Beautiful misfortune, an oxymoron that well characterizes Tchaikovsky's music. Very sensitive, too sensitive, he suffered all his life from his homosexuality, from a certain mania for persecution, from lack of self-confidence, from the incomprehension of other musicians... Even if he was not the only man to suffer, he is undoubtedly the one who succeeded in expressing pain in the most poignant way. Not only are his melodies magnificent, but they lay bare his soul, seeming to rise from the depths of his distress to the heavens. Yet behind this fragility lies a man who knew exactly what he wanted, as shown by his determination to publish his works as they were, despite the critics, right up to his scheduled death, for which he composed his own requiem, the Pathétique.
Each month, we feature a column by one of the personalities who give us the pleasure of alternating between the two. In his column, writer Quentin Mouron explores a topical issue with his usual sharpness.
Provocative dandy and observer of his times, Quentin Mouron questions progress and decadence in his novels. Meet a lucid writer who dismantles modern illusions without renouncing the beauty of the word.
Le coup de gueule d'Amélie Wauthier
A postumous collection of prose poems.
Nostalgie d'un poète en quête d'Absolu
I was expecting a lesson in Manichaeism.
Les bouquins du mardi – Alexandre Wälti La demande était pourtant simple: un roman dont on ne décroche pas et qui...
Le Regard Libre N° 36 – Loris S. Musumeci La Fondation Gianadda à Martigny, en Valais, place à l’honneur affiches et...
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