Thursday, 8 January 2015

LA LANGUE DANS LA JOUE

There is an hypothesis popularly referred to as the  "Sapir–Whorf hypothesis", which purports the concept of linguistic relativity, which holds that the structure of a language affects the ways in which a speaker of that language sees her world.  The proposition is that it is not the way we think that affects the way we speak, but rather the way we speak affects our way of thinking. It should follow then, that the more languages we speak, the broader our thinking. Anyone involved in translation, or the teaching and learning of languages, will be affected by the process.

There are a number of figures of speech in English which, when translated into another language, loose their meaning yet provide amusement for the speakers of both languages. e.g. "She has ideas above her station" becomes in French, "Elle a des idées au-dessus de sa gare.". A famous line from Terence Rattigan’s French Without Tears.

Say to a Frenchmen “J’ai la langue dans la joue” and he’ll not have the slightest idea what you’re on about, unless he has a knowledge of English, in which case he might smile. On the other hand, should you refer to ‘taking French leave’ he might take offence and correct that figure of speech as ‘filer a l’Anglaise’. Indeed there is a curious notion across Europe that to slip away without notice is either a French exercise or an English one:

•    Czech: zmizet po anglicku ("to leave English style")
• German: "sich (auf) französisch empfehlen" or literally 'französischen Abschied nehmen ("to take a French leave")
•    Italian: andarsene all'inglese ("to leave English style")
•    Polish: wyjść po angielsku ("to leave English style")
•    Portuguese: saída à francesa ("to leave French style")
•    Russian: уйти по-английски (ujti po-anglijski) ("to leave English style")
•   Spanish: despedida a la francesa ("goodbye in the French way", "French farewell")
•    Walloon: spiter a l' inglesse ("to leave English style")
•    Hungarian: angolosan távozik ("to leave English style")

It would appear by a factor of 2 to 1 that most of Europe attributes this trait to the English. The phrase is clearly the result of the historical associations between the countries concerned, indicating that the two most influential, or perhaps dominant, of European States are France and England.

Apparently the phrase first appears in the English language in 1771, whilst the opposite French phrase appears around the turn of the 19th/20th centuries. Presumably the phrase rises out of the Seven Years War, which is claimed to have been a critical moment in the history of Anglo-French relations and which laid the foundations for the dominance of the Anglosphere during the next two and a half centuries, and arguably the spread of English common law. The United Kingdom was pretty widespread from that time on through to the First World War. Indeed, the English language can be regarded the lingua franca just about everywhere.

As to the French view, it may be the phrase was developed in retaliation to the English idiom as the result of what is referred to as the Scramble For Africa between the 1870s and 1880s. The Suez Canal project, begun by Frenchman Ferdinand de Lesseps and later taken over by the English. is an instance in point; as well as the strained relationship between the United Kingdom and France leading up to the First World War, even although allies.

However it came about, do these figures of speech seriously affect the way different speakers think? ‘Flash in the pan’ is an English expression originating from the use of firearms and referring to a brief, intense effort that produces no really significant result. The French equivalent  idiom is “un feu de paille” or literally, ‘a fire of straw’.

Both expressions involve a short-lived fire, although the one emanates from the use of firearms and the other from merely trying to start a fire which could be for any number of reasons, most likely cooking, it being a French phrase. But I project. In any event both figures of speech indicate a very different process of thinking. Does this have any profound significance? I do not know that it does, save that the knowledge of it, I believe, is worth having.

I leave you with this English phrase (told to me by Charles Carne, allegedly spoken by Nelson at Trafalgar) and translation in French, which should be spoken quickly:


“To the water, it is the hour”    =     “À l'eau, c’est l'heure”


Monday, 5 January 2015

ONSET OF A DILEMMA

Word Origin and History for:  onset n.
1530s, "attack, assault," from on + set (n.); cf. to set (something) on (someone). Weaker sense of "beginning, start" first recorded 1560s. Figurative use in reference to a calamity, disease, etc. is from 1580s.

