DE LA SAGESSE. NOUVELLE EDITION PUBLIEE PAR AMAURY. 3 VOLS (1824)

Les vieux souvenirs de la rue Neuve, à Bordeaux / par un vieil enfant de cette rueDate de l'édition originale : 1890Sujet de l'ouvrage : Bordeaux (Gironde) -- 19e siècleBordeaux (France)Le présent ouvrage s'inscrit dans une politique de conservation patrimoniale des ouvrages de la littérature Française mise en place avec la BNF.HACHETTE LIVRE et la BNF proposent ainsi un catalogue de titres indisponibles, la BNF ayant numérisé ces œuvres et HACHETTE LIVRE les imprimant à la demande.Certains de ces ouvrages reflètent des courants de pensée caractéristiques de leur époque, mais qui seraient aujourd'hui jugés condamnables.Ils n'en appartiennent pas moins à l'histoire des idées en France et sont susceptibles de présenter un intérêt scientifique ou historique.Le sens de notre démarche éditoriale consiste ainsi à permettre l'accès à ces œuvres sans pour autant que nous en cautionnions en aucune façon le contenu.Pour plus d'informations, rendez-vous sur sur le site hachettebnf.fr

Shortly after Magritte's death, I wanted to return to Georgette, the widow, a painting from the pink and sugary provocative period, a version of Le Viol which had still been lying about incognito in Brussels since the proclaimed end of Cobra, the unravelled end of a communal house where we lived in Brussels, Les Ateliers du Marais, and my departure for Paris. Along with the painting I included a letter of explanation. Magritte had forgotten it after an exhibition in the premises of Le Drapeau rouge, in the rue de la Caserne, where in 1947 I'd also participated, as had many "intellectuals and sympathizers" of the time. Three years later, as I was passing in the neighbourhood together with Christian Dotremont, I rang at the door of the comrade in charge to perhaps recuperate, one never knows, an abandoned dispatch of my own: a seascape I made in my twenties representing a Douarnenez tuna boat. In the meanwhile Tito had broken with Stalin, to put this time into context. We had, as far as we were concerned, engaged in an open struggle against the directives of "socialist realism" from Jdanov and Aragon and the like; and in 1950 this would lead to a parting of the ways. I was looking for my tuna boat among other unclaimed works, heaped together against a wall, and I hear Dotremont burst out laughing: "Magritte's Viol! If you like, I can return it to him, he's a friend of mine." The fellow in charge said why not, and then added: "Instead of doing your 'Picassos' you should paint, I don't know... maybe a gleaner, something with some social interest." So, each with a painting under the arm, we returned to our base at the Ateliers du Marais. A little while later Dotremont vent off to Copenhagen, leaving Le Viol, in turn, behind him. And as for me, hurrying to get ready to soon leave for Paris, I dropped off my excess baggage for storage in my parents' attic - Le Viol included. One day, ah yes, it would be returned to its author... the painting happily exiting from our memories. Magritte's death in 1967 would act as a wake-up call, When Georgette received the parcel along with my letter of apology, she made such a thorough show of her gratitude that I received a post-card from Louis Scutenaire: "If you come across another Magritte, don't return it to the widow." From Dotremont's direction, I believe I heard a sigh of relief. To put an end to these tribulations, Le Viol made its way to Paris - as a gift from Georgette - to the Musée National d'art moderne. The rest of the story comes with a bizarre twist of "objective" chance. We are in 1980. One fine day I arrive at a printer's near the Place d'Alésia to work on a commissioned lithograph - a black two-heaped snake to mark the one hundred-fiftieth anniversary of Belgium's independence. While awaiting my arrival, the press-operator had already run some proofs for me and, to not waste blank sheets, he followed the usual practice of printing over leftover sheets run from the previous job. A print, chosen by... Georgette, which was to constitute part of an album of reproductions of works by the late René Magritte. The result? - Le Viol on twenty-five proof sheets laid-clown in a sanguine red, only waiting to receive a finishing touch from my hand. Later still, my letter - which allowed the heiress to justify the reappearance and the authenticity of her painting - was bought by Daniel Abadie for the archives of the Musée national d'art moderne, at an auction in London where various and sundry items from Magritte's atelier came under the hammer. It is said that on the day before she lied Georgette declared: I'll write out my will when I'm feeling better." (Pierre Alechinsky)