8 May 2012

The beauty of Northern Portugal

I have recently returned from a 4 day trip to Northern Portugal, on a job tasting a lot of wines. This post will not talk much about wines. It is just to show the few pictures I was able to take, during a short break from almost constant rain that fell, not to mention the necessity for me to concentrate on the wines rather that shoot pictures.

These photographs were taken on an i-phone, on a wet and windy day in and around a quinta (the word means "estate", or "farm") in the Vinho Verde producing region north of the Douro, in the province of Minho. The wines from this estate are almost as well made as the buildings are beautiful, although I took no notes on them during the lunch we had there, since we were all very hungry and only started eating at 4.30 pm!



The place is called Louredo, and I find that it illustrates the strange combination that exists in this 18th century Portuguese architecture between a form of rural austerity and the baroque flamboyance that can be readily seen in local ecclesiastical architecture.










2 May 2012

Original, “in the style of”, or copy: the dilemma of the artist’s studio system

Damien Hirst (and some former assistants?)

Until the advent of the romantically embellished figure of the poor, misunderstood and solitary artist, which can be broadly dated to the late 19th century, most painters or sculptors who had some kind of a career would manage a large studio (or studios) and fill it with a small army of apprentices and assistants. Maybe not as many as contemporary artists such as Damien Hirst or Jeff Koons, but probably on a par with Andy Warhol and his “Factory” in the 1960’s and 70’s in New York. The business of producing what we may think of today as “unique works of art” was very much about producing images that were desirable to the rich and famous who bought them, thereby generating instant desire for similar objects in the hearts and pockets of all those wanabees that flitted around the courts of the dukes and kings of the period. As with clothes, decoration and architecture, fashion in paintings and painters took its lead from the top social levels, and the most visible and powerful usually called the tune.


Leda and the swan, by Leonardo da Vinci: but just how much of this did the man himself paint?

This created a considerable market for works of art “in the style of” Leonardo, Michelangelo, Rembrandt, Rubens, Goya or whoever. And these artists, who enjoyed considerable success during their lives, did their very best to respond to that market opportunity by producing huge numbers of works: drawings, paintings or sculptures. Of course they were not able to produce all of them single-handed. They enlisted teams of assistants to help them. Some, like Rembrandt, delegated many of the works they signed under a complex contractual system. Others, like Leonardo or Goya, organized what could be likened to a production line in which the master reserved the key parts of the work for his own execution (composition, key figure, face of key figure, etc.) delegating most of the rest, or just the background, to assistants.


Who is who and who did what?

These methods of production were current practice at a time when apprenticeships were long. These apprenticeships, as well as subsequent employment as assistants, usually involved extended periods of slavishly copying the style, and even the works, of the master. This system was so widespread that it caused, in the following centuries, endless problems for museum curators and other experts in the attribution of works from these periods. To add to the difficulty, the “masters” very often signed everything that left their studios, whether they had personally laid their hands on the brush, pencil or chisel or not. For instance, the list of 5000 drawings attributed to Rembrandt by Fritz Lugt in 1933 was whittled down to 1300 by Otto Benesch in 1950, and has since been reduced further. In 1984, just 78 signed drawings were considered to be truly by the hand of Rembrandt by the twin expertise of Martin Royalton-Kish, of the British Museum, and Peter Schatborn from Amsterdam.


Which, is any, of these "self"portraits were drawn or engraved by Rembrandt himself?

Rembrandt would apparently sign any drawing produced in his style by an apprentice or assistant, if he considered it to be worthy and in his style. This was current practice at the time: the master got the money, and the apprentice/assistant gained experience and the possibility of adding “former assistant to x”, to his visiting card. The same process continued, to some extent, through the 19th century, although this is better documented in the case of artists such as Delacroix or Rodin. At the height of his glory in the Amsterdam of the mid-17th century, Rembrandt’s studio, like that of Rubens in Anvers, operated somewhat like a modern day art school, but with a single teacher. Rembrandt had around 50 students who paid him 100 florins each per year whilst producing works under his guidance. Some 2400 drawings have been catalogued as coming from this studio. Most of them were sold as such and some were signed by the man himself, even if he had not actually touched them otherwise. The conditions imposed on his pupils were radical: they had to remain silent about studio practices and secrets (including these production methods) for five years, during which, in addition, they were only authorized to imitate the master’s style. And this period remained valid even if they left the studio. The works they produced were commercialised at the time without any clear line being drawn between them and works from Rembrandt’s own hand. It was only a century or so later that a distinction began to emerge between drawings or paintings “from the studio of Rembrandt” or “in the style of Rembrandt” and true originals. These practices continue to cause headaches today for experts designated to authenticate works that come up for auction, or which, already in museums or other collections, have their attribution brought into question. Few experts ever agree on such subjects, such was the quality of the work of many pupils.