I confess I am having difficulties with what is referred to, in some circles, as the onset of old age. Does it begin with an awareness of how other people perceive one? When travelling on the London Underground, a while back, a young person stood up and offered me her seat. She was sitting in one of the seats, at the end of a row, which had the sign requesting people to offer up the seat to the ‘less able to stand’. It was the first time this had ever happened. On rare occasions, when I was younger, I too would offer my seat to someone I perceived as being less able to stand. The courtesy had now been reversed.
I am assuming that this change in perception has been gradual, although my own awareness of it was made manifest by the young lady offering me her seat. In that sense it was indeed an onset, an assault or attack on my senses. A mild one, I admit, but an attack nonetheless. So my difficulties arise from the question, how do I deal with this phenomenon? How is my behaviour to change to cope with this new self-awareness? By breaking bad? This would simply be returning to one’s activities during the 1960’s. Life in a narcotic fog, although pleasant, is no longer physically possible. The knees won’t wear it.  In any event a small degree of financial stability has crept into the equation. Not vast sums, but one is - as one often hears in certain quarters of Miami, New York and Tel Aviv – comfortable. I am touching wood as I write.
So now here is my current dilemma.
We are planning to go to Tours-sur-Marne, in France, to visit the Chauvet Family, who make an excellent Champagne, and celebrate with them, Le Saint Vincent. It seems that every year on the last weekend of January, winegrowers celebrate and give thanks to their patron, Saint Vincent. Legends abound as to the origins. It is said that one day St Vincent stopped at a vineyard to chat to one of the wine growers. His donkey started nibbling the young shoots on the vine with the result that the following year, the crop was far more productive. The Saint’s donkey had invented pruning!
This seems a very nice reason to have a day long feast and drink lots of the local product.
The Chauvet’s have very kindly offered up accommodation and I have made some of the appropriate bookings for the journey which take place from the Friday to the Sunday. It would be nice to stop for lunch on the way from Calais to Tours-sur-Marne and to stop in Paris for lunch on the way back on the Sunday.
My first plan was to stop in Laon (a lovely ancient town on top of a steep hillock) on the Friday and have a light lunch at a little brasserie  called Arsenic et Vieilles Dentelles.  On the way back I thought we could go through Paris and have lunch at Chartiers, a very nice large Bistro, cheap and cheerful. But then I thought what about a slightly more upmarket lunch, Au Petit Riche, par exemple, but then I’ve not been to the Eiffel Tower for ages, and there is Ducasse’s new Le Jules Verne, which is, as de Maupassant put it, the only place in Paris where one can avoid looking at the Eiffel Tower, and there is such a lovely view of the city. I then thought it would be nice to treat ourselves to a Sunday lunch at La Tour d’Argent where there is an equally lovely view of the city. I have been going on about lunch at La Tour D’Argent for some time. Unfortunately La Tour is not open on Sunday.


So do we go through Paris on the Friday in order to have lunch at La Tour d”Argent or opt for lunch in Paris on the way back, on Sunday, at one of the other three - Chartier, Au Petit Riche, Le Jules Verne?
Chartier

Le Jules Verne

Au Petit Riche
La Tour d'Argent

Sunday, 4 January 2015

WHAT'S THIS THING ABOUT A MADELEINE

OYMPIC CINEMA

JULIUS RAAB PLATZ

Memory, again. We have been listening recently to an audio book of Swans Way narrated by Neville Jason. A great read, although Marcel comes off as a bit of a whimp. We had some friends round for supper and mention was made of the Olympic Cinema in Barnes which boasts extremely comfortable armchairs, with an adjacent table on which to place ones food and drink, in order to enjoy the film in great style. The idea of the Café Cinema is, of course, not new, but the current version is clearly more comfortable. The story, like Proust’s Madeleine prompted me to recall an incident from 1950’s Vienna. My family had been staying in a demi-pension by the Julius-Raab Platz. Across the way was the Urania Cinema and from the corner window of our flat on the top floor one had a good view of the city toward the Prater and the big wheel as well as the banks of the Donau Kanal. The current was quite swift near the bridge and I would watch some kids jumping in the canal and surfing along with the stream. It seemed like a lot of fun, although the water was an uninviting dark brown colour. My mother’s view was that it was loaded with polio bacteria as well as any number of other disabling and deadly diseases. We were forbidden to go near the banks or the lads. Staying at the pension was an Italian family by the name of Novarese. The father was Vittorio Nino Novarese, a costume designer and his daughter was called Letizia. At the time, 1954 or 1955 I thought Letizia was years older than me, however I discover that she was only a year older. Her mother was Giuliana Gianni. For some reason they took a shine to me and I was invited out to go to the cinema with Letizia to see The 5000 Fingers of Dr. T.  Giuliana drove us to the place which turned out to be an old Viennese café with had probably once been a nightclub. There was a stage and a screen. We sat on wrought iron chairs with matching tables. We were joined by one of the actors working on the same film as Nino, Marina Vlady and someone who I believe was Marina’s boyfriend. They all seemed very sophisticated and much older. At the time, I was 12, I now find that Letizia just going on 14, and Marina was 17. The film they were working on at the time was Sinfonia d’Amore, directed by Glauco Pelegrini, staring Claude Laydu and Marina Vlady. She was a very pretty girl, as was Letitzia. I now see on the Internet Movie Database, Letizia became an actor as well although appears to have ended up in Real Estate. This is her entry:

