(France Nostalgie)
A rather surprising passage caught my attention in the epilogue to the last Houellebecq , as if to read Democracy in America seclusion in her childhood home in the Creuse gave him some ideas on a possible future of our French company, or as if he had spoken with Koolhaas about his budding interest on the future of the Swiss countryside (confession he gave us during his final appearance in Paris Centre Pompidou but we have Unfortunately still no news)
"He was remembering vaguely Chatelus le Marcheix was in his mind a little decrepit village, usually of rural France, and nothing more. But in the first step in the village, it was invaded by amazement. First, the village had grown considerably, there were at least twice, maybe three times as many homes. And these houses were dainty, flower, built in a manic respect of traditional housing Limousin. Across the main street store fronts opened regional products, crafts, art, a hundred yards he counted three cafes offering Internet connections at low prices - it will read later in a promotional brochure that the council had funded the launch of a geostationary satellite to improve the speed of Internet connections in the department. During the weeks that followed, he explored slowly, small steps, without actually leaving the Limousin, this country - France - which was unquestionably his. France, had obviously changed a lot. It connects to the internet many times, he had several conversations with hoteliers, restaurateurs, with other service providers (Périgeux of a garage, an escort of Limoges) and all confirmed the initial impression, shooting, yes the country had changed, changed dramatically. The traditional inhabitants of rural areas had almost completely disappeared. New arrivals came from urban areas, had replaced with a keen appetite for business and sometimes moderate ecological beliefs, marketable. They had begun to repopulate the hinterland - and this attempt, after many other unsuccessful attempts, this time based on an accurate knowledge of market forces, and their acceptance lucid, had fully succeeded. new professions had their appearance - or rather ancient professions had been given to the style of the day, such as wrought iron, brassware: we had seen the emergence of floating gardens. A Jabreilles-les-Bordes, a village three miles distant from that of Jed, had resettled a blacksmith. The Basement, with its network of groomed trails, forests, glades lent itself admirably for riding. More generally, France, on the economic front was well. Become a country primarily agricultural and tourism, she showed remarkable strength during the various crises that had succeeded. With little to sell but charming hotels, perfumes and rillettes - what we call a lifestyle - France had resisted easily to market fluctuations. Because it was not the fate that had led to engage in basketry craft, the renovation of a rural cottage, or the manufacture of cheese, but a business plan, an economic choice weighed rational. Educated, tolerant, affable, they lived together without any particular difficulty with foreigners present in their area - they had this interest since they constitute the bulk of their clientele. This new generation showed itself more conservative, more respectful of money and established social hierarchies than any that had preceded it. More surprisingly, the birth rate had actually risen this time in France, even without regard to immigration, which was anyway almost fallen to zero since the disappearance of the last industrial jobs and the drastic reduction of protective measures Social occurred in the early 2020 '
This anticipation, a bit clumsy and conservative, appears to be based on the fact that we operated increasingly returning to the rural, rustic values, with all the good feelings and good ecological thinking that this vehicle, and myths related to the campaign, neighborhood life, etc. etc. in short, a return to authenticity in a word. But as it is justly remarked by those who lived just a few generations ago are now disappearing. I wanted about it, and without misplaced nostalgia, include two documentaries witness of this world that goes with the last generation before the war.
The first story is Paris, Daguerreotypes is that of Agnes Varda on rue Daguerre in the 14th. A street that she lived a life of neighborhood she lived and she shares with her eyes, although sometimes too tender, traders on the street (in a radius of 50 meters) and life neighborhood still present at the execution in 1975. She shares the day of small shops, interior with artisan vendors, slowness and patience of their work in times of expectations, in downtime, times, empty eyes cross: " Each morning the curtain rises in the theater of everyday life, we are directory is very well known, the stars are bread, milk, IRONMONGER, meat, and white linen but also the right time and short hair "
The second Modern life by Raymond Depardon, returns to the homeland of the photographer that he left at age 16. After returning from an asylum Italian films, a hospital or French court, he re-enters a world inaccessible and silent, the peasants of Ariege, Lozère, Haute-Loire Haute-Saone
So at a time when live in the country means more to live on the outskirts of the city, where rural life is scarce until exhaustion, but where paradoxically the values of simple living, closer to exalt nature and is not silly to think of a reinvestment of the campaign - not as a simple place of residence or holiday production land, in the sole of the cities - but as a body capable of producing a truly clean and strong economy. In the only country I know of that a radio station called Nostalgia, invest heavily in this system sentimentalist is perhaps a key to its future.
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