But, in the end, does “authenticity” really matter that much. Of course, we have become so obsessed with money that the change in the market value of a work according to whether it is considered to be authentic or not is huge. But surely it’s aesthetic value has not changed. If the work was admired when considered to be by the hand of some master, does it become less beautiful because it is discovered to have been painted by some anonymous student (or team of students)? In a sense, I would say that the removal of a well-known name from the plaque beside a painting in a museum actually liberates one’s own aesthetic judgment of that work. Many people who visit museums and exhibitions seem to be so obsessed with the name of the artist on the plaque that they barely even look at the work itself as they pass by in their constant, tramping flow, before ticking their little mental box of “seen the Cézanne show” (or whatever). Seeing a work by someone who is anonymous, whose name has not been preceeded by endless laudatory prose and a mountain of postcards, certainly lifts the burden of pre-judgement.  


28 Apr 2012

My next bike should be a KTM 690

I have already mentioned here my current (and dreadfully recurrent) Ducati woes. Ducrappi perhaps we should call these things, despite their excellent performance, usually good looks and general sex appeal. And the attitude of the French importer is beyond description in terms of after sales service!

I have had a kind of a love affair with the first version of the Multistrada, and have owned 2 of them. The second one (a 2005 1000S model) has had SOOOO many problems due to defects in its materials that I have now fallen heavily out of love with the thing. The new Multistrada is too heavy, too complicated, and too expensive for me. And I find the thing a bit ugly to boot. Plus I do not feel like putting any more money in these people's pockets. 

This winter I have had the time to consider my needs, as well as my financial capacity, quite carefully. I went to the Paris bike show last December and had a good look around.
(see here:  http://morethanjustwine.blogspot.fr/2011/12/paris-bike-show.html). I have come to the conclusion that too many modern bikes have gotten heavy and over complicated. This is partly due to masses of electronic devices that we don't know how to fix and in some cases barely need. We also have no idea how long they will last. These machines are also, on the whole, uselessly powerful. Unless you are going to run a bike on a racetrack, where on earth can you use anything more than 100 horsepower? All machines sold in France are limited to this level, but if a machine has been designed for 150 horsepower or more, it seems rather likes chopping off one foot to bridle it to that extent. Then there is the price factor, which cuts out all those mouthwatering specials from artisan builders. I already have the rebuilt Norton Commando anyway. 

So, as soon as the latest painfully expensive repair is completed on my Ducati, it will be sold and I will emigrate from Italy to Austria, go down in size and get something light, fun, simpler and (I hope) solidly built. And I will sell it while it is still under guarantee and go buy another one (if the bike is good) or something else.


This is the picture I took at the bike show of KTM's latest Superduke 690. Although I am not a fan of orange on a bike, the looks will do. KTM have softened the very angular look that the previous version had and which did not attract me. I will probably go for the black version and lose those nasty decals on the tank. A couple of other accessories (KTM have been smart and brought it out with an extensive catalogue) to make the thing a bit more practical, and we will be back in business. Here are some more pics:





I have read a few road tests and done one myself. It seems this version is far more useable and comfortable that previous ones, and that one can even do distances with it. Not much wind shelter up front though, is there ? Back to long treks on a single? Maybe not. It can always go on the trailer and be used wherever. But this is the most powerful single ever sold as a road bike. We'll see if I can stand the vibration! When I road tested it for a short while on some twisties, I had a lot of fun instantly. The bike is very light and well balanced and you can just throw it about. I was so busy anticipating the next corner that I didn't feel any vibration. In fact it seems amazingly smooth for a single, but doesn't much like pulling away from under 3000 rpm (then neither does my Ducati). Braking is very good, even if the fork dips a bit when braking hard, and you can even brake when leant over without it righting itself much. Nice feeling when you are running out of road! 




Not sure that I'll be doing a lot of stunting, but it certainly feels like it would enjoy that stuff too...




