Jean-Paul Kauffmann
Autor von The Dark Room at Longwood: A Voyage to St Helena
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Kauffman, intrigued by the Kerguelens since childhood, wangles a trip there and tries gamely to make a book of it. But nothing happens (of course), he has no sense of humour, and his prose is sometimes pretentious:
"Could Kerguelen be nothing more than the reality of my life in its pure state? It defies every idea of the picturesque, the exotic, and the voyage. Could I have invented a whole picture of the Desolation Isles before I left France? I carry that kind of devastation within me."
Pauvre toi!
Or this, before he is even there, on the one-week journey by ship:
"Isn't having nothing to do the supreme test, even more than suffering? Whoever can fill the emptiness of his being, when there is nothing more to occupy it, will survive."
Pretty sure most people would take boredom over physical pain.
Kauffman is competent on the history of the archipelago, at any rate its human history. He tries to set up the story of the islands' namesake, the explorer Yves-Joseph de Kerguelen, as a counter-narrative (since nothing is happening to him). Kerguelen seems an interesting character, but Kauffman never gets past this air of intrigue, and is reluctant to speculate. Various other pioneer stories (whalers, troops, colonists) are retold, all more or less of a piece. But there is nothing at all on the geology, and little on the natural history, of the islands. Perhaps this is because of the author's self-proclaimed Luddism:
"Lines of pebbles delicately fitting together form such regularly shaped mosaics on the grey sand that you suspect a human hand has shaped them. Georges assures me, however, that it's a natural phenomenon, but I don't really understand his description. Scientific explanations bore me to death..."
The author spends quite a while surrounded by scientists, but learns nothing from them - neither their stories as people nor as scientists. Indeed, he hardly seems to talk to them at all. One would assume that an adventure like this would generate some insight into the people who live and work in very isolated places. But Kauffman spends most of his time with his nose in a good book, many of which he has brought with him all the way from France. He should have read them before he left, and been more sprightly and curious once he got there.
Happily the book is much shorter than the trip.… (mehr)