Gaspard de la Nuit
by Louis Bertrand, translated by Gian Lombardo

ISBN: 978-1-935835-29-5
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Publication Date: Dec 21 2022
8.5 x 11 inches, 292 pages
PROSE POETRY

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Louis Bertrand's Gaspard de la Nuit: Fantasies in the Manner of Rembrandt and Callot (originally published in 1842 in France) is credited as being the first Western collected work that stands on its own of the modern prose poem. Constructed almost like a hall of mirrors, Bertrand used the character of Gaspard to render these vignettes that are fantasies of life gone by. Written in the early 19th century, but mimicking life two, three and even four centuries before, the modern reader is presented with what a mirror does best: presenting both 'sides' of an image - ugliness and beauty. Each piece deftly paints its own scene. Bertrand uses his unique version of Romanticism and fuses it with his conception of the Gothic. His subject matter ranges from the beautiful dream to horrific nightmare, from kings and queens to low-born tavern keepers and bandits.

Consisting of six "books" -- Flemish School, Old Paris, Night and Its Spells, Chronicles, Spain and Italy, and Sylphs -- this edition tries to follow Bertrand's initial instructions on how he wanted his manuscript to appear: full of images everywhere, including all of Bertrand's known drawings. Over 300 images are included, mostly period artwork.

The book did not have much success at the time with the general public, but it did have a profound effect on a number of French writers (Baudelaire, Rimbaud, Mallarmé, the Surrealists, Jacob, etc.). Bertrand's book inspired Charles Baudelaire to apply "to the description of our more abstract modern life the same method [Bertrand] used in depicting the old days, so strangely picturesque." It was Gaspard that prompted Baudelaire's quest in Paris Spleen to attain "the miracle of a poetic prose, musical, without rhythm and without rhyme, supple enough and rugged enough to adapt to the lyrical impulses of the soul, the undulations of reverie, the jibes of conscience." And for André Breton, "Bertrand is Surrealist in the past."

This translation seeks to be as faithful as possible to Bertrand's original manuscript.

“A splendid translation of Bertrand, which makes available a text that brings to the light of day the underside of experience that has not yet been noticed. There is some curious mingling of the ordinary and the extraordinary in Bertrand, whose angle of vision and unique perspective have yielded an outstanding text.”
— Lawrence Fixel

From Gaspard de la Nuit...

Scarbo

“Dear Lord, grant me at the hour of my
death the last rights, a linen shroud,
a fir coffin and a dry place for my grave.”
Paternosters of a General

Scarbo muttered much into my ear that night: “Whether you die absolved or damned, you’ll have a cobweb for a shroud. And, don’t worry, I’ll wind the spider in it with you.”

By the time I answered him my eyes were red from having cried so much. “Oh, may I at least have an aspen leaf for a shroud so I can be lulled by lake breezes?”

“No!” the snickering dwarf jeered. “You’re going to be fodder for dung-beetles hunting down gnats blinded by the setting sun.”

“How about,” I asked him with my cheeks still streaming with tears, “how about if I were sucked up by a tarantula with an elephant-size trunk? Would you like that better?”

“That’d be good,” he added. “But console yourself with the fact that you’ll have a snakeskin with its thin, gold-flecked bands for a shroud. I’ll wrap you in it tighter than a mummy.

“And in Saint-Bénigne’s filthy crypt I’ll lay you to rest propped up against a wall. There you’ll hear at your leisure small babies crying in Limbo.”

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