Richard Jonathan
Author | Toulouse, France |
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Richard Jonathan was born in South Africa, grew up in Canada, studied in London and lives in Toulouse. He is a passionate European, teaching, for example, a university course on ‘The Idea of Europe’. When he is not earning his living as a translator, he enjoys drilling down into the puns of Jacques Lacan and James Joyce, the paradoxe.... more
Richard Jonathan was born in South Africa, grew up in Canada, studied in London and lives in Toulouse. He is a passionate European, teaching, for example, a university course on ‘The Idea of Europe’. When he is not earning his living as a translator, he enjoys drilling down into the puns of Jacques Lacan and James Joyce, the paradoxes of Heraclitus and Lao Tse, and the lyrics of Fiona Apple and Tom Verlaine. ‘Silence, exile and cunning’ have afforded him refuge from invasive consumerism, while his engagement with all forms of art has allowed him to find as much pleasure in the wit of Vivienne Westwood as in the architecture of ‘Finnegans Wake’. One more thing: Islands and empty spaces fill his daydreams; night-times of dream-work return him to reality. Whatever the realm, in the secret cell of his heart there is always and only Marietta. Is he not a touch mad? Read on.
Once upon a time a boy, Richard Jonathan by name, needed to save his life. Art came to the rescue. In the ‘smithy of his soul’ he forged at once an ethics and an aesthetic: Risk alone is the way forward. Cut your own path. Advance open handed. Give, give, and never give up.
Has he written any other books? No. He has but one accomplishment to his name: “Mara, Marietta: A Love Story in 77 Bedrooms”. Has he fought the good fight, then, has he finished his course? Some say so. Others say this book is but the beginning. And the author himself? All he has to say is: ‘I don’t have to speak, Marietta speaks for me’. Well, I do believe he’s a touch mad. Wonder if there really are 77 bedrooms. And another thing—No, that’s enough. Can’t I add that he is married with two grown-up children? No, I said that’s enough! Well then, what about the epigram to his book: ‘By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am’? Is that not a key to his biography? I said that’s enough! All right, all right! But we must mention the theme of the double—Mara, Marietta—for that’s surely— Enough! Reader, listen: ‘The rest is silence’.