogues. En plus, c’est la saison des visites et ce n’est pas tr\u00c3\u00af\u00c2\u00bf\u00c2\u00bds poli de passer tout son temps sur Internet quand on a des amis ou de la famille \u00c3\u00af\u00c2\u00bf\u00c2\u00bd la maison. Et puis malgr\u00c3\u00af\u00c2\u00bf\u00c2\u00bd notre statut enviable de LAT<\/a>, B. et moi nous sommes lanc\u00c3\u00af\u00c2\u00bf\u00c2\u00bds, lentement mais s\u00c3\u00af\u00c2\u00bf\u00c2\u00bdrement, dans la recherche d’un logis commun. Imaginez: une seule connection \u00c3\u00af\u00c2\u00bf\u00c2\u00bd Internet haute vitesse \u00c3\u00af\u00c2\u00bf\u00c2\u00bd payer plut\u00c3\u00af\u00c2\u00bf\u00c2\u00bdt que deux! ;-)<\/p>\n

Puisque vous vous \u00c3\u00af\u00c2\u00bf\u00c2\u00bdtes tout de m\u00c3\u00af\u00c2\u00bf\u00c2\u00bdme rendus jusqu’ici, je vous offre cet extrait du journal de l’auteur et sc\u00c3\u00af\u00c2\u00bf\u00c2\u00bdnariste Hanif Kureishi<\/a>, alors qu’il \u00c3\u00af\u00c2\u00bf\u00c2\u00bdtait en train d’\u00c3\u00af\u00c2\u00bf\u00c2\u00bdcrire le sc\u00c3\u00af\u00c2\u00bf\u00c2\u00bdnario pour le film « Sammy and Rosie get laid », un film qui m’avait donn\u00c3\u00af\u00c2\u00bf\u00c2\u00bd le go\u00c3\u00af\u00c2\u00bf\u00c2\u00bdt de faire du cin\u00c3\u00af\u00c2\u00bf\u00c2\u00bdma \u00c3\u00af\u00c2\u00bf\u00c2\u00bd l’\u00c3\u00af\u00c2\u00bf\u00c2\u00bdpoque:<\/p>\n

At last I give the script to Sarah to read. […] When Sarah reads it she is angry and upset at the time. […] All this makes me feel guilty and sneaky; it makes me think that writers are like spies, poking into failures and weaknesses for good stories. Necessarily, because that’s how they see the world, writers constantly investigate the lives of the people they are involved with. They keep private records of these private relationships. And on the surface they appear to be participating normally in life. But a few years later, it’s all written down, embellished, transformed, distorted, but still a recognizable bit of someone’s lived life.<\/em><\/p>\n

Alors faites attention \u00c3\u00af\u00c2\u00bf\u00c2\u00bd ce que vous me racontez…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Plus j’\u00c3\u00af\u00c2\u00bf\u00c2\u00bdcris, moins j’\u00c3\u00af\u00c2\u00bf\u00c2\u00bdcris L’\u00c3\u00af\u00c2\u00bf\u00c2\u00bdcriture du sc\u00c3\u00af\u00c2\u00bf\u00c2\u00bdnario avance \u00c3\u00af\u00c2\u00bf\u00c2\u00bd petits pas, lentement mais s\u00c3\u00af\u00c2\u00bf\u00c2\u00bdrement (\u00c3\u00af\u00c2\u00bf\u00c2\u00bda devrait \u00c3\u00af\u00c2\u00bf\u00c2\u00bdtre ma devise personnelle tellement \u00c3\u00af\u00c2\u00bf\u00c2\u00bda me caract\u00c3\u00af\u00c2\u00bf\u00c2\u00bdrise) et plus je produis de dialogues, moins je produis de blogues. En plus, c’est la saison des visites et ce n’est pas tr\u00c3\u00af\u00c2\u00bf\u00c2\u00bds poli de passer tout son temps sur Internet… Continue reading 106027402771001934<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/293"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=293"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/293\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=293"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=293"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.martinepage.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=293"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}