Letizia Novarese
Letícia Román was born on August 12, 1941 in Rome, Lazio, Italy as Letizia Novarese. She is an actress, known for The Evil Eye (1963), G.I. Blues (1960) and Fanny Hill: Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure (1964).
Daughter of costume designer Vittorio Nino Novarese and actress Giuliana Gianni.
Was engaged to Aaron Spelling. The two broke it off when Aaron met Carol Candy Spelling.
A friend of Sally Field.
Studied drama under famed acting coach Sanford Meisner for about four months.
Her parents did not want her to become an actress.
Speaks 5 languages: her native Italian, French, Spanish, German, and English. She learned English when she came to the U.S.
Came to the U.S. (Hollywood) in late 1958 with her father Vittorio Nino Novarese, when he was was hired to design costumes for Spartacus (1960) and stayed on to do The Story of Ruth (1960), Cleopatra (1963), and other films.
(As of 1986) As a Beverly Hills real estate broker, she exclusively represented the Ten Five Sixty Wilshire building since October 1985. Since 1982, she took over sales at the 82-unit Westford at 10750 Wilshire Blvd., and subsequently sold its 67 remaining units.
As a West Hollywood landlord, she filed a lawsuit in Los Angeles Superior Court to exempt her 15-unit apartment building from the city's freeze on rents because she was suffering a net loss of $1,600 a month. It was the first legal action taken against West Hollywood's rent control law. [April 1985]
As of 2011) Her son, Oliver John Gelles, is a director of global marketing for Ormco Corp (since 2003). He is married to Jennifer Gelles, a real estate negotiator in short sales and foreclosure properties. They live in Orange County, California.
Former actress. Has a career as a prominent real estate broker in Beverly Hills, California (c. 1969) under the name Letizia Gelles.
(As of 2012) Retired from being a successful, long-time California real estate agent and living in Italy.
Former president of Italy-America Chamber of Commerce West (IACCW) in Los Angeles, California.
Longtime real estate broker in Beverly Hills, California
Italy: Living and retired.
Career in real estate in California.
Italy: Living and retired.


Marina Vlady
So what does a madeleine do for you?

Thursday, 1 January 2015

2015 - TIME TO BEGIN AGAIN

Time to begin again. I have left the blog fallow for a year. It has been slack, idle, dormant, inert, quiescent, unseeded, untilled and uncultivated.  And yet – and yet there has been a continuing readership of various entries. I am not sure if this means that the ground upon which the blog rests is still fertile and capable of resurrection. To date, the most popular are:
31 Mar 2011

13 Jan 2012

12 Aug 2013, 2 comments









Difficult to know what to make of these statistics since the most viewed is merely a picture logo for the CIA. The question ‘Do You Have Clearance?’ seems to be the attraction. The second most viewed is a piece on Friday the 13th, followed by a short comment on visual perception. Is it that security, superstition and how the eye perceives images are somehow linked together?

The result is that it is impossible to form a view as to the effectiveness of the written blog. Has the writing performed? Has there been any indication that performance objectives have been realised or that there are any performance objectives at all.

It would have been nice to have some feedback from casual readers who may have chanced upon an entry and actually paused to read the contents. Comments from friends, whilst always sought for and welcome, are not quite the same as those from the unknown reader. There is something about the harshness, as well as the kindness, of strangers that inspires confidence in what one is attempting.


So, it is time to begin again and see whether 2015 will bring about more effective performance objectives sufficient to inspire ‘comment from people on the platform’.