the conquering and conquered nature

It was several years ago that Pamina and Nils had moved to Les Hautes Huttes, a very old low farmhouse from the end of the 18th century that clings to the slopes of the Vosges, which descend towards Colmar.

And over the years, this choice, which in a way was Nils’ choice that Pamina had stuck to, had each day a little more entrenched them in this forest, which took them away from everything but also protected them from everything and everything.

Thanks to Nils, whose ability to say “no” had even overcome the desires of Rural Engineers, Corps des Ponts et Chaussées‘To develop access, turning the inaccessible path that led to Hautes Huttes into a carpet of bitumen capable of dumping around all the mass tourism on Sundays and holidays, to make it too easily accessible for voracious popcorn eaters, supermarket throwers ice packs, incarnated roars or blossoming radio headphones, acres of nature that had neither asked for nor needed any of this.

Nils had even (re) pushed the world beyond the boundaries of their acres of harsh snow-covered winters by planting so many trees that even the eyesof Google Earth can no longer pierce the canopy» .

And little by little, the confusing nature had drained behind it a whole fauna, which bite hay grass from farmers and against [laquelle] they knew nothing: the big game [appartenant] to the selected tenderer» hunts bought from the municipalities or other administrations that had put them up for auction.

That’s how one day came to their home too, Leo! Go! Who had asked them for permission to set up a hide on their property, due it was a special place»,what they had been vaguely aware of had often felt these mysterious and silent presentations around them. Look, which he had built with his own hands, of which he had left a key to Pamina, and to which he regularly returned to take pictures.

For a long time, Pamina had lived next to this lookout post. Until the day when, years after its construction, it had taken the plunge, convinced Léo was a kind of Yaqui wizard who knew all about deer language and had to introduce him to it»!

A dive into a sovereign and majestic world that could only lead him on the trail of these living beings who have become annoying intruders for peasants, obsessions for trophy hunters, potential images for photographers, and fleeting visions for simple observers. A leap between worlds where the one who has a gun has a definite power that the others do not have.

As Claudie HUNZINGER unfolds her novel, we step into the world that opens up before Pamina is totally fascinated by the discovery of what happens behind her back when she does not look closely at how other living beings colonize that space, we share with them.

How she discovers all the life that exists and propagates in these famous spaces that are left for us, deserts (how small or large they are) where other species find space to exist.

Melt into the stillness of the wind rippling the tall grass and observe. To observe the life that flourishes around us while keeping our distance from us. Observe life teeming in a quiet but stubborn agitation, discreet but uninhibited, silent but exuberant. To last. To build a future. The man questions that.

I do not know where or from whom I read these words: man is this two-legged one who idolizes the living beings who serve his interests but for the others are qualified for harmful species never far away» . Who serves his interests!

Throughout the book, Pamina / Claudie HUNZINGER explores this boundary where our sense of exclusion should not be credited to our species. Whatever we are able to do within our own species, there is not much to expect from us compared to those that our religions have labeled aslower beings». With the notable exception of animists who retain (have) respect for their prey.

Prey that today has become one business» who auction off judgments, who sell hunting rights (when it is not a question of more or less occult “gifts”, if not with a prejudiced aim), who sell rights to kill and the resulting trophies, who sell meat in private circles. .. who serve its interests! And that it is not good to put in the spotlight because the threats can be violent. A shot is quickly fired» ! And the NFB […] go against you because it is the state and we do not attack the state»

So the writer asks: How to talk about the world and what the author has discovered in the one who eats at it?»There is only one possible option: Passing by»these threats! Because the author has the power to [recomposer] the real, so that is the power of fiction, that is». By inventing a book as an answer, as a right to answer that does not solve anything»!

A wonderful read.

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