{"id":3336,"date":"2006-11-01T00:00:00","date_gmt":"2006-10-31T23:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lireouimaisquoi.over-blog.com\/article-4383403-6.html"},"modified":"2014-08-27T23:22:23","modified_gmt":"2014-08-27T22:22:23","slug":"4383403","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/chezyueyin.org\/blog\/4383403\/","title":{"rendered":"Ciel Bleu"},"content":{"rendered":"<p align=\"justify\"> <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft\" height=\"157\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/chezyueyin.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/ciel_bleu.jpeg\" width=\"100\"\/> <font face=\"Verdana\">Galsan Tschinag nous conte ici une histoire d&#8217;enfance, son enfance, dans un campement Touvas en Mongolie. Le r&eacute;cit &eacute;tonnant de po&eacute;sie d&#8217;une vie nomade, dure, enti&egrave;rement ax&eacute;e sur l&#8217;&eacute;levage et le groupe familial, o&ugrave; chacun du plus petit au plus vieux trouve sa place et joue son r&ocirc;le.&nbsp; Seules les exigences du gouvernement communiste viennent troubler cette harmonie. La scolarisation obligatoire des &nbsp;enfants les coupe un temps de leur matrice, les obligeant &agrave; une vie grise et s&eacute;dentaire de pensionnaire. Mais il y a encore les vacances, le retour vers le campement et les courses interminables dans un d&eacute;cor trop somptueux pour que je me risque &agrave; le d&eacute;crire.<\/font><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\"><font face=\"Verdana\">C&#8217;est&nbsp;l&#8217;enfant Galsan qui&nbsp;nous raconte&nbsp;ce quotidien&nbsp;avec en fil d&#8217;ariane sa relation avec son chien Arsilang, le lion, qui symbolise son enfance. Il&nbsp;d&eacute;crit aussi&nbsp;sa grand-m&egrave;re choisie, seule au monde et adopt&eacute;e par sa famille, ses parents rudes mais attentifs aussi, son &nbsp;fr&egrave;re et sa soeur plus grands, partis plus t&ocirc;t pour l&#8217;&eacute;cole et&nbsp;revenus diff&eacute;rents&#8230; Une fen&ecirc;tre ouverte sur un d&eacute;sert sans autre &nbsp;limite que le ciel. Magnifique.<\/font><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\"><font face=\"Verdana\">Galsan Tschinag, ag&eacute; aujourd&#8217;hui&nbsp;d&#8217;une soixantaine d&#8217;ann&eacute;es, est&nbsp;n&eacute; et a &eacute;t&eacute; elev&eacute; dans les steppes du haut Alta&iuml; en Mongolie occidentale. A la fin de ses &eacute;tudes secondaires &agrave; Oulan-bator, il int&egrave;gre un cursus de linguistique en RDA. Ciel bleu, son premier roman, a &eacute;t&eacute; &eacute;crit en Allemand. Aujourd&#8217;hui en plus de l&#8217;&eacute;criture, il se consacre &agrave; la protection des traditions de son peuple, les Touvas.<\/font><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\"><font face=\"Verdana\" size=\"1\"><em>Ciel bleu, une enfance dans le haut Alta&iuml; &#8211; Galsan Tschinag &#8211; &eacute;ditions M&eacute;taili&eacute; &#8211; 1994<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Galsan Tschinag nous conte ici une histoire d&#8217;enfance, son enfance, dans un campement Touvas en Mongolie. 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