Showing posts with label Mark Twain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mark Twain. Show all posts

Friday, January 6, 2012

SOMEONE SPECIAL

Jeanne d'Arc
Sculpture of Jeanne d'Arc in Eglise Sainte-Jeanne-d'Arc, Rouen,  erected near the site where the young woman was  burned alive.
January 6 is the 600th anniversary of the birth of the young French martyr, Jeanne d'Arc (Joan of Arc). In the 15th century the teenager led French armies against the English in the One Hundred Years War, liberating Orléans in 1429 and enabling Charles VII to be crowned king of France. She was later captured, turned over to the English, then burned at the stake in 1431 following a trial for heresy.

The French national heroine has been appropriated, so to speak, as a symbol of the extreme right political party, le Front National. French President Nicolas Sarkozy, however, today in giving hommage to the "Maid of Orléans" pointedly declared that "Jeanne n'appartient à aucun parti, à aucun clan." (Joan belongs to no party, to no clan.)

American author and humorist Mark Twain, was fascinated by her life and spent twelve years researching his biography of her, producing what he himself considered to be his most important work: Personal Recollections of Joan of Arc. (The rest of the world doesn't necessarily agree.) It's preface by Louis Kossuth, 19th century Hungarian revolutionary and statesman, bears repeating:

"Consider this unique and imposing distinction. Since the writing of human history began, Joan of Arc is the only person, of either sex, who has ever held supreme command of the military forces of a nation at the age of seventeen."

©2012 P.B. Lecron


Friday, April 22, 2011

A HEAD OF LETTUCE

From the window of superb modiste-chapelier Novalande in the charming
Normandie port village, Honfleur.  photo Carol E. Cass

There's a citation in French attributed to Mark Twain floating around on the Net that for the life of me I cannot find in his work to authenticate:  Il y a trois choses qu'une femme est capable de réaliser avec rien: un chapeau, une salade et une scène de ménage. 

Roughly translated: There are three things that only a woman is able to make out of nothing: a hat, a salad and a domestic argument.

That sounds like Mark Twain, but is it really? The Web site proffers the quotation comes from Twain's Contes Choisis, i.e., Selected Stories. I've skimmed through the book twice without finding the citation. A third and careful reading I will have to forego, having misplaced that volume. Can anyone be of help?

VOCABULARY
un chapelier, -ière:  hatter, hatmaker
un modiste:  milliner (a person who makes or sells women's hats)
une salade:  a lettuce, a salad; also a muddle or tangled confusion
raconter des salades:  to spin yarns, to tell stories
égarer:  to mislay (here) ; to mislead, to lead astray

©2011 P.B. Lecron