So let's hope those guys at Ducati finally find the parts and we can all go to Austria for a change of scenery. Been a long time since I has a single-cylinder road bike. In fact the last one must have been this venerable BSA Bantam 150cc two-stroke, back in, what, the early 1960's! Mmm, think I'll feel the difference...



26 Apr 2012

Drawing bikes, by Alex Oxley



Alex Oxley was an English illustrator, specialised in bikes and cars, who worked between the 1930's and 1950's. I had never heard of him untill my honorable fellow-blogger and fellow bike maniac, Hugues de Domingo, whose birthday it is (or nearly), posted a series of Oxley's drawings on his excellent blog, Le Dépassionné (see link somewhere down on the left).

24 Apr 2012

Two really good wines

After the first wave of electoral fever here in France last weekend, I felt like drinking something from other places.

Guess why? Well, the stupidly xenophobic party currently called "National Front" that has virtually no programme except for taking France out of Europe and throwing all non-French people out (I am hardly exagerating!) managed to get about 18% of the votes here on Sunday. At least they came in only third. In a way, it might have been better in the long run for them to come second, then they would have had to show their real and rotten mettle and would have been soundly beaten in the next round. Perhaps not on second thoughts.

Enough of that and on with some good things in life, ie 2 really good wines that I drank with friends the other evening.


1). Weingut Schloss Sommerhausen, Auxerrois Extra Brut Vintage 2004, Franken, Germany

On the left, the aperitive wine is a very fine sparkler from Germany's Franken (Franconia) region, in the centre of the country. This is probably one of the coldest wine-making regions in the world, and you can feel this in the incredibly fresh and crisp nature of this wine. The makers are obviously experts at producing sparkling wines, as this has very fine bubbles and just as much, if not more delicacy than many Champagnes. The bottle we drank was made from the rare Pinot Auxerrois grape, and was very lightly dosed as an Extra Brut (less than 5 grams, I expect). Amost clear as water in its colour, but the flavours are all there, with an incredibly delicate touch, perfect balance and good length. It leaves the palate feeling very alert and refreshed, wanting another glass. 
I have seen it on sale at around 25 euros, which is not cheap, but it is well worth that. It goes to prove that one can find treasures amongst the vast mass of usually indifferent German sekt.

And here is a picture of part of their vineyards. Need some south-facing slope to get grapes ripe here, I expect:



2). Mazzei, Fonterutoli Chianti Classico 2009, Tuscany, Italy

On the right of the top picture, a more classical choice (no play of words intended!) with this really good Chianti Classico from the very old family Mazzei, who have been established in Tuscany since 1435. That of course has no bearing on their ability or will to make a good wine or not, but it is a fact nonetheless. The wine is just about everything one could want from a modern Chianti: finely textured and full of fruit, with that gloriously juicy freshness that seems so regularly present in Italian reds, especially from hilly Tuscany,and just enough structure to ensure that it has the character to go with flavoursome dishes. This is not a huge overpowering wine: it proves once again that it is not necessary to be "big" to be beautiful!
I paid a little under 20 euros for this in a retail shop in Paris and it was worth every centime. When wines are that good, they just disappear so fast that you need another bottle. I didn't have one so we remained very reasonable in our consumption that evening.  

22 Apr 2012

Election times

It will have escaped few of us that this year is pretty heavy on elections in some of the world's major countries (not sure quite how one defines "major", but the term is widely used and will have to do for the moment). I can think of the Presidential election in the USA, coming up in November, the similar one recently held in Russia (anyone care to define "similar" in this case?), and of course, for those of you who can put France on the map, the one currently under way here in France where I live.

Elections, in the democratic sense, are things that are not held in all countries in the world. And some of these countries are big, such as China, or very rich, like Saudi Arabia. In other countries elections may be held, but their results are not always upheld by those that really hold power (ie the military). They may also be rigged to a greater or lesser extent. This means that those of us who live in democracies should be pretty damned grateful that we have the opportunity to vote from time to time. And that we don't have people with guns in the voting booths!

That said, I am a lousy example myself. It is very much a case of "do as I say, not as I do". I have lived in France for close on 40 years and have yet to become a citizen of this country. I cannot therefore vote in major elections, although I am allowed to in those held for the European parlaiment, or for the local town council. I am ashamed to confess that I have never honoured either of these. It is of course a little weird to me that this country, France, in which I have lived and paid my taxes for the best part of my life, does not allow me to participate in the election of its political elite. But those are the rules of the game and, if you don't like them, there are 2 options: move elsewhere or ask for citizenship. I have recently decided to take the second option.

