{"id":7109,"date":"2010-04-11T17:37:12","date_gmt":"2010-04-11T15:37:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/davidbosman.fr\/blog\/2010\/04\/11\/merder-comme-on-dit\/"},"modified":"2010-04-11T17:50:55","modified_gmt":"2010-04-11T15:50:55","slug":"merder-comme-on-dit","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.davidbosman.fr\/blog\/2010\/04\/11\/merder-comme-on-dit\/","title":{"rendered":"Merder, comme on dit"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote>\n  <p>I scored the publishing coup of the decade: his final book. And then I blew it.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n<p>Ce qui pourrait se traduire par :<\/p>\n\n<blockquote>\n  <p>J&#8217;allais faire le coups \u00e9ditorial de la d\u00e9cennie : son dernier livre. Et puis j&#8217;ai tout foir\u00e9.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/nymag.com\/arts\/books\/features\/65210\/\">Betraying Salinger<\/a> (Trahir Salinger), un article \u00e0 lire et \u00e0 relire, dans lequel un petit \u00e9diteur ind\u00e9pendant raconte comment il a foir\u00e9 l&#8217;opportunit\u00e9 incroyable de r\u00e9\u00e9diter le dernier texte publi\u00e9 par J.D. Salinger. Comme il le dit lui-m\u00eame, malgr\u00e9 toutes les excuses possible, inutile de chercher la faute ailleurs qu\u2019en lui-m\u00eame : &#8220;I know where the blame lies. <em>After thinking I could do right by a man I admired, I let him down<\/em>.&#8221;<\/p>\n\n<p>Via encore-une-fois-j&#8217;ai-perdu-la-source, toutes mes excuses : je suis en pleine transition dans mon syst\u00e8me de gestion des r\u00e9f\u00e9rences, de toute \u00e9vidence \u00e7a n&#8217;est pas encore au point (les suggestions sont les bienvenues).<\/p>\n\n<p>Si vous d\u00e9sirez lire le texte de Salinger dont il est question, &#8220;<em>Hapworth 16, 1924<\/em>&#8220;, il faudra vous abonner \u00e0 l&#8217;\u00e9dition num\u00e9rique du New Yorker, ce qui non seulement est une bonne id\u00e9e mais vous donnera en m\u00eame temps un acc\u00e8s illimit\u00e9 \u00e0 l&#8217;ensemble des anciens num\u00e9ros, dont celui du <a href=\"http:\/\/www.newyorker.com\/archive\/1965\/06\/19\/1965_06_19_032_TNY_CARDS_000276654\">19 juin 1965<\/a>.<\/p>\n\n<p>En voici les premi\u00e8res lignes :<\/p>\n\n<blockquote>\n  <p>Some comment in advance, as plain and bare as I can make it: My name, first, is Buddy Glass, and for a good many years of my life&#8211;very possibly, all forty-six&#8211;I have felt myself installed, plugged in, for the purpose of shedding some light on the short, reticulate life and times of my late, eldest brother, Seymour Glass, who did, committed suicide, opted to discontinue living, back in 1948, when he was thirty-one.<br \/><br \/>I intend, right now, probably on this same sheet of paper, to make a start at typing an exact copy of a letter of Seymour&#8217;s that, until four hours ago, I had never read before in my life. My mother, bessie Glass, sent it up by registered mail.<br \/><br \/>(J.D. Salinger, <em>&#8220;Hapworth 16, 1924&#8221;<\/em>)<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I scored the publishing coup of the decade: his final book. And then I blew it. Ce qui pourrait se traduire par : J&#8217;allais faire le coups \u00e9ditorial de la d\u00e9cennie : son dernier livre. Et puis j&#8217;ai tout foir\u00e9. &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.davidbosman.fr\/blog\/2010\/04\/11\/merder-comme-on-dit\/\">Read more &rarr;<\/a><\/p>","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7109","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-general"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.davidbosman.fr\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7109","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.davidbosman.fr\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.davidbosman.fr\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.davidbosman.fr\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.davidbosman.fr\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7109"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/www.davidbosman.fr\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7109\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7114,"href":"https:\/\/www.davidbosman.fr\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7109\/revisions\/7114"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.davidbosman.fr\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7109"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.davidbosman.fr\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7109"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.davidbosman.fr\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7109"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}