Or at least part of my life that seems long, long past.
In my final year of college, where I majored in French Language and Literature, I developed a penchant for medieval French literature. Yeah, talk about obscure professional training.
This evening, 20 years later, Theo came down raving about an advance review copy of a graphic novel he's reading called The Song of Roland. Smoke coming from my ears, the wheels slowly churning, I dug up archaic neural pathways to remember that The Song of Roland, or for we French speakers La Chanson de Roland, is one of the earliest works of French literature. I remember war, dying and love, nothing more specific.
Thank heavens for wikipedia where you, too can now explore the high points of ancient French literature. Here's The Song of Roland for you, and my favorite, The Book of The City of Ladies. Christine de Pizan took a first stab at feminism way back in 1405, in a story that fascinated me for many, many years.
Old dear friends, long passed by. I hope you enjoy getting acquainted with them.
No comments:
Post a Comment