Now, assuming that I had made this epic decision some time ago and that the French authorities, in their great largesse, had accepted me as being, now, "French", for whom would I vote in the Presidential elections that are having their first round today?

You should first be aware that the French presidential election is not a parliamentary election. The President is the head of state, as in the USA. He (or she, but there has yet to be a lady President in France), is elected on the basis of direct universal suffrage (each person on the electoral role has one vote). Any number of candidates can enter, and the top 2 go through to a final round two weeks from now. Since the inception of the 5th Republic, the system has almost always put the candidates of the two major parties  (one so-called "right-wing", and one so-called "left-wing") into the final round. But there was one major exception when, in 2002, the socialist candidate, Lionel Jospin, was beaten into third place in the first round by the ultra-nationalist candidate, Jean-Marie Le Pen. The second round i 2002 then saw a massive 80% victory by the outgoing President, Jacques Chirac, as even the leftie voters rushed to block the possibility of letting Le Pen anywhere near power.

Nobody seriously expects that tonight's results will see a similar scenario, although Le Pen's daughter seems likely to come in third place, behind the two favourites: the outgoing President, Nicolas Sarkozy, and the socialist candidate, François Hollande.
The other candidates are a very mixed bunch. Likely to come 4th is a former socialist senator called Jean-Luc Melanchon, now turned demagogue and ally of the moribund communist party. His fiery meetings and cloud cuckoo-land promises seem to have seduced quite a large number of dreamers and protest voters. His one good point, in my book, has been his frontal attacks on the Front National candidate, Marine Le Pen. Equally unrealastic of course, is the latter's programme, which is also laced with the latent "fear and loathing"  content of all far-right politics. Then we have the "centre" candidate, François Bayrou, who came 3rd five years ago. He has played a very personal, but honest card that has had the result of reducing his electorate. Telling people what they do not enjoy hearing is never popular, but he is surely right about the necessity for France to get itself out of debt. There is also a "Green" candidate who has managed to lose most of the electorate that party had before, plus the usual marginals: a couple of Trotskists on the far left and another break-off one from the right wing.

You may or may not gather from the above which candidate would probably get my vote, if I had one to give. It would certainly not be the outgoing President Sarkozy, whose philistine, often flashy and inevitably flash-in-the-pan activities have not impressed me much over the past 5 years. The social-democratic party man Hollande does not generate huge waves of enthusiasm in me either, but he does at least seem to be serious and honest, although some of his electoral promises are quite absurd (but then who keeps electoral promises, once they are in there?).  Bayrou too seems honest but he has no chance. So I guess it would be a case of faute de mieux (a.k.a. "for want of something better"). All the same, I will be applying for citzenship, without too many illusions.



18 Apr 2012

Michael Connelly and screen versions of crime novels



The official trailer for The Lincoln Lawyer, the first crime novel by Michael Connelly featuring lawyer Mickey Haller


I recently watched the film based on Michael Connelly book "The Lincoln Lawyer" for the second time, this time on TV, having first seen it on the big screen when it came out here in France in 2011. I enjoyed it immensely both times. It stands up really well and I would rate it as an excellent screen adaptation; better than Clint Eastwood's slighly flat and overtly classical version of Blood Work, in which he himslf played the retired (but still active) FBI invesigator Terry McCaleb. The Lincoln Lawyer, directed by Brad Furman, has the feel and pace than is inherent in Connelly's writing, despite the fact that Connelly stayed away from the script writing. 




I have read quite a lot of Connelly's books and reckon him very high in his field. The best? What does that mean? Very good for sure. Connelly can write, he builds a story really well, manages suspense with mastery, and gives his characters flesh, humanity and enough of a dark streak for one not to be totally surprised whatever they get up to. This leaves him plenty of liberty to take his characters to places some way from their starting points. The peregrinations and doubts of Harry Bosch, for example, have taken him in and out of the LA homicide squad, and in and out of relationships too. Mickey Haller is not exception to this trend as having been a defense lawyer to start with, he accepts, in one book the position of Public Prosecutor. This is already anticipated in the scenario of the Lincoln Lawyer, when a police officer asks Haller "just which side do you stand on, Haller?" These guys are credible and all anti-heroes, likeable and smart, but flawed and at a distance from us.

