Deleuze 006 德勒茲

Deleuze 006 德勒茲

Love Is For Other People 愛是為了別人

By James Brusseau

Translated by Springhero 雄伯


                Surface Love 表面的愛情

   Alienation pushes into the danger zone for Socrates when Eberhart leaves fiction to record her occasional foreignness from herself. The first medium is romance, romances separating through her various unorthodox loves, and consequently separating Eberhardt herself as the lover.




    At twenty-four she married Slimene Ehnni, a Muslim with French nationality. Beforre the union, she reflected in her journal on him and on those who came before. She wrote:




    Incontestably, I love Taste…the man who sensually attracted me the least , at least physically…

    But all that is so distant! More so in that the memory of these men creates no emotion in me; she who believed to love them, these distant ghosts, is dead. And she who lives is so different she is no longer responsible for past wanderings.





   How can this be sensible? Eberhardt writes she loves Taste and within a few sentences insists her love for all those coming before Slimene, including Taste., has died. She loves Taste, she loves only Slimene. Psychologists are paid to frown on contradictions like these; they diagnose Eberhardt as suffering cognitive dissonance. Eberhardt’s biographers follow their general lead. Under Freud’s influence, they struggle to explain her incoherent writing by emphasizing that always reliable culprit, childhood familial difficulties. They assume traumatic episodes from her formative years linger in her psyche and unsettle it now.




. I will propose a different explanation for the conflicting loves, but I admit Eberhardt ushered from a traumatized, bizarre family. Her mother left an aristocratic husband in Russia to run off with her children’s deranged tutor. After reading Switzerland, the two conceived and raised Isabelle in reclusiveness. She was educated in her dilapidated home, mainly in post-apocalypse survival skills and foreign languages. She slept outside with the snails. For all its discomfort and eccentricity, her literary upbringing and bestial habits would prove invaluable for her traveling life in North Africa. Another childhood habit she picked up was drugs. Following her older brother’s inglorious lead, she quickly became addicted and sank into a cycle of manic depression. During one bout, she expressed a wish to die. Her nihilistic father hurried to retrieve a loaded pistol. Happily, she refused his mad charity. Surreal episodes like this fill page after page of the biographies. Taken together, or even in part, they can explain away nearly any inconsistency in her memory or writings. The strategy is simple and effective: whenever she writes or does something contradictory, say she was addled.






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