Jean Back

Portrait of Jean Back

Jean Back est né en 1953 à Dudelange, une ville industrielle à la frontière française. Après avoir terminé ses études secondaire à Esch-Alzette, il est devenu fonctionnaire d’abord au ministère du Travail ensuite au ministère de la Culture. Depuis 1989, il assume la direction du Centre National de l’Audiovisuel à Dudelange. En 1990, il a organisé une exposition photographique : Lieux et Portraits du Bassin Minier. Outre son engagement dans les arts visuels, il s’est tourné vers la littérature en 2003 avec le livre Wollekestol en honneur de sa ville natale et son industrie de l’acier. Jean Back écrit en Luxembourgeois et Allemand.

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Le roman de Jean Back se développe sur un style narratif complexe. En 2007, le narrateur redécouvre une nouvelle qu’il a écrite en 1971, alors étudiant âgé de 18 ans. Il réécrit l’histoire en y mêlant le souvenir d’une histoire d’amour dont l’héroïne est Rosa, une jeune fille allemande bien plus expérimentée sexuellement que le garçon qu’il était à l’époque. Le style d’écriture de Jean Back est indirect, il utilise la technique du « polylogue ». Avec ce style de collage, les différentes voix n’ont pas un sens absolu mais relatif, le sens de la pièce résidant dans les interstices intertextuels. Les idées de la fiction de Jean Back vont au-delà du texte et l’auteur nous livre ses réflexions sur les opportunités et les risques de l’écriture littéraire.

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Translated by Sandra Schmit


Three years ago: the pictures of May 1968 on the covers of newspapers, riots at the Sorbonne, strikes in Nanterre, Sartre, slogans, mass demonstrations, burned-out cars and Cohn-Bendit laughing the CRS into their visors... back then, I had the impression that in the next months Luxembourg would be invaded by students and I suddenly thought that burning barricades and flying paving stones would suit our fashionable high street Groussgaass very well. Shop assistants would roll down the shutters before the jewelers' display windows and the police would drive the students away like they drive away foreign musicians from street corners. But, with high school kids joining the university students, the resistance would grow and together they would make a stand in the Empire of benches and banks, as Manderscheid called it in his 1973 film Quiet Days in Luxembourg. Outrageous things would befall our quiet Maryland: people from Mars would suddenly raid the cake shops and delis and, yelling, parade the cut-off heads of the large duck family on sticks through the Ënneschtgaass. Screams would be heard in the valley of the Petrusse: ministers' executive secretaries would run naked over the sloping meadows, their heavy breasts merrily bouncing up and down. Car rallies would be held in the garden of the bishop's palace and the bishop would place his head and hands in the stocks on the Knuedler, tearfully bemoaning the injustice which the Catholic Church has inflicted on women for centuries. Nothing would ever be the same again. Self-accusation upon self-accusation would fill the newspapers' columns: from small-minded bureaucrats spending their well-remunerated time in bars instead of at their workplace, to authoritarian teachers and secretive politicians, to the highest ranks in the police force and judiciary who were masters in the dissimulation of delicate affairs. Luxembourg would, what a revolutionary thought!, transform into an open-minded, modern state. Government buildings and museums would clean house and all the stuffy administrations and old paintings would turn into a vast, clear flowering landscape smelling of scented candles and lavender oil. Social justice and democratic workers' rights: these things would at last become reality. Student councils would form in schools and would have to be taken seriously. New concepts like anti-authoritarian education, tolerance and sexual liberation: they already had their place in the half-ironical, half-critical commentaries next to the pictures of the stone-littered boulevards. Back then, I felt restless, like you do when you cannot immediately comprehend an important event in your life.

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