It is as if Connelly knows where his characters are going, but you don't and the game is to discover their paths as the intrigue unravels. And the bad guys are, usually, monstrously perverted whilst remaining credible. Witness "The Poet", or indeed the baddie in the Lincoln Lawyer. No, I won't tell you who he is, but here is a link with more information...


Read on...(or watch the film)

15 Apr 2012

Wines of the week: Le Roc des Anges in the Roussillon

Its not that I am getting to be blasé or anything, but it does happen that weeks can go by without any single wine in particular really impressing me. About a fortnight ago I tasted a very special Valpolicella from Masi, but I didn't take any notes or photos at the time: I was enjoying it too much! I taste many wines in most weeks, and some may be good or even very good. But not that many leave me with that kind of feeling that I want to try them again as soon as possible, maybe even buy some, or perhaps go to see the place they come from.

Maury Op. Nord 2009 from Domaine Les Terres de Fagayra,
and Roc des Anges vin de pays des Pyrenées Orientales 2008


Last week a couple of the wines from an estate called Le Roc des Anges (the Angels' Rock: great name for a place) did all three things for me. Actually one of them is called by another name as it comes from a different estate, but they are both made by the same wife and husband team, Marjorie and Stéphane Gallet. This other wine is a red fortified Maury and is called Op. (for Opus) Nord from the 4 hectares estate that the Gallets acquired 4 years ago and which is named Domaine Les Terres de Fagayra.




The Roussillon is the name given to French Catalonia, and its capital is Perpignan, which a painter whose work I dislike, called Dali, famously described (actually its railway station) as "the centre of the world". But then he was the number one poseur. The area lies against the north-east Spanish border, squeezing itself into the narrow band of land between the Pyrenees mountains and the Mediterranean sea, wrapping itself around the mountains in a precarious balancing act. Although much of the plains and coastal reaches of the Roussillon have been ruined by the usual horrific sub-urban sprawl, laced with motorways, "commercial" zones, caravan sites, billboards and the rest of the usual trash, most of this region is ruggedly beautiful land which bears the imprint of its violent topography, not to mention past wars, winds that may blow for more than half the year, hot sun and frequent droughts.

Marjorie at work in her winery

The Gallets met while they were both oenology students at Montpellier University. Marjorie started the estate more or less on her own as Stephane had a job managing a large estate nearby called Mas Amiel. Now they work together. The 26 hectares of Le Roc des Anges are comprised of something like 50 different plots of vines, which, in this rock-strewn and constantly folding landscape makes for some very variable orientations, altitudes, and soil types, not to mention the varieties planted since they have acquired, bit by bit, many plots planted with old vines. This hard-to-work area has been progressively abandoned by the older generation of local vinegrowers, who, with rare exceptions, did not make their own wines but delivered their grapes to merchants or cooperative wineries. As there is an altitude factor involved, their whites are incredibly fresh for southern whites, but it is the reds, or one of them, that I am going to try to describe here. 



This is produced from a plot of very old (over 100 years) Carignan vines. I first sampled this wine, in Marjorie's first vintage, back in 2002 and it knocked me out then. This week I tasted the 2008 vintage. Don't be fooled by the label and the 1903 printed in bold type: that is the year in which the vines were planted. 

Carignan is a much maligned grape variety as it was for some time planted in the wrong places. But is particularly suited to this extreme climate and the low yields than result from the terrain and the lack of water, as it retains acidity despite the summer heat. Hence it never feels heavy, as can be the case with grenache, also widely planted around these parts. Carignan produced from old vines can be quite remarquable, like this one. 

The aromas are as intense as they are closely intermingled, and so are pretty hard to describe. The have shades of spices, wild black fruit, wood smoke and seem rich and warm without being overbearing. The natural warmth of the flavours is perfectly tempered by the ingrained acidity which makes the wine seem vibrant and crisp. The texture is still slightly rough, but that simply evokes images of the ruggedly sharp rocks that litter the land. The freshness continues right to the finish, drawing the wine along a passage of flavours that continue to delight one. I would like another glass please.




The Maury is comparable to a Vintage port on account of the fortification technique used to produce it. It is hence slightly sweet, having been fortified with 10% added alcohol during fermentation. But its tannins, acidity and texture are sufficient to make one almost forget the 16.5% alcohol content. Made with Carignan and Grenache (I think) it will probably last for a long time and I would be very interested to try a bottle in 20 years or so if I'm still around. Maybe I shouldn't have another glass of this, but it tempts me....here's some blue cheese, let's see if that works.










