From one aspect,
it is about an attempt of re-discovering the
real meaning of faith and truth in the context and terms of the Christian
experience. Eating a never-ordinary breakfast in a never-ordinary morning in
legendary places of the European history and imagination becomes something
like a leitmotiv or background rhythm in the sonata of Jean's
illumination, with the exception of the presto misterioso of his depression.
The alternation between homesickness, estheticism, criticism and glimpses
of reality would be endless,
comprising more than anything else Jean's impasse, if the story remained only
this. But whatever goes beyond that alternation is not its result.
Thus most of
the criticism remains essentialy an alien body, maybe just
a passion for some things to be said by better names - even giving sometimes the impression of
killing time while waiting for the Things to happen. By the
same means that criticism, or the whole via
affirmationis, is revealed as
ultimately irrelevant, by these very means it sometimes seems totally
useless. On the other
hand, and maybe symmetrically, the real value of sensual pleasure is sometimes turned over
to aestheticism - a defect not
so evident in the selections we present here.
From one aspect, it is about an attempt of re-discovering the real meaning of faith and truth in the context and terms of the Christian experience. Eating a never-ordinary breakfast in a never-ordinary morning in legendary places of the European history and imagination becomes something like a leitmotiv or background rhythm in the sonata of Jean's illumination, with the exception of the presto misterioso of his depression. The alternation between homesickness, estheticism, criticism and glimpses of reality would be endless, comprising more than anything else Jean's impasse, if the story remained only this. But whatever goes beyond that alternation is not its result.
