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sandoz_iscariot ([personal profile] sandoz_iscariot) wrote in [community profile] scans_daily2009-11-29 13:04

Alison Bechdel's "Fun Home"

Scans from Alison Bechdel's memoir Fun Home: A Family Tragicomic. The summary from the back cover: "Distant and exacting, Bruce Bechdel was an English teacher and director of the town funeral home, which Alison and her family referred to as the 'Fun Home.' It was not until college that Alison, who had recently come out as a lesbian, discovered that her father was gay. A few weeks after this revelation, he was dead, leaving a legacy of mystery for his daughter to resolve."

In Chapter 4, "In the Shadow if Young Girls in Flower," Alison discovers some incriminating photos.

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Alison has a childhood memory of a diner...

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[personal profile] khamelea 2009-11-29 21:09 (UTC)(link)
As a native speaker of french, the deeper resonance that "perdu" is supposed to have over "lost" in context escapes me.

I associate perdu as "spoiled" like in the mundane context of, like, "pain perdu," stale bread. It just feels like it's used as a synonym of lost in Proust's title. But I'm certainly not familar with Proust.
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[personal profile] greenmask 2009-11-30 08:56 (UTC)(link)
Well, I think you've nailed it right there. Lost, as a native speaker of english, is just "gone, no longer able to be found". It has no influence on the base state of the item in question, only on its lack of presence to the speaker.

Lost time is just time that has passed and can't be revisited. Lost as in spoiled time, memories coloured forever - for the worse - by new events. One can recall they felt good, but is unable to recover the joy of the memory.

I'm not familiar with Proust either, though.