And here is the link to their very well-designed web site, in case you want to know more: http://www.rocdesanges.com/fr/index.html

As for me, I think I'll be heading there sometime this summer on my new bike (that's another story to be told sometime soon).


10 Apr 2012

Admirable Albert Camus


I have long been a considerable admirer of the French journalist, writer and philosopher Albert Camus (Nobel Prize for litterature in 1957), although I am ashamed to say it has been a long time since I read or re-read any of his work. It started for me at school in the early 1960's when I read, as part of the imposed syllabus for French A-levels, his short masterpiece of a novel, L'Etranger.



This book literally took my breath away (I admit to having been an impressionable adolescent when I read it), not only by its very direct, almost brutally abrupt and limpid style, but also by the implacable tragedy of its story and the ambiguity that this revealed, as a sort of cameo portrait of some of the attitudes that comprised French colonial presence in Algeria, where Camus was born and lived until the Second World War. Camus also manages, rather like Don Delillo in contemporary American litterature, to create, alongside stark reality, a dream-like atmosphere in this book. 


Albert Camus was, in some ways, a larger-than-life character. In any case someone who clearly lived life to the full, although his attitudes, especially in politics, were always realistic, down-to-earth, unpretentious and yet without in any sense betraying a true, inner ethic. He was in a way an antithesis to cynics like Sartre who sacrificed ethics on the alter of dogmatism, supporting the Stalinist régime despite all the evidence to show that it was a totalitarian abomination. And of course the two fell out over this, and Sartre and the rest of the communist-inspired intellectuals that seemingly ruled quite a bit of media and publishing in France at that time never ceased to pile abuse on Camus afterwards. 



Camus premature death in 1960 was in a car like the one above, a Facel Vega. But he was not at the wheel and the car belonged to his publisher, Gallimard. A recent theory has upheld that the car was sabotaged by the KGB, in retaliation for Camus' firm denounciation of the Soviet invasion of Hungary in 1956 and ensuing exactions perpetrated by the Russians. Whilst there is no secret about Camus' steadfast opposition to all forms of tyranny, this seems a little far-fetched. The road was icy and probably not in great condition, and the accident happened at night. Added to which, the Facel Vega, which was the French motor industry's only effort at a sports car, was big and heavy, rear-wheel driven and powered by an American V8. The car went of the road at some speed and wrapped itself around a tree (see below). Camus died instantly and Gallimard shortly after.


I suppose this form of untimely death has added to the man's "romantic" legend. I don't personally buy into this sort of thing as I don't find road accidents particularly romantic. Anyway, the whole point of this article is not about this aspect of things, but about the thoughts, attitudes  and writing of Camus.

Very recently, a French journalist working for Le Monde newspaper discovered, in archives stored in Aix-en-Provence, an article written by Albert Camus in 1939 and due to be published, on November 25th of that year, in a two page broadsheet that he edited at the time in Algiers, called "Le Soir Républicain". In fact the article was censored and so never appeared. One should perhaps remember the context. France and England had declared war on Nazi Germany after Hitler's invasion of Poland. France was thus at war, but the German invasion of Belgium and France had not yet taken place (this would be in April 1940). Yet this article was censored!

Here are a few extracts from Camus' article whose applications, obviously, are almost (and sadly) universal and timeless.

"It is hard to evoke freedon of the press these days without being treated as excessive, alikened to Mata-Hari or said to be Stalin's nephew. Yet this form of liberty is just one of the many faces of liberty itself. Our obstination in defending it is therefore fully comprehensible if one is capable of understanding that this is the only way to win this war.
Naturally, all forms of liberty have their limits. But they should be freely accepted and recognised. As to the obstacles that currently stand in the way of freedom of thought, we have already said all that we have to say. But we will keep on saying it as long as we are able to...."

"One of the good precepts of any worthwhile philosophy is never to indulge in useless regrets about an inevitable situation. The question in today's France is no longer to figure out how one can preserve freedom of the press. It is rather to find a way for a journalist, confronted with the evident loss of this freedom, to retain his liberty of thought. The problem is no longer collective but individual."

Camus goes on to explore the means that can and should be used by a journalist in a situation where he is restricted and under surveillance, as during wartime. He names four: lucidity, refusal, irony and obstination.   

He concludes his article with his own ironical touch; "Truth and freedom are all the more demanding mistresses as they have few lovers".




I think I will be reading some more of this man's writings soon. Read on...