"In the creation of fiction, in war, in museums real or imaginary, in culture, in history perhaps, I have found again and again a fundamental riddle, subject to the whims of memory which -whether or not by chance- does not recreate life in its original sequence. Lit by an invisible sun, nebulae appear which seem to presage an unknown constellation. Some of them belong to the realm of imagination, others to the memory of a past which appears in sudden flashes or must be patiently probed: for the most significant moments in my life do not live in me, they haunt rne and flee from me altemately. No matter. face to face with the unknown, some of our dreams are no less significant than our memories. And so I return here to certain scenes which I once transposed into fiction. Often linked to memory by inextricable bonds, they sometimes turn out, more disturbingly, to be linked to the future too."
- Andre Malraux, Anti-Memoirs
(Translated by Terence Kilmartin)
BOOK I
1961 - A Point of View
[1] The annual
meeting of the stockholders of the Boatwright Corporation
[2] What are
you going to do about Boatwright and what are you going to do about yourself?
[3] Have we
learned anything this evening, Doctor?
[4] Producing
results?
[5] Alexander's
Feast
[6] How'd you
like to go over to Salzburg for a month with me?
BOOK II
1947 - An Island
[7] You're not
going to Berlin. You're staying here.
[8] All right,
we're the Military Government.
[9] The Americans
are teaching us to be democratic instead of fascistic.
[10] Well,
this is Fasching.
[11] Letters
after Ash Wednesday
[12] Say Boris
is at Schloss Fyrmian.
[13] THE AMERICAN
ACADEMY IN EUROPE - Prospectus for the First Session
[14] Learn
to think of people as individuals.
[15] Parlez-moi
d'amour, redites-moi des choses tendres.
[16] Not one
thing left to show that you've ever been on earth? - "Sources of Soviet
Conduct"
[17] A Countess,
a Prussian Officer and a Ländler
[18] Now this
part of your life is over and I'm sending you home.
[19] A father
who's too busy to watch his son die. - The Spring of 1961
[20] I cannot
sell Schloss Fyrmian to the Academy.
BOOK III
1961 - A Change of Air
[21] The first
thing I saw was the Festung Hohensalzburg far in the distance, silhouetted
against the shadowy curtain of the high mountains.
[22] Next day
at the Academy we got to work - Graham, you know what Fleischer did?
[23] Im weißen
Rößl am Wolfgangsee
[24] Brockaw
writing a thesis on Austrian baroque architecture? - Boatwright Corporation
and Boris Fleischer, plaintiffs
[25] You know
there a Mr. Devereaux? Mr. Armistead Devereaux?
[26] I think
always of Peter Devereaux.
[27] It sounds
like an act of desperation, and it won't hold up in court.
[28] In those
Oklahoma Hills WHERE AH WAS BOW-AHHHN!
[29] ... that
we should meet again like this . . . I think perhaps there is a reason.
[30] "Is there
here an American by name of Brockaw?"
[31] This is
Boris Fleischer!
[32] "Does
Hans work for Gehlen?" Paola shook her head. "More the other way around."
[33] Won't
you please come home? Everybody needs you, I most of all.
[34] With this
Waffenstillstand you have time now.
[35] You're
going to regret this for the rest of your life!
[36] We Europeans
would not do it. None of us. - People think you need medical attention.
[37] Will they
trust you?
[38] Some things
about the U.S.A. are perhaps rather important, and to us impressive.
[39] You're
going to need a good lawyer.